Chapter 235: Wine Soaked in Sorrow
shops, getting a preliminary understanding of the prices here. They were much more expensive than in the Imperial City of Daxing.For example, this shop in front of us has five floors. The top three f...All of this happened too quickly. By the time An Yimò came to her senses, Zeng Yurong and An Baoxu had already been beaten until they were bruised and swollen. She hurriedly stepped forward and said to Ye Bufan, "Xiao Fan, quickly tell them to stop."
No matter what, these two are her mother and brother. She couldn't just stand by and watch them get beaten.
Ye Bufan saw that it was about time, waved his hand to the little yellow hair, and several little gangsters immediately stopped.
Zeng Yurong and An Baoxu climbed up from the ground, looking at Ye Bufan. Then their eyes blazed with anger, but they didn't dare say a word.
Now they understand, if they disrespect this man in front of them, without the need for anyone to make a move themselves, Little Yellow Hair and his gang will definitely not be polite.
Ye Bufan glanced at the two people and said: "You go. Remember this in the future, don't count on Xiaomo to support you anymore. You have hands and feet, figure out ways to make money yourself."
Zeng Yurong glared viciously at Ye Bufan, then pulled An Baoxu out of the private room.
An Yimo wanted to chase, but Ye Bufan pulled her back, "You'll definitely be useless going now, you can only suffer!"
She thought about it, and realized that if she left, her mother and brother would definitely take out all their anger on her.
Xiaohuangmao knew he didn't belong here anymore, so he stepped forward respectfully and said, "Master Ye, if there's nothing else, we should take our leave. If you need anything in the future, just let us know."
Ye Bufan waved his hand, and the group of hoodlums left the private room together, shutting the door behind them.
He patted An Yimo's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry, I lost control of my emotions."
"It's nothing, I know it's not your fault."
An Yimo said that, but her heart felt particularly stifled. She knew Ye Bufan was doing it for her own good, and she also knew that today Mother and her younger brother were at odds.
But no matter what, they are their own closest people, and for a moment, they didn't know how to face them.
Suddenly she grabbed the wine glass on the table and drank all the wine in one gulp.
Then he poured himself another full cup and drank it down in one go.
But before he could take another drink, Ye Bufan grabbed his wine bottle.
An Yimo suddenly threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.
Ye Bufan reached out and patted her on the back, letting her vent all the grievances she had accumulated over the years in his arms.
I don't know how long it took, but An Yimo stopped crying and slowly began to tell her story: "From the time I can remember, my mother has always instilled in me the idea of letting go of my younger brother."
She told me that only my younger brother could carry on the family line. I had to put him first in everything I did, never argue with him, and protect him from any harm. Any money I earned should be spent on him...
My younger brother grew up under my care, and I didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
Until I grew up, my mother always wanted me to marry a wealthy man so that she could receive a large dowry for my younger brother.
That was the first time I felt unfair, and a sense of rebellion arose in me. All my life, I dreamed of having my own love story, and I didn't want it to be a transaction of money. Nor did I want to spend my life with someone I didn't like.
So from that time on, I started working hard and making money desperately. No matter how much hardship or grievance I endured, it didn't matter.
All I want is for my mother and brother to be happy, and after they are satisfied, I hope they will no longer cross my boundaries.
As time went on, I realized that this was all a pipe dream. No matter how hard I tried, I could never earn money fast enough to keep up with their spending.
Their desire is insatiable, always pushing me to marry a rich man...”
Speaking of which, I choked up and started to sob again.
Ye Bufan said: "Actually, you're wrong in your thinking. They're just your relatives, and you're not their money-making tool."
Supporting our parents is our duty, but unfortunately, your parents are not yet at the age where they need to be supported. They are able-bodied and can support themselves through their own labor.
Your brother, needless to say, is a grown man and there's no reason for you to support him, let alone his wife and the child he's about to have.
You don't owe them anything, and you have no responsibility or obligation to give them all the money you earn.
An Yimo said, "But they are my closest people. I believe they will help me when I encounter difficulties."
Ye Bufan said: "You're overthinking it. In their eyes, you are just a tool for making money, there is no familial affection at all."
Otherwise, he wouldn't have let you live alone in that tiny house in the village on the outskirts of the city, nor would he keep draining your blood like a bottomless pit.
As he was speaking, he noticed that the woman had fallen asleep in his arms, her breath carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
As the saying goes, "Wine enters the sorrow intestines, one cup is more." An Yi Mo was already in a bad mood, and coupled with her poor tolerance for alcohol, after two glasses of red wine, she completely passed out.
"Um..."
With that little alcohol tolerance, why drink at all
Having no other choice, Ye Bufan could only carry An Yimo out of the tavern and put her in his car.
I originally wanted to send her back to Tenglong Pharmaceutical, but after thinking about it, it's still my own workplace. If someone found out tomorrow that the chairman brought back a drunk general manager, it probably wouldn't sound very good.
This would lead people to believe that An Yimò became general manager solely because of nepotism.
Thinking about this, he drove straight back to Yun Ding Mountain Villa. Anyway, he had many houses at home, so he didn't mind having one more person.
Back home, he carried An Yimò into the guest room and laid her on the bed.
He glanced at the woman in bed. She was truly captivating, drunk and alluring beyond measure. He had to admit, he was experiencing it firsthand today.
At this moment, An Yimò's fair cheeks were flushed with the rosy hue of intoxication, making her appear even more alluring.
He helped tuck the blanket in and turned to leave.
But the drunk An Yimo suddenly opened her blurry eyes, and hugged him tightly around the waist. "Don't go, little prince, don't go, I've searched for you so hard!"
"Uh…"
Ye Bufan realized she had mistaken him for someone else, thinking he was some kind of little prince. He quickly said, "Xiaomo, let go of me, you've got the wrong person!"
Ke An Yimo had no intention of letting go. She jumped out of bed and threw herself into Ye Bufan's arms, her hands tightly encircling his neck, her bright red lips suddenly pressing against his.
"Little Prince, don't leave me. Take me with you! I won't marry someone I don't love. I want to be your woman."
She mumbled to herself as she tore at her clothes, revealing large patches of bare skin.
"Uh…"
Ye Bufan was attacked by such a beautiful woman, his blood surged instantly, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.
He quickly reached out and pressed on An Yimo's sleep point, only then did the woman calm down.
Ye Bufan made her lie down on the bed and cover herself with the quilt. Then, he dashed into the bathroom, turned on the showerhead, and let the cold water pour over him from head to toe, barely managing to extinguish the fire within him.
The next morning, An Yimo opened her eyes and found herself lying in a strange environment.
A strange sense of fear flashed through her mind. She hurriedly checked her clothes, relieved to find no signs of violation.
I rubbed my head hard, trying to remember what happened last night.
But only recalled Ye Bufan and his mother and younger brother having a conflict, then nothing else came to mind, he couldn't even remember how he got here.at is their kung fu is absolutely powerful."The disciples within the sect do not get caught up in worldly matters, focusing their hearts on cultivation. Their cultivation is extremely powerful, and it...