Chapter 757 - An Old Friend From Last Life
Chapter 757 - An Old Friend From Last Life
Chapter 757: An Old Friend From Last Life
The car left the hotel entrance and entered the rain curtain, the staff at the hotel lobby took a pair of cotton slippers and jogged over. Xia Jinyuan2 had instructed the doorman to give Ye Jian1 a pair of cotton slippers.
Someone came over from behind in a threatening manner; Ye Jian, who had worn the slipper, thanked the staff. When she sensed something not right behind her, she immediately turned around, pulling the staff to her back.
It seemed to be coming towards her, but the hotel staff was still present; she was unsure at that moment, she subconsciously pulled the hotel staff to her back.
“Where are your grown-ups? Have him come out immediately!” It sounded from someone who was wearing a dark purple dress, which seemed expensive from a glance; she was wearing a cashmere shawl on her shoulder and high heels. Her temperament was just like when she opened her mouth, overbearing.
Ye Jian looked at her, and there was a trace of surprise on her cold face, it was no wonder she found that voice to be familiar, it was an old friend.
Her aunt, Ye Zhixiang. In her past life, she drove an imported car into the village to pay a visit. It was said that she opened several large companies.
She was just eighteen-years-old when she last met Ye Zhixiang. She ran to Ye Zifan’s house, wanting to get the household register to get an identity card, and she saw Ye Zhixiang and her husband, who was blind in his right eye for some unknown reason, walk-in, she was so scared that she ran outside.
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She only had one thought on her mind, and if she ran slower, she would be beaten to death by her uncle if she ran slower!
She was really terrified at that time, and it was because she remembered how brutal her uncle was to her. When she was in the fourth grade of elementary school, the night of Chinese New Year eve, her uncle, Sun Yaozu, knocked her out and threw her into the snow.
When she saw her uncle, she immediately thought about the incident when she was in the fourth grade of elementary school, she did not dare to ask about the household register, she ran with all her might.
Right now, if this life was added to her past life, it had been eleven years since she had not seen Ye Zhixiang, but when they met, she could still recognize her from a single glance.
Ye Zhixiang did not look much younger compared to when they met when she was eighteen-years-old, she can see that this aunt of hers really knew how to take care of herself.
Ye Jian looked indifferently at her, she had a faint smile, “I am a hotel guest, I do not need a grown-up to come forward for whatever I do in the hotel? Also, may I know who you are? I do not think that you’re qualified to meet my grown-ups.”
The hotel staff immediately stood out, he asked with a smile: “Hi dear guest, do you need any assistance? You can contact any of our hotel staff.”
When the staff came forward, Ye Jian smiled at her, she directly walked towards the elevator.
So what if Ye Zhixiang was a blood-related relative? She, Ye Jian, does not owe her anything. It doesn’t matter if she recognizes her.
Grandpa Gen had mentioned before: “You live your life, they live theirs. Each minding your own businesses.”
From this, she could tell that Grandpa Gen does not hope for her to have any relationship with Ye Zhixiang’s family. She did not know the reason for it, nor did she have any thoughts of finding out.
Ye Zhixiang was slightly stunned when she looked at Ye Jian, why does this girl seem so familiar? Especially the expression and tone seemed to be really familiar.
She seemed to have seen her before, but she could not remember it.
She was slightly distracted and saw that the girl who was not polite at all walked past her, leaving in large strides.
“Stand right there!” Ye Zhixiang stared at the staff and chased after Ye Jian while in her high heels, “What kind of girl is this? She’s really rude, you had shocked the old man of my family to the point of having a stroke, there isn’t even a single apology!”