Deeply in Love: The Two-Faced CEO is Too Clingy

Chapter 498 Did she sculpt the little clay figure?

Chapter 498 Did she sculpt the little clay figure?

Yan Ye was about to go over and ask about it when he saw Xiao Chen turn around and happily shout to him, "Dad, I've already asked Mom for you. She said she's ignoring you because she's in a bad mood. Once she's in a better mood, she'll love you back."

Yue Yirou: "..."

Everyone was happy to hear Xiao Chen's words, especially Yan Ye.

is this real?

But he couldn't understand why she was in a bad mood after waking up.

"Mom, I'm full. Are you full?" Xiao Chen shouted to Yan Ye, then turned to Yue Yirou and asked.

Yue Yirou nodded: "Yes, Mom is full too."

Xiao Chen struggled to get down from Yue Yirou's arms, then took one of her hands and said, "Mom, you're in a bad mood. Xiao Chen will take you to play. When you're in a bad mood, playing for a while will make you feel better."

"...Where should we go for fun?"

"Mom, you'll understand once you come with me."

Yue Yirou had no interest in playing games; she was only trying to avoid Yan Ye.

To her surprise, as the little boy led her past Yan Ye, he casually grabbed his father's hand and said, "Dad, Mom is in a bad mood. Let's take her to the playground upstairs."

"Okay," Yan Ye agreed readily.

Yue Yirou: "..."

She really wanted to shake off Xiao Chen's hand and not go upstairs to play with him, but that would make him very sad.

In the past two years, she has not fulfilled any of her responsibilities as a mother, and she owes Xiaochen too much.

She didn't shake off Xiao Chen's hand in the end, letting him pull her into the elevator, up to the fourth floor, and into the playground room specially built for Ye Baobao.

Night baby...

Looking around the room, she recalled the times when Ye Baobao used to cling to her, and she felt a pang of heartache, her emotions becoming even more complicated.

"Mommy, the trampoline is so much fun, do you want to go up and jump for a while?" Xiao Chen asked her, looking up at her.

Yue Yirou shook her head: "Mom doesn't like jumping on the trampoline, Xiaochen, go play on it by yourself."

"What does Mom like to play? There are lots of things to play with here."

"Mom doesn't like to play anything," Yue Yirou said sadly. Then, realizing that this would make Xiaochen unhappy, she forced a smile. "Mom likes to watch Xiaochen play. If Xiaochen is happy, Mom is happy."

"Really? Then Xiao Chen, go up and jump for your mom."

After saying that, Xiao Chen took off his shoes, climbed onto the trampoline, and happily jumped around, having a great time.

Looking at his cheerful and adorable appearance, Yue Yirou gradually smiled knowingly, almost forgetting the person who had been standing silently beside her the whole time.

Although Yan Ye remained silent, his gaze lingered on her. Seeing the knowing smile on her lips, the gloom in his heart dissipated somewhat.

He stood quietly, not disturbing her; in fact, he was somewhat afraid to disturb her.

For some reason, he always had a feeling that getting close to her would annoy her and make her disgusted; he was afraid of seeing her hateful and disgusted gaze.

Yi Rou, when you're in a good mood, you'll love me dearly, is that true?

He wasn't entirely convinced; he harbored doubts, yet also held onto hope.

“Mom, you smiled.” Xiao Chen climbed off the trampoline, ran to Yue Yirou, and looked up at her with his sweaty little face. “Mom, smiling means you’re in a good mood. You said that if you’re in a good mood, you’ll love Dad more. Now that you’re in a good mood, go and love Dad more.”

"..." Does her being able to laugh and joke mean she's in a good mood?

Yan Ye waited expectantly for her to come over and be affectionate with him.

"Mom, you should go and be loving and affectionate with Dad."

Xiao Chen urged Yue Yirou while pushing her along.

“Xiao Chen…” Yue Yirou was helpless and forced to lean against Yan Ye.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to play with Sister Xiaoyan. I won't bother you anymore." After pushing Yue Yirou into Yan Ye's arms, Xiao Chen secretly gave Yan Ye a encouraging look, then turned and ran out.

After Xiao Chen left, Yue Yirou quickly distanced herself from the person.

"Yi Rou..." Her actions deeply saddened Yan Ye.

She was just fooling Xiao Chen; she never intended to be in a loving relationship with him.

Yue Yirou looked away from him, ignoring him, her expression complicated.

She didn't want to stay with Yan Ye, but she knew Xiao Chen would be waiting outside the door. She couldn't go out for a while and had to stay here with Yan Ye.

Yan Ye wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but she was so cold that he was afraid to get close to her.

Yue Yirou thought Yan Ye would pull her into his arms domineeringly as before, and she was prepared to resist with all her might. She really didn't want to be touched by him, and she didn't want to pretend to obey. However, he didn't do that.

This was somewhat unexpected for her.

Logically speaking, she had already remembered him, but ignored him. Under such circumstances, he should have been furious. Why was he so calm?

Yue Yirou couldn't help but secretly turn her head to look at Yan Ye. She noticed that he had somehow acquired a pair of small clay figurines in his hand. These figurines were...

Yan Ye didn't even need to ask her; just by looking at her expression, he understood everything. He felt as if he had been doused with ice water, chilled to the bone.

She didn't remember everything.

Yan Ye slowly handed the small statue in his hand to her. Yue Yirou didn't want to take it at first, but after seeing the face of the statue clearly, she couldn't help but reach out and take it.

This is her and him; she's wearing a wedding dress, leaning against him, their fingers intertwined.

Did he have someone do this?

"You made this," Yan Ye said at the right moment, his tone tinged with sadness.

Did she make it?

How can this be?

She can sculpt clay figures, but she couldn't possibly sculpt something like this, and she has absolutely no recollection of it.

She definitely didn't make it.

“You really sculpted these, I’m not lying to you. You’re using these little clay figures to tell me that you’ve let go of Lu Tingyun, given me your heart, and are willing to spend your life with me.” Yan Ye stared at her, his eyes filled with pain.

"Yi Rou, haven't you remembered any of these things?"

"..."

She didn't remember—no, no, it wasn't that she didn't remember, it was that it never happened. He lied to her; how could she possibly give her heart to him? Her heart had already been given to Tingyun long ago.

Yue Yirou shoved the small statue back into Yan Ye's hand and shook her head, saying, "No, I didn't make this. You're lying to me. Yan Ye, I remember everything. You can't fool me."

"I'm not lying to you, you're the one lying to me. If you remembered everything, you wouldn't be treating me like this," Yan Ye roared, his voice choked with sobs.

He was filled with remorse; he shouldn't have taken her to jump into the sea.

"..." Yue Yirou was speechless. There were indeed many things she hadn't remembered, but she felt that it was impossible for her to fall in love with Yan Ye.

Tingyun loved her so much, and she loved him too. Even though she married Yan Ye, it was all for Tingyun's sake. She could never fall in love with the man who ruined her life.