Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 422 - 421: Consider it your bridal gift.

Chapter 422: Chapter 421: Consider it your bridal gift.

During Xing Ling’s menstrual period, Ye Sihan stayed at the Ye Mansion to keep her company.

It was just like that leisurely time they spent on the mountaintop.

Except for not making love, everything else was pretty much the same.

Any slight disturbance to Xing Ling had him on edge.

He hardly ever acted this way with the quadruplets.

For example, if Junjun rolled off the couch, Ye Sihan, who was sitting next to him, would just slightly frown, not even offering a hand to help, letting him get up wherever he had fallen.

If it had been Xing Ling who fell, he would have torn up the entire floor.

Xing Ling’s spirits were noticeably better than they were at the start of her period.

Despite the various unresolved questions hidden in her heart, she chose to ignore them.

She diverted her attention to other people and things.

At the viewing platform, Xing Ling leaned into Ye Sihan’s embrace and asked, "Do you have any photos of the quadruplets when they were young?"

"I don’t have any here."

Xing Ling then stopped asking.

What she didn’t say was that she had seen many on his computer already.

"I heard you haven’t been to KING Group for several days? Is there a problem with you, or with her?" Xing Yanjie joined them on the viewing platform and sat down opposite them.

His gaze shifted between Xing Ling and Ye Sihan.

Xing Ling looked at Xing Yanjie somewhat blankly, as the words Xing Lan had told her once again echoed in her mind.

Truthfully, this was definitely her real brother.

His affection for her was not the least bit false.

If it weren’t for what Xing Lan had told her, she would never have suspected a thing until her death.

"Ling?"

Xing Ling came back to her senses, "Second Brother."

"What are you daydreaming about?"

"Why are you here?" Xing Ling asked.

"Can’t I come? I drew a blank at KING Group, and knowing Ye Sihan hasn’t shown up for a good few days, I came out of concern for you." Xing Yanjie’s face all but displayed the words ’you’re so ungrateful’.

"He’s not showing up, why worry about me..." Xing Ling murmured, lifting her body from Ye Sihan and sitting to one side.

Ye Sihan cast a cold glance at Xing Yanjie.

"..." Xing Yanjie. "Let’s go down to the study, I have some business matters to discuss with you."

Ye Sihan looked at Xing Ling, "I’ll be back soon."

"Oh."

Ye Sihan and Xing Yanjie left the viewing platform together.

Xing Ling curled up on the couch, lost in thought.

Is it really about work?

The maid not far away stood still, seemingly not paying attention to anything.

But in fact, she would be aware of any movement from her.

If Xing Ling did something, it wouldn’t be long before the information reached Ye Sihan’s ears.

So going to eavesdrop at the study door was out of the question.

Xing Ling closed her eyes, feeling very sensitive at the moment.

Couldn’t it just be about work?

But Xing Yanjie’s search for Ye Sihan wasn’t about work.

It was about Xing Lan.

Xing Lan still hadn’t been caught; how could she hide in the unfamiliar Kyoto?

"This is Xing Lan’s second visit to Kyoto. The first time, she took Shen Kuai’s ashes and left. She’s not familiar with the area. Even if she hides somewhere, she must be in quite a plight," Xing Yanjie said.

"Dead or alive, she must be found, even if we have to dig three feet into the ground," Ye Sihan said.

Uncle Wen brought in two cups of coffee.

The two men had just reached the topic of Xing Lan’s purpose in finding Xing Ling.

Ye Sihan had already begun to suspect whether Xing Lan had told Xing Ling something else.

Xing Yanjie was not sure.

Xing Lan being threatened in the past certainly worked.

Now that Shen Kuai was dead, were there some things no longer under control?

Anyway, Xing Lan wasn’t exactly the most stable person.

"How has Ling been feeling lately?"

"Not good," Ye Sihan’s face was somber.

"Don’t be fooled by her usual cheerfulness, once there’s something amiss, she won’t reveal a single word," Xing Yanjie said.

