As Ye Chen took in the bustling night scene outside the window, a sense of desolation intensified as Ye Chen's delicate and elegant features immersed in the darkness of the night.
"Chen… What's wrong with you?" Yun Ruoxi was a woman who knew the bigger situation. Bitter jealousy merely flitted past her countenance. She was always gentle and considerate in front of Ye Chen.
"I saw my father today." Ye Chen's low voice revealed his cold hatred.
Yun Ruoxi gently embraced him from behind. It had been so many years, but Ye Chen still easily lost control of his emotions whenever he met his father.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ruoxi's gentle, feminine voice, like a mother's touch, gently caressed Ye Chen's heart. Ye Chen's tensed muscles slowly relaxed.
All Yun Ruoxi knew was that Ye Chen was an illegitimate child. His mother was a dancer and raised him alone for ten years. He only returned to the Ye family when he was ten.
