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Chapter 68 My mother is still alive!
The next day was Saturday, Wen Qian packed up everything and took a taxi to Ye's house.

The Ye family was in the villa area of ​​Tiancheng, standing in a familiar place again, she couldn't help feeling full of sadness and resentment in her heart.

"Qianqian, you are here. Dad asked me to pick you up." Ye Chuchu stood there prettyly, looking at Wen Qian with a happy expression.

"Do I still need someone to bring my own home?" Wen Qian said coldly, not feeling the slightest bit about Ye Chuchu's intentionally flattering face.

"No, I'm here to welcome you home." Ye Chuchu said pitifully, her pretty face was slightly pale.

"Enough, Wen Qian, Chu Chu's intentions are good, how can you be so mean." Ye Jianhui and Liu Yuemei also came out, seeing Wen Qian's merciless words, their faces were very ugly.

"I don't need these hypocrisy. It looks disgusting. Where are my mother's things? Give them to me, and I'll leave right away." Wen Qian said with a cold face, her words were full of chills.

"Can we still take out so many things? Come in." Ye Jianhui's eyes flashed with disgust, and he didn't have a good attitude towards Wen Qian. He also knew that it was impossible for Wen Qian to forgive them, no matter how he liked them. it's useless.

Wen Qian followed behind Ye Jianhui with a cold face, and entered Ye's house. Everything in the house was the same as before, except that things were different.

Wen Qian didn't even sit down, but stood there coldly.

"Sit for a while, I'll get you something." Ye Jianhui looked at Wen Qian and said lightly.

"No, I'll go with you." Wen Qian said out loud.

"If you still want your mother's belongings, just sit there and wait." Ye Jianhui said coldly.

Wen Qian's face turned even worse, but she didn't refute Ye Jianhui's words.

"Qianqian, what do you want to drink?" Ye Chuchu seemed to be unaware of the blow, and regained her flowery smile, looking at Wen Qian with a gentle look.

"No need." Wen Qian didn't even bother to look at Ye Chuchu.

After a while, Ye Jianhui was holding a half-sized jewelry box. Wen Qian recognized this box as her mother's, and it should be her mother's things inside.

"Why is there only such a little thing, what about my mother's other things." How could her mother only have this little thing.

"Your mother's clothes and some supplies were burned. These are some things she usually uses," Ye Jianhui said lightly.

"Why do you burn my mother's things?" Wen Qian shouted angrily.

"Your mother is dead, so of course it's going to be burned to her. You child doesn't understand these things." Liu Yuemei said gently, with an image of a loving mother,

"Did I talk to you?" Wen Qian looked at Liu Yuemei coldly.

"No, I'm just telling the truth." Liu Yuemei looked at Ye Jianhui with a pitiful look as if she was frightened by Wen Qian.

"Why are you losing your temper? Your mother has passed away, and her things will naturally be burned. Why are you going crazy now?" Ye Jianhui said sharply with a sullen face.

"My mother didn't die. It was you. You couldn't wait to go to this mistress before you found her. You hoped that she wouldn't come back." Wen Qian couldn't suppress the hatred in her heart when she thought of what Ye Jianhui had done surging out.

"Your mother died a long time ago. Don't talk nonsense here. I haven't found her for three days. What hope is there for her to live? I know you have deep feelings for your mother. You said that five years ago, I can I understand that you couldn't accept the blow of losing your mother at that time, it's been five years, why are you still so obsessed with it, she's dead, she died a long time ago," Ye Jianhui looked at Wen Qian with a headache.

(End of this chapter)