Just as Uncle Wen was about to leave, he seemed to remember something and said, "Last time, madam stayed alone in the study for quite a while."

Ye Sihan’s dark pupils lifted sharply, "Why are you only mentioning this now?"

"I... Madam said she was looking for a book, I didn’t pay it any mind..." Uncle Wen was panicked.

"Impossible, Xing Ling does not like to read," said Xing Yanjie.

Then Xing Ling’s behavior appeared even more suspicious.

A fierce light flashed across Ye Sihan’s dark eyes as he opened up the laptop and checked the browsing history. His expression immediately turned dark and cold.

"What’s in the computer?" Xing Yanjie stood up and walked over.

He even took the initiative to operate it and open the browsing history.

Then he froze.

"How much does she actually know about Tang Yu..." Ye Sihan’s voice was deep and husky.

"Why didn’t you set a password on your computer?" Xing Yanjie also looked upset.

"She knows it," Ye Sihan immersed himself in the lowering pressure. Thinking of something else, he asked Uncle Wen about the time Xing Ling entered the study.

It was exactly before she went to see Xing Lan.

Xing Yanjie pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on, "Xing Lan must have told her that she is not Xing Ling."

Ye Sihan, with his hand resting on the desk, was trembling slightly, chilled to the bone.

"Could she have already guessed that she is Tang Yu?" Xing Yanjie speculated.

Ye Sihan’s black pupils closed as his mind raced through various countermeasures.

"Might as well just tell her directly..."

"No!" Ye Sihan bellowed, interrupting him.

"Ye Sihan, I’ve noticed you’re running from reality too! How much pain must Tang Yu have gone through for you to be so afraid of her regaining her memory?" Xing Yanjie’s emotions were suppressed. "What exactly did you do to her?"

Ye Sihan’s lips were tightly sealed, not uttering a word.

He had done far too much...

Since Tang Yu’s jump into the sea and his car accident, every harm he had inflicted upon Tang Yu had recoiled upon himself.

Nightmares tortured him, bringing unbearable pain.

"Hey, at least tell me more, so I can help you strategize when the time comes..." Xing Yanjie was speaking when he heard Uncle Wen’s voice outside.

"Madam, are you looking for Mr. Ye?"

"Are you done talking?" Xing Ling hadn’t expected Uncle Wen to come over and talk to her.

"I don’t think so? When I brought in the coffee, they were in the middle of discussing the partnership!" Uncle Wen said cheerily.

Xing Ling thought to herself, so they were really talking about work?

The door to the study opened, and Xing Yanjie walked out, "Just keeping him for such a short while and you’re already impatient?"

"Who’s impatient?" Xing Ling denied.

"The talk is almost finished, shall we have dinner now?" Xing Yanjie asked Uncle Wen nearby.

"Yes, I was just about to inquire about dinner time. I’ll go prepare it now." Uncle Wen turned and left.

Xing Ling looked up to see Ye Sihan approaching.

In that moment, when their eyes locked, it seemed as if they were the only two people left in the world.

When Xing Ling came back to her senses, Xing Yanjie had indeed left without her knowing when.

She always felt that if she were Tang Yu, her second and eldest brothers would not keep the truth from her, right?

What reason could there be not to tell her...

A touch on her face; Ye Sihan was already in front of her, his fingertips gently caressing the corner of her lips.

"Been a while, have you been waiting anxiously?" Ye Sihan’s dark eyes looked down at her, seeing only her in those deep, bottomless pupils.

"...Is the partnership going smoothly?"

"I’ll be generous, then it will go smoothly. Consider it your bridal gift," he said.

"Shouldn’t my bridal gift be given to me?"

"After dinner, we’ll go back to the room, I have something to show you."

After lunch, Xing Yanjie left.

Ye Sihan took Xing Ling back to their room.

Xing Ling sat in the outer hall, while Ye Sihan went into the bedroom, leaving her clueless as to what he was doing.

Something she couldn’t see yet?

Such mystery...