Chapter 772: Don't Dirty My Eyes

She stopped going, and for two years, there was a cold distance.

But this year was peculiar, as the Ye family members remembered her again.

Nan Jiaojiao remained silent for a while as Ye Congwen probably thought of his neglect toward this daughter.

He regretted his words as soon as they left his mouth but, due to his pride as an elder, couldn’t bring himself to speak more kindly.

“I’ll send you some clothes and jewelry later; just give me your address.”

Nan Jiaojiao sat up, grabbing her hair and leaning back against the headboard, her hair scattering over her face, making it indistinct under the sparse light filtering in through the window.

“Jiaojiao, are you listening to me?”

Ye Congwen grew more impatient.

He had never liked contacting Nan Jiaojiao, simply because he disliked her personality.

Her mouth seemed sealed shut, unable to utter a pleasant word, and she was too lazy to deal properly with people she didn’t want to bother speaking to.

“Listening.”

Ye Congwen felt his temper rising and said sternly, “Give me your address; I’ll have my assistant bring the clothes to you later.”

“No need; I have clothes to wear.”

“Can your clothes be worn to formal events?

Your elder brother has some business partners coming over tonight.

Don’t embarrass us in front of them.”

So that was it.

If it was just for show, there was no need to call her, an outsider, back.

Nan Jiaojiao’s mouth twitched slightly, “I’ll contact my brother.”

“…” Ye Congwen really couldn’t communicate with her and felt deflated.

Hearing this, he felt there was no need to continue the conversation.

He made some perfunctory remarks and then hung up the phone.

Just as he put the phone down, Ye Congwen pushed open the door of his study and saw Lin Shuyun standing outside with a cup of coffee, her gaze dark and heavy.

“Who were you calling?”

Ye Congwen: “Jiaojiao.

Isn’t today her birthday?

I invited her to the ancestral home to celebrate with us.”

Lin Shuyun sneered, “Today is my daughter’s birthday, but remember, Shiqing is my only daughter.

The other one, keep her out of my sight; don’t dirty my eyes.”

Ye Congwen frowned, “How can you say that?

Jiaojiao is also our daughter.”

“I don’t acknowledge her!” Lin Shuyun suddenly stood, her hands visibly shaking, her face full of anger.

Ye Congwen’s intended words were choked back.

Although he also disliked Nan Jiaojiao, she was still his own flesh and blood.

It was just that they had been apart too long, and her personality had become fixed.

There was nothing he could do about that, and he had thought about mending their relationship, but Nan Jiaojiao was just too stubborn to be taught.

“Anyway, if you dare bring her here, don’t blame me for giving her a cold shoulder.”

“Allowing Jiaojiao to come was a direct order from Dad; go talk to him about it.”

“What do you mean, Ye Congwen!”

Lin Shuyun chased after him, but Ye Congwen didn’t want to continue the conversation; he was in a hurry to get to the office.

After he left, Lin Shuyun threw a massive tantrum, smashing anything she could get her hands on.

The servants dared not move, all shivering by the side, attending to the situation.

Ye Shiqing came down from the upstairs, and by then, Lin Shuyun had finished venting and was sitting on the sofa with a grim face, amidst the mess that no one dared to touch.

Ye Shiqing called two servants over to clean up and brought a cup of coffee.

She advised, “Mother, I heard everything.

You shouldn’t have argued with Dad like that.”

“Didn’t you hear what he said?

He insists on inviting that little beast to your birthday party!”

“Mom, she is my sister, your own daughter,” Ye Shiqing’s eyes twinkled with mirth; her expression was warm as she placed the coffee on the table and rested her hand on Lin Shuyun’s, “Besides, when Sister pushed you down the stairs that time, it wasn’t on purpose.”