She Calls Him “Little Uncle”

“Hello, Little Uncle!” Ye Qingge greeted him obediently.

However, she felt slightly uneasy as Li Beichen was very young and didn’t seem to be much older than her. Calling him “Little Uncle”…

Regardless, she would even address him as “grandpa” at a time like this, let alone “Little Uncle”.

In any case, the man was certainly handsome. His outline was the picture of a grim yet steadfast figure.

He had a pair of unfathomable and indistinct pupils, a straight nose, and slightly thin lips, so perfect that there seemed to be no flaws. The heavens truly cherished him.

Li Beichen didn’t respond and simply glanced icily at Ye Qingge, then turned away. His gaze turned even darker and gloomier than before!

Ye Qingge did not care if Li Beichen ignored her. It did not matter.

Li Beichen turned toward Li Xingming, clearly annoyed with the words “Little Uncle”.

“Our new daughter-in-law, I’ve just decided!” He tapped Ye Qingge’s shoulder with his walking stick again, and she promptly straightened her back.

“You’re acting wilfully again. You should at least discuss this with Nancheng!”

He knew his father best. The old man was a law unto himself. That’s why he had prepared himself before returning to the country.

“Why should I discuss this with him?” A glorious light flashed across Li Xingming’s dark eyes.

This grandson of his had been kicking up a huge fuss lately, and he had been losing sleep for quite a while. It was quite disappointing.

The corners of Ye Qingge’s lips curved into a faint smile. She herself hadn’t noticed it.

What was happening here? Their relative was lying inside, his survival unclear, yet they were squabbling over everyday family matters — as if they were not concerned at all.

Strategizing a battle plan generally looked like this.

“Mr. Li… It was Ye Qingge. She hit the Fifth Young Master with her car…”

Dong Wenqian never expected to see Li Beichen, the legendary helmsman of the Li family. If the Ye family could establish a connection with him, then…

It was said that Li Beichen’s smile was the gentlest murder weapon in the world.

Women who saw his smile would fall in love with him as if struck by poison, whereas men who glimpsed his kindly grin would be marked for death…

However, hardly anyone had ever seen him smile.

‘Old Li must be senile. That’s why he’s allowed the woman responsible for his grandson’s car accident to enter the Li household.’

However, how could a ruthless yet powerful man like Li Beichen possibly let Ye Qingge get away with this?

Li Beichen’s eyes turned toward Ye Qingge as he heard Dong Wenqian’s words, spotting the slight smile at the corners of her lips by sheer coincidence.

Between her bright eyes and white teeth, her smile was ever so faint. It was almost indiscernible, as if one could barely catch it, yet it could etch into one’s heart like an iron brand.

His deep, intimidating eyes stared squarely at Ye Qingge as if he wanted to see right through her. A grim light flickered in his serene countenance.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could sense his glare examining her.

Ye Qingge remained very still, turning her eyes toward Ye Wenwen.

It had been eight years. Everything had changed. If there was anyone in the Ye family that she did not hate, it would be Ye Wenwen.

‘We used to sleep on the same bed. We were so close, but… forget it.’

Still focused on Ye Wenwen, Ye Qingge felt her lower jaw being forced upward.

“Hsss!” The sudden movement made her hiss in pain.

A hint of rage flashed across her clear eyes.

However, when she saw that it was Li Beichen who had clamped his hand over her jaw, that glint of rage disappeared, and her gaze returned to chilly emptiness.

Li Beichen narrowed his eyes. It may have been a split second change in expression, but he had caught it!

He fixed his dark eyes upon Ye Qingge’s delicate red lips and pressed his coarse thumb against them.

Only Ye Qingge could feel this small gesture. No one from any other angle could see it.

Memories flooded back into Ye Qingge’s mind. She quickly shut her eyes before opening them again.