Tian Ye drove with Si Xiao Shuang, not speaking the entire way and driving slowly, nothing like the young master of the Tian clan who used to drive like a plane. Tian Ye felt as if Mei Yu was in his car, and he couldn’t drive fast. He was afraid of a crash. Even if he were to be crushed to pieces, what hurt most was that he feared such a scene would stir up his missing of Mei Yu – a pain that was silent and soundless, drilling into his entire body.
Si Xiao Shuang sat beside Tian Ye, full of joy, trying to say something, but seeing Tian Ye’s handsome and cold face, she said nothing.
Si Xiao Shuang felt such words would be superfluous and might inadvertently annoy Tian Ye.
She could only sit obediently, tilting her head against the car window, watching the slowly flowing scenery, bit by bit gradually composing a complete world with people, water, tall buildings, stories, family affection, love, and many more things. She would place herself on the street enjoying these beautiful scenes; only this world lacked Tian Ye, the person she needed most.
The car slowly drove into the Tian family mansion.
The guards standing at the door saw Young Master Tian return and hurried to open the door for him, bowing their heads and saying, “Young Master is back.”
Tian Ye was still the same as always, just sweeping them with a peripheral glance before walking directly into the villa’s main hall.
Tian Ye brought Si Xiao Shuang into the hall. Inside, Tian Zi Xiong, Hui, the housekeeper, and other influential people of the Tian clan who heard Tian Ye had returned were standing and waiting for him.
Especially Tian Zi Xiong was exceptionally enthusiastic. As Tian Ye walked through the door, he quickly stepped forward, hugging Tian Ye and laughing, “Haha, son, son is back. Come, come, sit here.”
Tian Zi Xiong put his arm around Tian Ye and led him towards the sofa.
“Oh, Xiao Shuang is here too, hehe, come, sit together.”
