Abandoned and Reborn: Diary of a Concubine's Revenge

Ye Shangshu glanced at her, and his wife immediately couldn't say anything.

Sitting on the screen, Ye Qingkuang held Ye Qingkuang's hand tightly, and her carefully manicured nails were deeply embedded in Ye's light and delicate palm.

"It hurts..." Maybe Ye Qingrang was blinded. It took him a long time to regain his consciousness. He looked at his wife like a pug aggrievedly. When he saw that his wife had no intention to protect him, he looked at his brother.

"elder brother……"

Ye Qingqin glanced at Ye Qingmei, "Is this the seventh sister?"

"Xiao Qi has met eldest brother." Ye Qingmei stood up, her eyes were sincere, but she was even more concerned about her half-brother. His... methods were not ordinary. Such a man would be cruel to himself.

, he is cruel to others and is a domineering man.

Ye Qingqin grabbed Ye Qingrang's collar and threw it in front of Ye Qingmei. Ye Qingmei quickly took a step back and looked at Ye Qingqin with a pair of eyes as bright as stars, half-smiling.

"Brother, this..."

"Second brother, why don't you apologize to the seventh sister?"

My wife is very dissatisfied with Ye Qingqin's behavior. How can a legitimate son apologize to a concubine? Even if she has just returned to Ye Mansion, the master wants this little concubine to have some dignity in front of the servants.

, and you shouldn’t use your son, who you regard as a treasure, as a stepping stone.

"Seventh sister, second brother is wrong!"

No matter how unwilling or unwilling she was, Ye Qingrang still followed Ye Qingqin's method to compensate Ye Qingmei. Ye Qingmei smiled coldly in her heart. Everyone in Ye Mansion is a cheat.

Master, when it comes to acting, everything comes naturally. Tell me, why didn't she notice it before?

No, maybe she discovered it, but she felt that there was no need to be serious, no need to care about these ignorant ancient people, too lazy to care about, too lazy to confront.

In the end, it ended up like that.

But she forgot that this was ancient times. These people usually didn't have TVs or computers. They just watched this place eagerly, wishing they could live a colorful life. If it was like before, what fun would it be?

"Second brother, actually, what you said is right!" Ye Qingmei stood upright in front of Ye Qingrang with her unparalleled grace. "Xiao Qi originally thought that she was an orphan, so you are right."

These words contained an implicit accusation, accusing Ye Shangshu of being indifferent for so many years.

How many times, while Ye Qingmei was still half asleep, she saw her grandmother sitting at the end of the bed, wiping her tears in distress. She would never forget her loving eyes for the rest of her life...

"Poor eyebrow..."

"My poor child..."

"My eyebrows..."

Apart from crying, apart from shedding tears, Ye Qingmei never learned anything about Eleven Niang from the gray-haired old woman.

Zhangzhou was not Shiyiniang's hometown originally. The place where she lived had always been the capital city.

Even Aunt Zhu couldn't tell her the story of Eleven Niang.

The identity of Ye Qingmei's biological mother is like a mystery that she has never understood clearly.

"Are you blaming your father?" Ye Shangshu's sharp eyes fell on Ye Qingmei. Ye Qingmei subconsciously straightened her back and met Ye Shangshu's gaze. There was still a full smile at the corner of her mouth.

To refute what he said and so on was considered as acquiescence.