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Ye Qilan’s facial features were similar to Ye Yanhong’s. However, due to Ye Yanhong’s constant indulgence in alcohol and debauchery, his face was swollen, presenting the appearance of a middle-aged man who had over-indulged.

Upon seeing Su Hongxing, Ye Yanhong mistook her for a servant. He commanded her, “How do you do your job? Can’t you even serve tea?”

Hearing this from a distance, Ye Qilan raised his voice, “Hongxing, come here by me.”

Once Ye Yanhong heard this name, his expression subtly changed. He didn’t expect the woman who had Ye Qilan so entranced to be a plump woman.

His son’s taste was bizarrely peculiar.

“Wife, is this Su Hongxing the one who has bewitched our son?” Ye Yanhong asked, gripping Du Qingyu’s hand.

Suppressing a feeling of nausea, Du Qingyu replied, “Qilan really likes Hongxing. You need to be polite to her.”

“Qilan’s taste is terrible,” Ye Yanhong said, glancing at Du Qingyu.

Did she think he was not aware of her sordid intentions for marrying him? Wasn’t it merely to get close to him to get back at Ye Qilan?!

Du Qingyu’s advantage was her youth and beauty. When such a woman came to him willingly, he was more than happy to accept, especially since Du Qingyu didn’t mind his many women on the side—this was the real reason he married Du Qingyu.

Su Hongxing had only just reached Ye Qilan’s side when he took her hand.

Seeing Su Hongxing still looking at Ye Yanhong, Ye Qilan was displeased. “Why do you keep looking at him?!”

He had never cared much for Ye Yanhong, his father, nor considered him kin. Now, he found Ye Yanhong even more bothersome.

Su Hongxing withdrew her gaze and obediently sat next to Ye Qilan, as motionless as a statue.

Ye Qilan stroked her chin, forcing her to look at him. “What are you thinking?”

She must be plotting something—it was essential he stayed on guard.

Tomorrow was his wedding with Cao Shiyu. Initially, he hadn’t planned on bringing her, but it seemed as if he may need to keep her close in case she pulled something.

With this thought in mind, he said, “I’m getting married tomorrow, and you will accompany me!”

Xiaole was standing not too far off, listening in, her ears perked up. The words shocked her so much that she knocked over her tea tray.

Wasn’t Ye Qilan crossing the line? Marrying his new love while asking his ex-wife, Su Hongxing, to also attend his wedding—wasn’t that embarrassing for Hongxing?

Xiaole worried that Su Hongxing would blow up.

Strangely enough, Su Hongxing didn’t utter a single word. No one knew what Su Hongxing was thinking, not even Ye Qilan.

Of course, Cao Shiyu quickly found out that Su Hongxing would attend the wedding.

Given the tradition of the bride and groom not seeing each other before the wedding, Cao Shiyu could only discuss this with Cao Zhen.

Hearing this news, Cao Zhen was enraged, considering Ye Qilan utterly contemptible.

If someone snapped a photo of Su Hongxing and people found out about her identity, tomorrow’s wedding could turn into a farce.

Concerning this matter, Cao Zhen had no choice but to call Ye Lao to ask him to reign in Ye Qilan.

Upon hearing about this, Ye Lao was at his wits’ end.

Ye Qilan tended to be reckless, but he’d crossed the line this time. Who ever heard of an ex-husband insisting his ex-wife remain by his side, in view, on his wedding day?

“Sisi, Su Hongxing will stay at the villa tomorrow and not attend your wedding.” Ye Lao summoned Ye Qilan and sternly said, “You cannot let the wedding between the Ye and Cao families turn into a joke!”