He broke his vows for her, and a tycoon descended to earth for love.

Chapter 137 It Was My Fault

Jiang Yan reached out and pinched her aching brow, muttering under her breath, "I don't know what the old man is up to."

The movement was too big, which aggravated her wound. Jiang Yanhui hissed unconsciously, and her brows furrowed even more deeply.

Yu Chengfeng chuckled softly, "Yan Hui, you've never been this agitated before. And this isn't the first time your old man has been so elusive. You haven't paid attention to his whereabouts for years, is it because of his relationship with Ye Siyi?"

Jiang Yan glanced back at him, neither admitting nor denying, clearly acknowledging his statement.

Even though he didn't say it, Yu Chengfeng naturally understood what he was worried about.

His eyes flashed and he noticed Jiang Yan's fingers were still stroking her chin. Yu Chengfeng's lips slowly curled up. "How did you get hurt? Don't tell me you were beaten up by Ye Zhenghao when you came back."

Jiang Yan snorted, "Do you think he can beat me?"

Yu Chengfeng raised an eyebrow. "That's true. I reckon two Ye Zhenghaos would barely be able to hold their own against you. You were deliberately letting him win at the apartment last time, weren't you?"

Jiang Yan simply chuckled and poured herself another glass of wine.

"There's probably only one person in the world who can get close enough to hurt you."

Seeing his interest in her injury, Jiang Yan glanced at him and said lazily, "I fell while skiing. Yu Chengfeng, when did you become so gossipy?"

Yu Chengfeng teased him even more, "Skiing? Yan Hui, if I remember correctly, skiing is your best sport. You actually fell down?" He looked like he was trying not to laugh, clearly intending to make fun of him. "Oh, I remember now, yesterday that little tigress from the Yu family suddenly came back. I heard someone whispered something in her ear, and Yu has been quite the troublemaker these past two days. The Leng family is in an uproar. I also heard that Young Master Yan took his darling to the Alps. It seems this was probably a ruse, right?"

Jiang Yan chuckled lightly, "Young Master Yu, are you quite free lately? What, have you already taken that ice queen of yours under your wing? I heard she tried to commit suicide a while ago?"

Yu Chengfeng's lips twitched, and he coughed lightly. "How did you know?"

"How you know about me is how I know about you."

Yu Chengfeng nodded resignedly, glanced at Jiang Yanhui, and saw him leaning back lazily on the sofa, holding a wine glass in one hand and sipping red wine with an elegant posture. He hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Have you seen Ye Siyi these past two days?"

Jiang Yanhui and Yu Chengfeng had been best friends for many years, and their tacit understanding was beyond question. They could easily guess each other's thoughts with just a glance. Now that Yu Chengfeng had brought up Ye Siyi for no apparent reason, Jiang Yanhui knew exactly what he was thinking.

He raised one eyebrow. "What? You need my help? Is your ice queen so hard to handle? Do you need my Sisi to step in?"

Seeing his smug look, Yu Chengfeng scoffed inwardly. "Give me back my Sisi!" he thought. "That Ye Xiongming has already suffered a stroke in the hospital. His and Ye Siyi's situation is probably no better than mine and that damned woman at home."

However, just thinking about Lin Piaoyun at home gave him a splitting headache. Could someone tell him why women are such difficult creatures?

She's been on a hunger strike for two days. He doesn't dare force her, fearing she might do something like that again. But if he doesn't force her, he can't make her obey. He knows Ye Siyi is Lin Piaoyun's best friend, and he's at his wit's end, so he can only ask Ye Siyi to try and persuade her.

"I don't want anyone to die." He didn't intend to say much more, and he knew in his heart that Jiang Yan would definitely help him. He said succinctly, "I'm going to B City on a business trip the day after tomorrow. I'll be gone for three days. I'll let Ye Siyi meet Lin Piaoyun then."

Jiang Yan chuckled and arrogantly raised her glass to Yu Chengfeng, "So it turns out that Young Master Yu also has things that make a beauty feel sorry for him. How rare! Just for such a once-in-a-millennium spectacle, I will definitely do my best to help you."

Yu Chengfeng needed someone's help, so he couldn't say much. He stood up awkwardly and simply said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After Yu Chengfeng left, Jiang Yanhui put down his wine glass. He slowly straightened up, took out his phone, dialed a number, and as soon as the call connected, he ordered in a deep voice, "Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau on Monday..."

"Siyi, what are you doing?"

