CH 18.2

The Villainess is Three and a Half Years Old Chapter 18.2

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Ye Linchuan pointed to Ye Ya who was too scared to speak, “Ye Qinghe, look clearly. This is not your sister at all, she is just a shoddy replica. I won't accept her even if I die. My daughter had been gone for a long time along with your mother.”

Was he sad?

Of course.

No father in this world would be indifferent to the death of his child.

His little daughter was so young when she died, she didn't even get a chance to see the world, she didn't even call him “Dad,” he sent her away before he could give her a proper hug.

Ye Linchuan was in great pain.

But he knew that people die like lights go out, and if they were gone, they were gone forever; that was why he couldn't stand his wife resurrecting the child in that way. It was torture for the dead and cruelty to the living.

He refused to resist again and again, expressed his rejection again and again, but his wife still went against his will.

What was the result?

The little daughter who passed away became an experiment in scientific research.

Ye Qinghe couldn't refute his father, and his anger ached his heart.

Ye Qinghe's face was bloodless, and he slowly squatted on the ground, clutching his chest.

“Brother?" Ye Ya felt that something was wrong, and gently pushed him.

Ye Qinghe wanted to comfort his sister, but he couldn't speak. He was so painful that his whole body trembled, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

“Kitty, kitty, what's wrong with Brother?" Ye Ya asked the cat worriedly.

The white cat suddenly touched Ye Qinghe's forehead in the air, closed its eyes, and a cloud of white air broke away from the cat's body and slowly entered Ye Qinghe’s body.

——It was using its own aura to renew the life of the guardian.

When the aura is consumed, the guardian spirit will disappear completely.

The System that had just finished hibernating and saw this scene suddenly understood why Qinghe could live to be 23 years old in the novel. It turned out that there was really a guardian spirit secretly protecting this young man.

“Brother..." Ye Ya was about to cry, “Brother, are you uncomfortable?" She touched Ye Qinghe's forehead; it was not hot, so he didn't have a fever.

"Uncle Liu, take Qinghe back to his room to take medicine and let him have a good rest.” Ye Linchuan called the housekeeper and sent him back to the room despite Ye Qinghe's resistance.

There is only one adult and one child left in the living room.

Ye Ya held her hands behind her back like she was about to be punished, her lips were pressed together, and her toes were cramped.

Ye Linchuan looked down at the little girl condescendingly.

Ye Ya sensibly felt that her father was not the same as usual. She approached Ye Linchuan carefully, boldly put her small palm in the man's generous and warm palm, pulled it, raised her head, and called “Daddy.”

In the next second, the big hand was drawn out.

“I am not your father.”

The five words are cold and ruthless.

“You are father." Ye Ya's voice is small, “It's okay, Daddy, Ya Ya will find Mother for you."

When it came to his dead wife, Ye Linchuan's whole person fell into gloom.

He didn't speak, but bent over and picked up Ye Ya, and walked to the basement.

Dad's embrace was the long-lost warmth. But before Ye Ya had time to enjoy it, Ye Linchuan took her to a sealed room in the basement.

The room was dark and humid and full of cobwebs. The various instruments spread in the room had long been rusty, and the dim chandeliers exuded bursts of cold. The smell here was not very good, and the names of the instruments that couldn’t be named made Ye Ya scared, so she held Ye Linchuan's clothes tightly, dared not to breathe loudly.

Ye Linchuan pointed to one of the huge research vessels, “Look clearly. This is your father."

“No… no, it's not..." Ye Ya shook her head desperately, holding his leg with her little arm and not letting go, “You are daddy, daddy has small leaves, and Ya Ya also has small leaves. Look, look, there are buds on Yaya’s head." She lowered her head and hurriedly showed Ye Linchuan the green buds suspended on top of her head to prove that she was her father's favorite baby.

However…

Ye Linchuan couldn't see anything.

Ye Ya continued, “Yaya came out of Mother's flower buds, and then my father planted Yaya in the land, sprinkled water, and basked in the sun. Then after three hundred years Yaya came out!”

The small flowers and grass of the spiritual land were all born like this.

Each of their little monsters was a small seed at the beginning. Some parents were afraid that the baby would be lonely, so they put the seeds on the baby's land. There are many, many small seeds in the baby land. They will grow up together, germinate together, bloom together, and finally become human together.

Ye Ya was originally planted there as well.

But Father didn't want her to leave. When her corpse flower mother wanted to plant her there in the past, her father cried very depressingly, so her corpse flower mother dug out an area in her yard and planted her in it. Mother originally wanted to steal a few seeds from other people's houses to accompany her, but she was afraid that she would be driven out of the spiritual land as a seed dealer and never see her daughter and husband again, so she had to give up.

Ye Ya grew in the soil for a hundred years.

She was a small seed for the first fifty years, and she didn't learn to speak until she was sixty years old. That was also when she knew her parents.

“Nonsense." He narrowed his eyes and stepped away.

Ye Ya came back to her senses and had an idea.

She took off her small school bag, flipped through it to find the painting she had painted that day, grabbed the painting, and caught up to him, “Daddy, look, look." She happily raised the painting high and handed it over.

That painting was the graffiti Ye Ya casually painted that day.

The huge red flower enveloped the green four-leaf clover, and a Genius smart watch was floating in the sky.