1574: C1574 Wealthy Marriage 1501

C1574 Wealthy Marriage 1501

"Yiyi." Ye Nianmo's voice was low and he sighed to himself. Ding Yiyi thought that Shui Bei liked him because of that matter.

He and Shui Bei had almost never interacted before. Even if they did, it would only be a few encounters and a minute or two of talking. It was not a condition for them to get to know each other, so Ding Yiyi was extremely sensitive.

Shui Bei stood up. She knew that she had won. "Sorry, I had to leave first."

Ding Yiyi sat in the chair, her back against the comfortable chair, but her heart was full of panic. She knew she had lost.

Ye Nianmo also stood up, but didn't say anything. He just said, "Let's go."

"What do you think?" Ding Yiyi didn't move.

He didn't want to discuss such matters with her in public, and he also didn't want to make her sad. "I promised you that I wouldn't meet her again. This is a chance encounter, I can't control it."

Ding Yiyi shivered. She knew he was right. As long as he stayed at the international shopping mall, Shui Bei would be able to create hundreds of encounters.

She raised her dazed eyes and stood up in disappointment, "The lunch break is almost over, I have to go back to the company."

Ye Nianmo stubbornly sent her to the entrance of the company before leaving. She only walked into the building after the car disappeared into the corridor.

Shui Bei stood beside the building's foundation. Today, she was wearing flat shoes, which made her look a bit less sharp. She looked at her. "Even without me, there would still be someone who would covet him. He's too outstanding, it's not our fault."

Ding Yiyi walked past her without looking at her. She smelled the unique fragrance on her body and her mind automatically recalled the clothes Ye Nianmo had put in the dryer before. The clothes also had this smell.

She began to feel somewhat anxious, feeling that the situation was developing in a direction beyond her control, while she stood to the side, powerless to stop it.

"He's my husband. You rob your colleague's husband and you rob him so righteously." Her back was to her, and her chest heaved.

The sound of footsteps came from behind. Shui Bei was a little taller than her, but now she walked to her side and looked at her. Her voice was as clear and melodious as an oriole. "I'm sorry."

After she finished speaking, she walked past Ding Yiyi with her head held high and her chest puffed out. She was as arrogant as a princess.

When Ding Yiyi returned to the office, Governor Gao was looking for her.

In the office, Governor Gao took out a folder, "This business is a little special, I want the two of you to take responsibility for it."

"Let's look for someone else." Ding Yiyi said this without even taking over the case file. She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. Was this a joke? Making her work with someone who was eyeing her husband covetously?

Governor Gao seemed to have noticed the undercurrent between the two of them. He shook the paper in his hand, "Take a look at this letter and then decide whether you want to receive it or not."

Ding Yiyi had no choice but to take it. She opened the letter and found the bold and forceful handwriting of a man.

"Hello, when you see this letter, you must be very curious. In the 21st century, there was actually someone who wrote to your company and then made unreasonable demands.

I was an ordinary man, I fell in love with an ordinary woman, but she was sick, her illness made her very haggard, and every day she drained every bit of energy in her body.

I knew she was leaving, and the regret of her life was that she didn't wear her own clothes, which is why I am writing to you. I said before that I was an ordinary man with a very ordinary salary, but for her sake, I was willing to bear all the costs. "

Ding Yiyi silently put down the paper in her hands. Her eyes fell on the stack of white A4 paper on the table. The A4 paper was not new at all. Some pages had corners and were yellowing.

There were many styles of clothing on the white paper, and beside the paper, there were pencils marked, the words were very delicate and pretty, it seemed like it was a woman's notebook.

"Many of these designers don't even care about the basic design elements. It can be said that they simply can't do it." Shui Bei put down the piece of paper in her hand.

Ding Yiyi heard her voice and felt upset again, "Governor Gao, I'm sorry, but I don't want to take this job."

She turned around and left. When she reached the door, she paused for a moment. She turned around and looked at Shui Bei's direction with the corner of her eye. She only turned around after she saw her black beautiful hair.

After work in the afternoon, she followed Shui Bei, purposely not taking an elevator with her, but instead meeting her in the garage. Shui Bei's car passed in front of her and then drove away.

Suddenly, she had an impulse. When she came back to her senses, she had already quietly followed him.

Shui Bei drove off in the direction where she drove every day. Her speed wasn't fast, and she could often see cars passing by her.

Ding Yiyi followed him at a leisurely pace, despising him in her heart. What was she doing by following her? This was violating the other party's camouflage technique, right?

