Ye Zhixiang didn’t dare to complain directly after being scolded by Old Mrs. Ye, but it would be impossible if she didn’t say a word. She lowered her voice and muttered carefully: “You got angry because of that dead girl, why do you vent on me.”
“You, thirty or forty years old, are not as good as her!” Old Mrs. Ye’s heart hurt even more when she heard the words. The hypocritical and friendly expression on her face had long disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sharp and meanness between her eyebrows, “She’s under the age of twenty, and yet she has crushed your elder to death. But what did you do? What happened to the usually mean and nasty you? I am ashamed of you!”
Ye Zhixiang was a typical bully and fearful of hardship, but she also had a sharp tongue. She was a little bit stunned when Old Mrs. Ye said that she was ashamed of her, “Mom, do you think I want to keep quiet, did you forget about the matter at Caesar Hotel? She… She wanted to kill me!”
Speaking of Caesars Hotel, Old Mrs. Ye, who was also frightened by Ye Jian, stopped abruptly and suddenly grabbed Ye Zhifan’s arm, “Zhifan, have you checked whether Third Master Hou has anything to do with the dead girl!”
After asking this, and seeing Ye Zhifan frowning, seeming to recall something, Old Mrs. Ye couldn’t help but said, “You forgot about such an important thing! That dead girl is not even afraid of you, clearly someone is supporting her from behind! How could, Third Master Hou, one of the best people in Yunnan Province, come forward to support that dead girl without any complaints? It is clear… that there are some friendships we don’t know about!”
In the past, she thought that Ye Jian might have just accidentally met Third Master Hou. He was a man who had always talked about loyalty, even if he was a street gangster, he was very principled, so she thought that he had just helped Ye Jian out of convenience.
Now think about it, how could it be such a coincidence!
A large hotel has all kinds of guests coming and going every day; how can Third Master Hou have the leisure time to come forward to help out of convenience? And why did they happen to appear from the same room?
The more Old Mrs. Ye thought about it, the more she felt that the two of them must have an unknown friendship. Her eyes flashed very lightly, and she asked Ye Zhixiang, “It seems that Third Master Hou is not married yet, you ask Yaozu to inquire about Third Master Hou these days. What kind of rumors are there outside about him, such as “nurturing”, “taking care” or “raised.” These kinds of rumors.”
Ye Zhixiang was good at inquiring things. After hearing what Old Mrs. Ye said, her reaction became enthusiastic, her eyes lit up, and she said excitedly: “Mom, do you suspect that the dead girl is being “raised” by Third Master Hou?”
Having said that, she thought about it for a while, then slowly sorted out: “It’s not impossible. The dead girl is even more of a demon than Sun Xueqing…” Her tone suddenly became sour. A bit of disdain appeared on her face, “She does look like she was taken care of by rich people, people like Third Master Hou and others like to play with girls who are tender enough. The dead girl is so wicked, maybe they had really done it, maybe she really is being taken care of by Third Master Hou.”
It’s no wonder that both mother and daughter are whimsical. Hou Zi rarely makes peachy news. It is rumored that a boss in Hong Kong wanted to get in touch with Hou Zi, and he felt that there are only those few people in the mainland. As a Hong Kong boss, he lowered his status and waited for Hou Zi. He even found a few wild models in Hong Kong City and sent them to Yunnan Province, hoping to get to know Hou Zi through those wild models.
When the people came, Hou Zi went to meet them, pushed open the door, and saw several good figures and wild and tender in bikinis. However, Hou Zi just walked in directly and offered a glass of wine to the boss of Hong Kong City. The whole process only took about one minute, and then he left.