Ye Zhenghao had just finished dressing when he saw Siyi, who never went into the kitchen, bustling around inside. He walked in, buttoning his sleeves, and glanced at the contents of the sink, increasingly surprised. "What are you doing with all this?"

The kitchen counter was a mess, with a cutting board and knife scattered haphazardly, and a vegetable sink next to them. Water was gushing from the sink, and Siyi, with her sleeves rolled up, was washing scallions. An electric kettle was steaming, and upon hearing Ye Zhenghao's voice, she said without looking up, "Make some porridge."

Ye Zhenghao chuckled, "Can you cook porridge?" Their little princess had never lifted a finger in the kitchen, yet now she was going to such lengths to cook porridge.

Siyi was only focused on controlling the heat, and spoke casually, "Cooking porridge isn't that difficult. I took a quick look last night, and as long as the heat is controlled properly, it'll be fine."

Seeing her flustered, Ye Zhenghao helped her lift up all the washed scallions. "Put them in," he said, pausing before asking, "Are you cooking this for Dad?"

Siyi paused in her work, then nodded. "Didn't you say he hasn't had much of an appetite lately? I think he'll like this light and simple food."

Ye Zhenghao felt a little sorry for her as she busied herself around. "It's your good intention that counts. Actually, it would be just as good to have the housekeeper do it."

"It's okay, I'm on vacation these few days anyway."

Since she had already said that, Ye Zhenghao didn't know what else to say. He told her to be careful and then hurried out the door.

Siyi kept hearing Ye Zhenghao's car drive away from her house before she finally threw the lid she was holding aside with a thud, reached up to smooth her bangs, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

She looked at the sizzling white porridge in front of her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

The older brother thought she made it for their father, but only she knew that she didn't make it for him at all.

She couldn't help but press her temples hard, feeling as if something sharp was constantly churning in her chest. What was she even thinking?

Ye Siyi, do you even have a brain? Do you even have a heart?!

She bit her lip hard as if torturing herself, then ripped the socket off. Finally, still feeling agitated, she simply poured the whole pot of porridge into the trash can.

"Oh dear, miss, what's wrong?" The auntie happened to walk into the kitchen and saw Siyi pouring a pot of steaming white porridge into the trash can with a gloomy expression. She quickly came over and asked, "Didn't you make it?"

Siyi hummed in agreement, put down the clay pot in her hand, and casually replied, "It's burnt. Auntie, could you prepare something light for me? I'll take it with me when I go to the hospital to see Dad later."

Seeing that she was absent-minded, the aunt thought she was worried about the master's condition, so she nodded repeatedly and told her to go upstairs and rest.

Siyi went upstairs to change her clothes, then remembered that Ye Zhenghao had mentioned that Lin Piaoyun had contacted her once, so she called Piaoyun, only to find that her phone was switched off. She didn't have the energy to think about it further, so she put her phone away and prepared to go to the hospital.

The aunt had just put the prepared porridge into a thermos when she saw Siyi come down. She went up to her and said, “Miss, I’ve already prepared it. These are all the flavors that Master usually likes to eat. Please take them to him.”

Siyi took the porridge, thanked her, and went straight to the hospital. She was somewhat absent-minded the whole way. Her phone rang, but she glanced at the number, bit her lip, and chose to ignore it. When she arrived at the hospital, she didn't expect to run into Zheng Muyan, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, at the elevator entrance. He had probably just come out of the ward and seemed a little surprised to see Siyi.

"Siyi, you're back?"

As soon as Zheng Muyan saw Siyi, he rushed towards her and asked, "Where have you been these past few days?"

"Senior brother." Siyi moved the thermos cup in her hand closer to her. Zheng Muyan was originally quite close to him, but when he saw her holding the thermos cup in both hands, he could only take two steps back. "I took a short leave of half a month to go out and relax."

Seeing her haggard appearance, Zheng Muyan thought of the old man in the ward and his heart sank. "Siyi, don't think so much. Uncle will definitely get better." Ye Xiongming was a prominent figure in the legal and political circles his whole life, but now he is in such a state in his old age. No one could accept it.

Siyi smiled weakly, "Thank you, senior brother. Did you come to see my father?"

"Yes, I've always respected Uncle Ye. I feel bad for him now. But I just asked the doctor, and he said that as long as he rests well, even if he can't fully recover, he can regain his self-care ability over time."

His words made Siyi feel even more bitter. Before she could say anything, the elevator behind her suddenly dinged and the double doors slowly opened. She saw Zheng Muyan's expression change.