Chapter 953: He'll Just Hide for Two Days

To avoid disturbing Madam Ye’s rest, Wanting stayed outside until ten o’clock before returning home.

There were workers moving things out.

Initially, Wanting didn’t realize that it was her own house being emptied, so she stepped aside.

It wasn’t until she saw an antique vase being carried away that she reacted and rushed over to stop them.

She demanded, “Who are you people, and why are you moving things from my house?”

The workers didn’t pay her any attention, pushing past her as they left, and one of them murmured to another, “What’s she holding on to?

The house isn’t hers anymore, yet she calls it her home.”

Wanting felt a thunderous crash in her head.

She shut the outermost iron gate and quickly walked inside.

Madam Ye was startled to see her, “Tingting?

Didn’t you say you were working overtime and wouldn’t be back until the evening?”

Wanting stared at her fixedly.

In the living room, apart from the sofa and dining table, most things had already been moved.

“What’s going on?”

“I…

this…”

Madam Ye’s instinctive reaction was to evade.

Wanting insisted on questioning, but before she could speak, a noise suddenly came from upstairs.

She sharply turned to look at Madam Ye, the latter not even daring to meet her eye, hands clenched tightly, feet unsteady, her nervousness and guilt obvious.

Wanting bolted upstairs, with Madam Ye grabbing her, “It’s nothing, Tingting, don’t go up.

Maybe something just fell to the ground, really, it’s nothing.

He’s just hiding for a couple of days.”

“Who?” Wanting asked.

Realizing she said the wrong thing, Madam Ye dared not casually speak again, panic set in her heart, and she instinctively let go.

Wanting headed straight upstairs, checking room by room.

Her own room was the last one she searched.

She even checked under the bed and behind the curtains before finally turning her gaze toward the closet.

Ye Cheng was hiding in the innermost part of the walk-in closet.

When Wanting opened the wardrobe door, he was actually playing with her intimate clothing.

“Ye Cheng!”

Wanting’s eyes reddened, attempting to snatch the clothing from his hand.

He not only refused to let go but also tugged hard downward, looking at her with a wicked smile, “Sister, is this how you welcome me?”

“Who welcomes you!”

“Who in this house would welcome you!”

“Who let you in!”

“Get out of here!”

Ye Cheng’s face immediately darkened.

He stepped out of the wardrobe, a choking smell of smoke clinging to him, his clothes hanging loose on his skeletal frame, with cheeks hollowed, thin skin stretched over bones, looking like a skeleton.

He stared at Wanting with eyes deeply sunken like those of a fierce ghost and said, “How can you speak like that?

This is also my home.

To discuss property, it doesn’t come down to you.

If anyone should go, it’s you.”

“Ye Cheng, have some shame.

Those workers were called by you, weren’t they?

There’s no money in the family for your gambling, so you even sell the things Grandpa and Grandma left for Mom.

Are you even human?”

“What does it matter, they’re mine anyway.”

Ye Cheng was completely indifferent, “What are you defending so blindly for?

This house was long ago…”

“Ye Cheng!”

Madam Ye screamed and rushed in urgently, pulling Wanting and looking her over.

Upon seeing the underwear clenched tight in her hand, she glared at Ye Cheng angrily.

But she said nothing, instead shaking her head at Ye Cheng.

Wanting felt as if every pore on her body had opened, making it increasingly hard to breathe, her vision turning black, not knowing what force held her taut.

She stiffly turned her head to look at Madam Ye.

She asked, “What happened to the house…?”

She didn’t receive an answer.

Before fainting, she only saw Madam Ye’s panic-stricken face and Ye Cheng’s arrogant smirk.