There must be a reason for not wanting Ye Jian to stand out.    Her grandmother was not like her grandmother; her uncle was not like her uncle; it seemed weird no matter how he looked at it. Principal Chen pondered for a while before asking: “Uncle, why do I find the relationship between that old lady and Ye Zifan …

”You, mother and son, need not argue in front of me. There’s no need for you all to worry about Lass Jian’s household registration. Third of the Ye Family, you need not worry about anyone basking in Lass Jian’s glory. I am an eighty-year-old man who can’t live for long, I am unable to bask in her glory.” Old Uncle …

”If Zifan hadn’t come back to inform me about this matter, I would’ve been kept in the dark about you doing such an improper thing!”      By the side, Ye Zifan said helplessly: “Uncle, I went home drunk the night before. As we talked, Ye Jian’s household registration was suddenly brought up, and my mother got angry. She scolded me …

He smiled kindly and said: “Grandpa still has dozens of chickens and ducks at home. I’ll help nourish your body when you return after your college entrance exams. Girls must cherish their bodies. You usually train hard, but when you’re free, you must cultivate your health, making up for the things you lost. This is the long term solution.” Old …

Ye Jian didn’t want Old Uncle Gen to return to the village, she wiped the sweat on her forehead once the training was over, she repeatedly objected: “It’s indeed not as carefree living here compared to the village, there isn’t anyone to chat with you, but you’ve only been here for two days, why are you in a rush to …

Although she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when she heard them, she could tell each parent’s expectations towards their children. Ye Jian entered the classroom at ten past seven, just like the past. She then continued what she did every morning in the past year, the place she sat would always be surrounded by the most students. A …

Although Ye Ying didn’t continue her studies in First Provincial High, she still knew about the things related to Ye Jian in the First Provincial High. For example, Huaqiao University and Guangxi University recruitment was waiting for her to nod her head, but she rejected them in the end! She said her ambition was not at Huaqiao University or Guangxi …

“Her temper is more and more like her father, always angered, acting sulky, I must have owed you two in my last life!” Sun Dongqing said angrily; her expression was a little unpleasant. Staring at the breakfast, which had turned cold, Sun Dongqing gave some thought and stood up to give Ye Zifan a call, “Your mother gave a call …

   Why can some women sweet talk their men to be obedient, when ordered to go East, he won’t dare to go West? Wherever she points, that’s the only place their men could go, and they’ll do it willingly.    From that, one could realize, sweet-talking is a technique!     Ye Ying had high attainment in the technique of ‘sweet-talking,’ …

Ye Zhifan pressed the cigarette head into the ashtray. He stood up while staring at his daughter, his brows furrowed as he questioned, “Why aren’t you asleep this late at night? Did Dad wake you up?” His eyes landed on Ye Ying’s pen-holding right hand, his brows furrowed deeper, “You’re staying up late to study again! You shouldn’t be sleeping …