I, Ye Yuwei, Will Not Take the Blame!

Yu Sha'er arrived very swiftly. Like how a butterfly was attracted to a flower, she rushed in directly and threw herself into Gu Juexi's arms.

Ye Yuwei leaned on the sofa. On the table in front of her was a set of contract and also a bowl of pig blood soup that Auntie Mao had cooked for her.

One was aimed at pushing her to hell and the other was out of genuine love and concern for her.

Ye Yuwei raised her brows while looking at the bowl of soup in front of her. The only reason she could have endured three years at the Gu mansion was because of the warmth and love she had received from Auntie Mao.

It was a pity that such warmth and concern was no longer sufficient for her to stay on and tolerate the cold and ruthless Gu Juexi.