After Bankruptcy, the Billionaire Asked Me to Marry Him!
Chapter 390: Refusing to Let Her Have Her Way

Chapter 390: Chapter 390: Refusing to Let Her Have Her Way

The phone buzzed once, and Ye Li groggily reached under the pillow to turn it off.

Turning over again, she saw the misty view outside the window.

Fine rain like silk, and mist covering the windows.

The presence of Fu Yanci beside her was gone.

Listening carefully, she could faintly hear the sound of dishes clashing in the living room.

On usual days, with Fu Yanci taking care of the child, Ye Li could peacefully turn over and continue with her sleep.

But she couldn’t forget what she said last night.

Ye Li decisively got up.

And checked her phone, 8:30 Paris Time.

All in all, she had slept for less than two hours.

Ye Li yawned, and the next moment, the yawn stopped, along with the faint pain at her temples.

The mailbox had received another email.

Reason told her someone intentionally wanted to destroy her marriage with Fu Yanci.

First, there was that deliberately caused car accident.

Then, there were repeated emails.

Though she couldn’t guess who or why.

Ye Li knew it was aimed at her, Mrs. Fu.

So, waking up from the period of low spirits, Ye Li reset all her social platforms.

Emails from unadded contacts were sent to the trash can by default.

Private messages from unfollowed Weibo accounts weren’t notified.

Even if Li Li was Fu Yanci’s first love stored deep within, she had ultimately died.

She only needed to do her job as Mrs. Fu well, no need to fight against someone who’s passed.

And now, the person behind the garbled account sent the email right before her.

Making her previous precautions seem laughable and naive.

In her mind, Bai Xiaoli and Hei Xiaoli said simultaneously: Ignore it!

But in Ye Li’s heart, the mysterious Pandora’s box opened silently, refusing to close.

After a moment of silence, Ye Li clicked into the inbox.

No longer photos.

The email attachment was an audio clip lasting 35 seconds.

"Competing with me? What does he have to compete with me?"

The sharp voice was instantly recognizable as Fu Yanci’s.

Ye Li quickly hit pause.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and a gentle voice sounded from the living room, "Fu Muzhi, you don’t think you can avoid studying just because you’re in Paris, do you?"

"You’re starting primary school in September, your math and English are fine, but is your pinyin also okay?... From now on, spend half an hour every morning listening to Pinyin Kingdom, and practice calligraphy after your nap. Didn’t I tell you to pack the calligraphy book in your suitcase?"

The tone was strict yet warm and tender.

Entirely different from the cold and murderous voice in the audio.

Clutching the phone tightly, Ye Li once again played the audio.

"... The paper can’t cover fire, I’m fully aware of what she’s done. ... Tell Fu Minghui that she will get every share due to her. But if she keeps playing these petty tricks under my watch, I don’t mind taking everything meant for her, leaving her with nothing."

Long silence followed, and the recording abruptly halted.

Ye Li held her breath.

You guess, why did he choose you?

Fu Minghui, I will take everything belonging to you, leaving you with nothing.

The two emails, both unexplained, clicked together, leaving a flash of realization in Ye Li’s eyes.

At Fu Garden’s matchmaking event, Fu Yanci’s marriage proposal was unexpected.

At that time, she was excited and full of joy, feeling like a pie fell from the sky onto her.

But now, Ye Li seemed to understand.

Old Mrs. Fu’s urging.

Speculation in Imperial City about his orientation.

And, her coincidental presence at Fu Garden.

She thought Fu Yanci chose her without fearing trouble because she was young and easy to handle.

In fact, it was because she was Fu Minghui’s daughter-in-law, and perhaps, because of the Li in her name?

It was... quite surprising and fit so well!

Excellent!!!

Ye Li, don’t think about it.

Don’t think, and everything will be fine!

Even if you can’t compete, just look forward.

Li Li is already dead, didn’t you promise yourself that clarity would come with time?

The comforting words she said to Qin Chu were actually meant for herself.

In her mind, was her mother’s gentle smile and her firm determination to support Qin Chu.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Li deleted that recording and replied to the email.

Best if the other side receives it.

It doesn’t matter even if not.

Regardless if they’re human or ghost, whatever their schemes, she wouldn’t let them succeed!

Swish.

The email sent, Ye Li opened the door, "Good morning..."

Imperial City Time, 2 AM.

Under the influence of alcohol, Lin Kerou had just begun to feel sleepy when the phone buzzed.

The subtle sound should have been inaudible.

But in a quiet bedroom, the fragile sleep was like a dandelion in a field, blown away in an instant by the buzz.

Frantically tearing off her eye mask, Lin Kerou sat up and grabbed her phone, seeing Ye Li’s email on the screen.

The dead Li Li.

Substitute for the first love.

And Fu Minghui’s half-sister.

Thinking of this mix of information was enough to destroy Ye Li’s fragile soul from being Mrs. Fu.

Lin Kerou smiled.

All her smiles froze the moment she clicked into the email.

[No matter who you are, no matter what you want to do, you’re bound to be disappointed!]

[I’m still Mrs. Fu, while you can only make such sneaky plans like a rat in a sewer! Look, this is the difference between me and you!]

[Paris morning is beautiful, enjoy it with me!]

The attachment was a photo of Ye Li standing on the bedroom balcony.

After the rain, the sky was crystal blue.

From afar, the Eiffel Tower stood quietly like a stabilizer.

The clear and bright scenery was pristine and beautiful.

Lin Kerou seemed to again see Ye Li, cold and disdainful, at the alley in front of the Fu Mansion gate.

Bang!

The phone was flung, hitting the wall and silently dropping onto the carpet.

Looking at the screen densely covered with cracks like a spider web, Lin Kerou’s nails dug into the satin quilt.

...

"Fu Yanci, happy birthday!"

In a Michelin five-star restaurant’s private room, Ye Li and Xiao Bao raised their glasses simultaneously.

Big and small exchanged looks, and took out two gift boxes from under the table, pushing them in front of him.

Thinking of how the two slipped out under the pretense of going to the restroom just to prepare a birthday gift for him, Fu Yanci shook his head with a smile and directly opened the small gift box.

A pair of cufflinks.

"Thank you!"

Ruffled Xiao Bao’s hair, Fu Yanci then picked up the big gift box and looked at Ye Li with a smile, "Ah Li, didn’t you already give me a birthday gift? I really like it!"

Ye Li blushed.

Beside her, Xiao Bao turned to look at Ye Li, eyes puzzled: Ye Xiaoli, did you already give Uncle a gift? What did you give?

"..."

Shooting Fu Yanci a look, Ye Li tried to remain calm, and said to Xiao Bao, "The shirt your uncle is wearing is from me."

Xiao Bao looked enlightened.

Fu Yanci opened the gift box.