She decided to stop this and go home at the next fork in the road. At the next intersection, she saw Shui Bei's car turn in one direction.

She was too familiar with that direction. It was the path to the international shopping mall, and Ding Yiyi mustered up her courage to follow.

Sure enough, Shui Bei's car slowed down as she approached the international shopping mall. She parked her car in front of it and got out.

Ding Yiyi followed her out of the car, following her from a distance as she walked into the international shopping mall. However, she didn't buy anything.

She looked around at Shui Bei as if she was looking for something. Occasionally, a clerk would call out to her, but she only smiled and didn't say anything. She turned her head around and focused on looking for something.

Soon, Ding Yiyi knew what she was planning. Ye Bo was on the phone near the handrail.

Shui Bei didn't see Ye Nianmo, but she did see Ye Bo. She knew that Ye Nianmo was at a corner of this building. She rode a handrail elevator and pretended to bump into him many times as she approached Ye Bo.

"Miss Shui Bei." Ye Bo's cold eyes swept across her face, and his tone sounded indistinct, "You really like coming here?"

"I think women like to come here." Shui Bei smiled and looked straight at him, "Help me greet Mr Ye."

Ye Bo nodded. Coincidentally, his phone rang. He and Shui Bei signaled for him to go first before heading towards their destination.

She knew in her heart that it was impossible for Shui Bei to give up on Ye Nianmo, but she was too smart. As long as she did not admit it, then she, Ding Yiyi, would forever stand from the perspective of a jealous woman and helplessly watch Shui Bei approach her own husband.

"As long as I don't say it out loud, what can Ding Yiyi do? As long as I appear in front of him for long enough, there will be a day when he will notice me." Shui Bei said softly as she looked at the direction Ye Bo left in.

She turned and walked out the door. As she passed a row of jewelry cabinets, she heard several clerks discussing something behind her. There were several times when they saw her standing to the side, waiting for Ye Nianmo.

She walked past them with her head held high and her chest held high. She firmly believed that her sincere friendship with Ye Nianmo would move the heavens.

When she got back to the car, her cell phone's text message rang. It was a reminder of the credit card payment date and amount. She carelessly left the phone in the front passenger seat and drove away.

She drove into a very upscale coffee shop, carrying the sample that the Chanel clerk had given her. She placed the package at her feet and asked the waiter for a cup of excellent coffee worth over a hundred yuan.

The waiter's gaze quickly swept across the perfectly imitated imitation on her body before landing on the Chanel package at her feet. The thickest part was her gorgeous face.

The waiter quickly nodded his head and left with the list in his hand. The list would be delivered to a Czech Coffee Master very soon.

Shui Bei looked around. One of the women with her back to her was holding an iPad and looking at the stock market, her well-kept nails lightly touching the interface from time to time.

Not far away, two men were talking in low voices. On the table was a sheet of brown paper, either a document or something.

The reason why she loved to come here the most, even spending two days worth of money on food, was precisely to see the scene of a high-class society. She felt that she belonged to them.

"Miss, I'm sorry to disturb you." The waiter slowed his voice and stood beside her, reminding her.

When the coffee was on the table, she raised her fingers and gently pinched the crook of the cup between her thumb and forefinger. She took a sniff under her nose before putting the cup into her mouth and taking a sip.

Before she finished her cup of coffee, the phone in her bag suddenly vibrated. She took it out and took a look.

"Tomorrow afternoon, will you have time to meet and talk about my wife?" Short words, short connotations. Her long fingers trembled as she held a part of her phone, her eyes repeatedly looking at the message and the number of the text message she had sent on the interface.

Ye Nianmo had called her before. When she went to the bar with Ding Yiyi, he wanted her to take good care of Ding Yiyi.

She looked at the message repeatedly as if she was looking at a treasure. She imagined the expression and tone when he would send her this message.

As for the content, whether it was about Ding Yiyi or Shui Bei, what did it matter? As long as she could be alone with him, she would be able to take a big step forward.2

She was so excited that she didn't even finish her coffee. Just as she raised her finger to reply, she forcibly pressed it back down. She put her phone back on the table and picked up the cold coffee.

Although her mouth was full of coffee, her eyes were focused on the phone's interface, and her posture for coffee wasn't as formal as it had been in the beginning.

In the old days, as she drank her coffee, she liked to look around her to see which man had fallen in love with her, to give her an admiring glance, and which woman envied her figure.

Today, they were all worthless in her eyes. She did not care what they thought, did not care what they were doing at this very moment.

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