Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Ye Kong started to get busy.

She first spent an evening drawing the design of the coffee shop and gave it to Qu Wu when she went to school.

Then I started to think about magazine design, as well as posters and other things that would be needed for subsequent recruitment of illustrators.

Fortunately, the studio at home has been set up by the hardworking Fang Siwan.

It was a very large room, with most of the top floor being cleared away to be used as her studio.

Fang Siwan also opened a huge window on the wall that connected three sides for her. Just by opening it, she could see the flower fields outside and the stars in the sky.

As a result, Ye Kong likes to stay up late even more.

However, she would always sneak out after Fang Siwan fell asleep, open the window in the studio, and paint while enjoying the breeze.

And on these nights, she would often meet Wen Can, who would also come home late.

Sometimes he was really late for social events, but sometimes he sneaked over from Ye's house.

Old Mrs. Ye, who had been taken out for a trip by Old Man Ye, came back not long ago. I don’t know what her husband said to her, but she finally learned not to cause trouble for Ye Kong anymore. It is said that she just dotes on Ye Baozhu more and more every day, and also keeps a close eye on several people in the Ye family.

From Ye Haichuan to Ye Zhen and Ye Tingchu, whenever they came home from work, they had to eat and sleep in the Ye residence. If she caught anyone going to the villa next door, she would make a sarcastic face and even pretend to be sick.

The few of them had no choice but to silently reduce the time they spent at the villa.

Until one night when Ye Kong went downstairs to drink water, he ran into Ye Haichuan who was quietly coming upstairs in his pajamas.

The father and daughter went up and down the stairs, looking at each other awkwardly in the dim stairwell.

Before his daughter looked at him with a perverted look, Ye Haichuan said decisively: "Don't bother your mother - even though she sleeps soundly."

Ye Kong: ...

His eyes were still complicated: "Can you really not leave your mother?"

"Yes." Ye Haichuan said frankly, "You are too young to understand. Lovers cannot be separated for too long. You will feel empty and can't sleep at all."

"…but my mother sleeps very soundly, and she can't hear me getting up to draw every night."

"...your mother," Ye Haichuan said reservedly, "is independent."

"how about you?"

"I can not."

"..."

Ye Kong felt a little choked.

"Okay, I'm going to bed. I have to get up at six tomorrow morning."

"What are you doing so early? Working?"

"Your grandma gets up early, so I have to go back before she goes downstairs. Otherwise, if I get caught, she will be even more disgusted with your mom."

"Every time it comes to this, I feel that family affection is not such a good thing."

"..." Ye Haichuan paused and looked up at her.

The girl lowered her head and held the water cup. The dim light on the wall illuminated half of her hazy profile, and every messy and scattered hair seemed distant and blurry.

She murmured as if to herself, "The old woman hates mom because she wants to control you, but that's not love - it's really weird."

She finished her speech and went downstairs mumbling something.

Ye Haichuan stood there for a moment, then turned to look at the thin girl standing in front of the island counter with a cup in her hand, pouring water and drinking it, like a cool little moon goddess.

Not tainted by any worldly emotions.

Ignorance and coldness.

Ye Kong drank a glass of water, and when he went upstairs, he found that Ye Haichuan was still there.

She was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'm not sleepy anymore." Ye Haichuan asked, "Are you afraid of being disturbed when you paint? Do you need to be alone to paint?"

"...Not really."

"Can I stay beside you then?"

"..."Ye Kong showed an obvious look of confusion.

The man shrugged and said, "I can't sleep anyway. I'll just be in a daze next to you. I won't disturb you."

"……up to you."

Ye Kong raised his foot and walked forward.

The tall man followed her into the star-filled studio.

She just turned on a light next to her easel.

Ye Kong sat down on the stool and began to continue his unfinished work.

She was the kind of person who would be completely absorbed in her work once she got into it. Even when Ye Haichuan was walking around and visiting the studio, she didn't react at all.

Not long after, Ye Haichuan finally sat down.

Just like he said, he did nothing but lean on the sofa, staring at the starry sky and Ye Kong in a daze.

The man's dark pupils reflected the face of the girl who looked somewhat like him. The light smeared on it, like a dim candlelight, flickering, engraving her appearance in his heart.

The empty and mottled orphanage involuntarily appeared in my mind.

The old building with peeling and cracked walls is covered with flowers drawn by the girl.

"...Were you like this during those times?"

A small one stood in the dilapidated building, painting on the wall with full concentration.

The man's mumbling was carried to Ye Kong's ears by the wind. When she turned around, the two looked at each other for a long time, but Ye Haichuan still seemed to be in a daze.

He looked at her and said softly, "Dad is sorry for you."

"So sudden?" Ye Kong looked confused.

"…Because I disturbed you, please continue." Ye Haichuan smiled.

Ye Kong withdrew his gaze in confusion and continued painting.

The night wind blew in from the window, bringing with it the scent of flowers, as if filling the company with a fragrant aroma.

It was also from this night that Ye Haichuan began to run to her studio from time to time to stare blankly.

Although there was no clear agreement, the father and daughter seemed to have a lot of time together for some unknown reason.

In the studio where Ye Kong worked late at night, Ye Haichuan would occasionally do his own work or simply read a book, but he would not stay until Ye Kong went to bed. After all, he was old, and when he couldn't hold on any longer, he would go to bed first.

Then before going to bed, I left a common sentence used by parents: "Don't stay up too late, it's bad for your health."

Having said that, he never told Fang Siwan about anything.

Just for this reason, Ye Kong gave him a lot of points.

“He’s a cunning dad who can get along with kids.”

Another night, Ye Kong touched his chin and made this comment while watching Ye Haichuan's back yawning as he walked out of the studio.

In fact, Ye Zhen, who had been beaten by Ye Haichuan many times, had a lot to say at this time, but unfortunately he was not present.

Ye Kong, on the other hand, was unaware that he was gradually getting used to his father's company.

·

Addicted to staying up late at home and having to get up early in the morning under Fang Siwan's urging, Ye Kong quickly developed the habit of sleeping in at school.

For some classes that she felt were unnecessary, she would completely lose consciousness and fall into a coma before the class started.

At noon, or when she had no classes, she would go to Qu Wu's coffee shop to sleep.

Although Qu Wu was a pervert whom she extremely didn't want to get close to, her work efficiency was really high.

The design was given to her and she finished it in just a few days.

When Ye Kong arrived, the second floor had been completely transformed into a studio. There was even a small resting corner set up for her with a large soft sofa.

On this sofa, Ye Kong often fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and the whole process might take less than ten seconds.

Waking up from a long sleep again, she finally received a call from Qian Yilai.