Ye Chuyi said anxiously, "I believe you, don't break off the collaboration with the Ye Family. Just continue the partnership as you should."
Up to this point, her uncle Ye Zhengrong hadn't done anything to wrong her. On the contrary, he had been quite good to her.
She couldn't let the Sheng Ye families turn against each other and stop associating from then on.
After she finished speaking, she belatedly realized something Tingyuan had said: He didn't care about her identity.
"Do you... really not care about my identity? It doesn't matter if I'm the daughter of a maid? Or a murderer's daughter?"
"You've been resisting me because of this? You think I would care about your identity?"
"It's very rare that someone doesn't care."
"Then I am that rarity. It doesn't affect my feelings for you, what sort of people your parents are. The murderer isn't you, and you don't have to blame yourself for it."
Ye Chuyi felt like crying.
