Sun Dongqing let out a light “hmph” with disdain, and replied, “I think your family is the one being retributed.” and left proudly, making Ye Zhixiang so angry that she almost fainted.
“Second brother, take a look for yourself, what kind of attitude that woman has! Mom passed away, and yet she didn’t even shed half a tear, and she still talked coldly!” Now, Ye Zhixiang could only think of Ye Zhifan.
However, Ye Zhifan didn’t have any sorrow. Sun Dongqing had suffered from Old Mrs. Ye when she married him, so it was understandable to let her relieve her anger now.
Thinking of business affairs, Ye Zhifan, whose anger had dissipated a lot, said indifferently, “Birth, old age, sickness, and death are natural laws. You can’t cry back the dead, right?”
The sudden death of Old Mrs. Ye was a normal thing for Ye Zhifan. After being paralyzed for so long and having such a bad temper, the doctor reminded him several times to persuade the old lady. If she continued to be easily irritated, she would definitely have a second stroke, and it would surely be more life-threatening at that time.
She heard it, but she didn’t remember it.
Except for Ye Jian’s cruelty to her, she was the other one who was cruel to herself.
After receiving a call from Ye Zhixiang that the old lady had a stroke again, he simply gave an excuse that he was far away and it would take several hours to rush to the hospital. This was done just to delay time and because he did not want to send the vicious old lady to death, let alone hear any dying words.
Ye Zhixiang couldn’t accept Ye Zhifan’s indifference; she looked at him in disbelief, “Brother, you…how can you…be like this. Mom treats you… much better than an older brother!”
Mom treated him better than Ye Xinfan?
Ye Zhifan sneered lightly, “I know how to avoid your mother’s anger. I’m just a little smarter than Ye Xinfan. Otherwise, I’ll become your mother’s punching bag.”
Ye Zhifan, who didn’t want to talk about old history anymore, had a cold expression and his tone became much more serious, “I don’t have much time to handle your mother’s funeral. I plan to hand it over directly to the etiquette company. Today is New Year’s Eve; you have to return to your grandson for the New Year at home. Deal with your mother’s funeral after the year. I will do it all by myself then, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
Although one should respect the dead, he had been pretending for so long, so he didn’t mind pretending to be a “filial son” for a few more days.
Ye Zhixiang felt a little better when she heard this, and then she heard him ask, “Now I need you to tell me some things about Sun Yaozu, tell me everything you know, so I can inform the police and let them check the matter carefully.”
“Can you tell me about how he recovered his identity? I need to check from there to see if anyone used Sun Yaozu to do illegal things.”
He said it in a high-sounding way, but in fact, he just wanted to confirm the doubt in his heart.
After hesitating for a while, Ye Zhixiang told him everything she knew, “He came back drunk that day and told me that if you dare to commit a crime in the future, he will make sure you have nothing. I was a little curious, so I asked him a bit more, then only I knew that he had an honorable person helping him. And the condition is that Yao Zu must keep an eye on you.”
“But then after I saw that dead girl Ye Jian appeared on the top of the tower with the leaders of the country, and then I was wounded and admitted into the hospital by your good daughter, I forgot about this.”
Ye Zhifan’s face became dark. He only guessed that it might be that person who helped Sun Yaozu, but he didn’t expect that person would even want him to monitor him.
When he left the hospital, Ye Zhifan was still overwhelmed, without half a second of peace.
On New Year’s Eve, Ye Zhifan’s family was destined to be troubled. Ye Jian, who returned to the sniper base, made dumplings with the officers and soldiers and celebrated the New Year.
