Chapter 169 - Auntie Mao’s Sharp Question (1/2)

Chapter 169: Auntie Mao’s Sharp Question

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Looking at the eagerness in Auntie Mao’s eyes, Ye Yuwei could not bear to turn her down. She nodded slightly as she endured the discomfort in her lower abdomen.

Auntie Mao smiled and held onto Ye Yuwei’s hands. “I knew it. Our young mistress is a very filial child.”

Ye Yuwei smiled half-heartedly. “I will peel another apple for you.”

Auntie Mao looked at Ye Yuwei and reached out to take the apple that she had placed on the table. She slowly said, “I know that our young master has hurt you deeply. You were so happy to have married him, but he has always been indifferent to you.”

Ye Yuwei’s hand shook a little but she did not speak. She continued peeling the apple.

“You probably do not know that all the men in the Gu Family are the same. From his grandfather, to his father and to the young master himself, they all have the same character. The only difference was that his grandmother and mother only cared about their sons. They do not care about their husbands, and that was how they were able to live harmoniously together for so many years. In fact, the men of the Gu Family never understood what love is. This is the kind of marriage that the young master knows.”

Ye Yuwei lowered her head, avoiding Auntie Mao’s gaze.

“When the young master was a boy, he would always be hoping that his mother and father would accompany him to play, but at that time, his father was always busy. Sometimes, he would not even come home for the entire year. I can still clearly remember that when young master was about three to four years old, he would always stand by the door during his birthday, hugging a soft toy that his father had given him a long time ago. Whenever someone tried to get him to move, he would not listen and insist that he wanted to wait for his father to come home. It happened once, and then twice and then thrice. Eventually, the young master gave up and no longer waited for his father to come home.”

Ye Yuwei’s hand shook a little and the knife almost cut into her hand.