Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 2537: Chapter 341

Imperial City, Hospital.

Momo met Feng Yize’s mother, a gentle and loving woman.

For a moment, she couldn’t guess her age, was she fifty or sixty years old?

According to Ye Zhan, Feng Yize’s mother, Yan Zhidong, and his father had a political marriage. Momo thought she shouldn’t be that old, but seeing the woman on the hospital bed with gray temples and clear traces of time, she felt she must be at least sixty.

"Aunt Yan, this is Momo."

Ye Zhan led Momo to the bedside, smiling as he introduced her to Yan Zhidong.

Yan Zhidong’s face lit up with joy, and she immediately tried to sit up, warmly greeting, "Miss Mo, right? I’ve heard about you many times from Yi Ze, he says you’re kind-hearted and that you and Ah Zhan are a perfect match made in heaven."

Momo wasn’t shy about the praise, and she smiled graciously, "Aunt Yan, you flatter me too much, I’m not that great."

"No, no, you are great. If you don’t believe me, ask Ah Zhan, isn’t that right, Ah Zhan?"

"Yes, Aunt Yan."

Hearing Ye Zhan’s words, Yan Zhidong felt reassured and said, "Ah Zhan, you and Miss Mo have finally gotten together, you must treat her well and not bully her."

"Aunt Yan, I won’t bully Momo."

"Aunt Yan, you can just call me Momo."

"Okay, I’ll call you Momo then. I only have Yi Ze as a son, and I’ve always envied others who have daughters. By the way, where’s Yi Ze? Ah Zhan, did Yi Ze go back to the Feng Family, he..."

Ye Zhan interrupted Yan Zhidong, reassuring her, "Aunt Yan, don’t worry, Yi Ze didn’t go back to the Feng Family, he went to the hospital office, he’ll be here soon."

"Actually, I’m not hurt, I was just pushed and fell to the ground..."

Ye Zhan and Momo left the hospital two hours later.

During this time, Ye Zhan wasn’t always in the ward.

Instead, Momo stayed in the ward, chatting with Yan Zhidong. Later, when Ye Zhan and Feng Yize returned with dinner, Momo accompanied Yan Zhidong for the meal.

They left only when Yan Zhidong urged them to go home and rest.

Walking hand in hand along the neon-lit streets of the Imperial City, Ye Zhan gratefully said, "Momo, thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

Momo asked with a smile.

Ye Zhan lowered his head and kissed her forehead, a warm smile on his lips, "I thank you on behalf of Yi Ze."

"Yi Ze is your sworn brother, which makes him my family too. Why are you being so polite with me?"

Momo pretended to be angry, causing Ye Zhan to chuckle softly, "Alright, I won’t be polite."

At this point, Ye Zhan’s smile faded, and he looked at her deeply, speaking in a low and gentle voice, "Momo, let’s go see my mom now."

"Okay."

Momo initially thought Ye Zhan would take her to a cemetery, but to her surprise, he drove out of the city and headed toward the countryside.

After more than an hour, he drove up a mountain.

After getting out of the car, he held her hand as they walked through the grass, "My mom loved this mountain when she was alive. After she passed, I didn’t take her to the cemetery; I brought her here."

"..."

Momo didn’t know what to say, so she just held Ye Zhan’s hand tighter.

Ye Zhan turned to look at her and gave her a warm smile, "After all these years, I’ve gotten used to not having her around."

Gotten used to it.

Doesn’t mean it’s not painful or that he’s let go.

Momo looked up at Ye Zhan, not noticing that he had suddenly stopped.

The hand holding hers also stiffened slightly.

Surprised, Momo followed his gaze and saw a faint figure crouched in front of a grave not far ahead.

"Ye Zhan."

She called softly.

Her voice carried concern and heartache.

Ye Zhan took a deep breath, steadying his turbulent emotions.

Tonight, there was no moon, no stars, only darkness on the mountain.

But he still clearly recognized the man at his mother’s tombstone.

He hadn’t seen his car earlier.

"If you don’t want to go over, I’ll go see first," Momo tentatively suggested.

Although she hoped Ye Zhan could reconcile with his father, she knew Ye Zhan’s inner turmoil wasn’t something that could be resolved overnight.

Moreover, she felt more pain for the hurt Ye Zhan had endured. If he didn’t want to see Ye Zhangming, she would meet him on his behalf.

Ye Zhan’s heart trembled.

He looked at Momo, his gaze suddenly complicated, as dark as ink.

Momo smiled at him.

After a few seconds of eye contact, she was about to release his hand.

Suddenly, Ye Zhan tightened his grip, his voice low as he said, "Let’s go over together."

Even if he was a thousand times unwilling to meet Ye Zhangming, he wouldn’t let Momo face him alone.

He hadn’t forgotten that it was that man and the old man in the hospital who had sacrificed Momo. Thinking of Momo hiding for over a year, his heart felt like it had been stabbed with a sharp blade, a piercing pain.

In front of the tombstone.

Ye Zhangming stood up, turning to face Ye Zhan and Momo, who were walking hand in hand.

His eyes flickered with complexity as his weathered face showed guilt and remorse, along with an awkward kindness.

If it wasn’t so dark, you could see Ye Zhangming was even a little nervous.

"Ah Zhan, Momo, you’re back."

A forced smile appeared on his face, unsure if he was uncomfortable facing his son and future daughter-in-law or if he had smiled so little over the years that he’d forgotten how to smile.

"What are you doing here?"

Ye Zhan’s tone unconsciously carried a hint of sarcasm as he spoke.

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt Momo’s grip tighten, silently calming his emotions. It was inevitable; the resentment that had gradually settled over the years had surged back to its peak when they sacrificed Momo.

Ye Zhangming struggled to maintain his smile, stiff though it was, telling himself to endure.

Maybe after Ah Zhan vented his anger, things would get better.

His voice carried a hint of guilt and the frailty of age, diffused into the mountain wind with every word, "I came to see your mom, to talk with her."

He thought of saying, "Aren’t you afraid of tarnishing your reputation doing this?" but he swallowed those words back.

He wasn’t afraid of hurting Ye Zhangming.

He just didn’t want the woman beside him to worry.

His thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line, and he asked coldly, "Are you done talking?"

"..."

Ye Zhangming didn’t immediately answer.

He didn’t know how to respond without being told to leave by Ye Zhan.

If he answered that he was done, he would be told to go for sure.

If he said he wasn’t done...

Unpleasant words awaited him.

Ye Zhangming twitched his lips, his voice tinged with an awkward affection, "Ah Zhan, you brought Momo to see your mom, right? I’ll go wait for you down the mountain."

Without waiting for Ye Zhan to refuse, Ye Zhangming walked past them, step by step, heading down the mountain.