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Love?
Can this kind of thing be eaten? He doesn't know who he loves besides his family; he only knows that the people outside who "love" him do so for his wealth and power.
When he is rich and powerful, everyone will love him. If he has no power or wealth, no one will love him.
This kind of thing is ethereal and has no real meaning; it is merely a psychological comfort that people seek. The person he loves now will eventually leave him, and even those two children may not be in the same situation in the future.
And Lan Baobao...
Ye Zixun smiled slightly. Five years ago, he decided she would have his child. Her appearance meant something, but more importantly, she was simple and pure. Such a woman might truly fall in love with him, but if he had no money or power, Lan Baobao would not bring the child back to his side.
Some things are necessities for certain people, while for others, they are almost impossible luxuries to obtain.
Love is a very luxurious thing; romance is even more of a luxury among luxuries, not to be touched lightly. Otherwise, it could feel like being bombarded by nuclear weapons—instantly reduced to ashes and never to recover.
After all, it is something that hurts people; Ye Zixun would not easily touch it.
He had long since become accustomed to this kind of life. Even if he occasionally felt lonely at night, one or two women could temporarily solve that problem.
Over time, Ye Zixun had become numb to such matters; he had neither the time nor the inclination to think about them.
Lan Baobao smiled.
To other women, Ye Zixun's words would surely bring them immense joy, but Lan Baobao felt a pang of discomfort; Ye Zixun was a good actor, but she could tell he was lying and avoiding the issue, not wanting to discuss it in depth.
Everyone has their own secrets and areas they do not want to touch. Lan Baobao knew that his weakness was what had just happened. Although rumors outside claimed Ye Zixun was a playboy, Lan Baobao understood deeply that he was still just a person. If he had truly loved before, he wouldn't seek out women to alleviate his loneliness.
But...
Can simply finding a woman to alleviate loneliness truly bring happiness? If it could, why would he need to seek out so many women?
Deep down, Ye Zixun is still lonely and unfulfilled.
Lan Baobao chuckled inwardly. If this were happening to another man, he might garner some sympathy from others. However, with Ye Zixun, no one would believe that the powerful head of the Ye Family, the formidable Ye Zixun, could feel lonely, isolated, helpless, or insecure.
Fortunately, Ye Zixun has never loved anyone. It's not that he hasn't loved; it's just that he doesn't see her as a substitute for someone else. Otherwise, Lan Baobao's heart would surely be crushed.
"Thank you. Hearing you say that suddenly makes me feel a bit happy. After we finish this drink, let's go rest. You have a busy day ahead tomorrow!"
Lan Baobao revealed a gentle smile and tilted her head back to finish the remaining red wine in her glass.
Ye Zixun is no fool; he knows that Lan Baobao doesn't truly believe his words. However, even Ye Zixun himself doesn't believe in what he's saying, so he can't blame Lan Baobao.
Still, there’s a slight emptiness in his heart. If Lan Baobao believed him, would he feel just a little happier?
"Hey silly, come take a drive with me?"
"You can't drive after drinking! Mumu and the others seem to be at the garden; if you want some fresh air, go there and enjoy it with Mumu and Ruo Ruo!"
Ye Zixun's brows furrowed at the thought of that child; his head suddenly felt a bit painful.
Ruo Ruo is somewhat better; although she can be a bit infatuated and sly, that's manageable. Ye Zixun is confident in dealing with infatuation—if he's second best at it, no one would dare claim the top spot. As for being sly... well, that can be handled with some money.
But Mumu is another story. On the surface, he's gentle and polite, but underneath he's cunning and treacherous. It's hard to tell who he takes after.
"Alright then, if we can't drive around, let's go horseback riding!"
Ye Zixun only wore a helmet, sitting on the racehorse he raised at home, adopting a very lazy yet elegant posture. His gaze, filled with a languid indifference, rested on Lan Baobao as he held the reins in his left hand and tugged at her hand with his right. "What are you dawdling for? Get on!"
"Um... I think I'll pass. I can't ride a horse, and what if I fall off..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Ye Zixun's expression darkened, his face taking on a gloomy look reminiscent of an approaching storm. This man was truly unpredictable; it was better for her to avoid provoking him.
Lan Baobao finally managed to get on the horse with his help, but just as she settled in, Ye Zixun placed a safety helmet on her head.
The faint scent of vanilla mixed with a hint of cologne wafted from him, creating an appealing masculine aroma. Lan Baobao was still dressed in her formal gown. Sitting together on the horse, they resembled characters straight out of a fairy tale—like a princess being whisked away by a knight from an ancient castle to a place of freedom.
Unfortunately, she was not a princess but an ordinary girl, and Ye Zixun was not a knight but rather an emperor, the ruler of the Ye Family.
"Ye Zixun, it seems like there's no wind tonight. Why don't we head back? If we ruin the dress your sister designed, she would definitely be upset!"
"If you dare to ruin the dress she designed, I guarantee you won't be able to step out of my house!"
Lan Baobao tightened her grip on her skirt and nervously shot a glare at Ye Zixun. He had been smiling before she got on the horse, but now his eyes had turned... terrifyingly gloomy.
"What... what's wrong with you?"
"Lan Baobao, is there something you're not telling me?"
"Huh? No! What could I possibly have? My life is nothing like yours."
"Lan Baobao, are you envious of my life? Having so many women around me—do you wish to have that many men as well?"
There was definitely something wrong; Ye Zixun was undoubtedly plotting something against her.
Ye Zixun's face was as dark as the cold of the night. A week ago, after he and Pan Ya had that conversation with the flirtatious woman in his office, Ye Zixun used his charm to entice Ruo Ruo into revealing the recent living situation of Lan Baobao.
On average, two men confessed their feelings to her each week, with varying levels of quality—none were particularly outstanding, but none were terrible either.
Some of these men Lan Baobao found quite acceptable; however, in the end, none could persist for long before leaving, thanks to Brother Mu.
But...
Calculating the average, with two suitors per week over nearly five years, it turned out that the number of men around Lan Baobao was even greater than the number of women around Ye Zixun.
Walking by the river often leads to wet shoes. She appeared pure, cute, and delicate on the outside, yet was so open to anyone who approached her on the inside?
“Lan Baobao, be honest with me now. If you come clean about certain things, I won't pursue them any further. But if I find out you've lied to me, then things will get serious. Lan Baobao, have you been involved with other men over the years?” Ye Zixun's cold gaze shot a chilling light from behind Lan Baobao, making her feel as if a flame was burning from the outside in.
“Why so quiet? Could it be that you really have had quite a few men over these years?”
“No, don’t misunderstand. I do have quite a few admirers around me, but I'm generally not very interested. The few I am interested in are... strange.”
“Strange how?”
Ye Zixun pressed for details. Daddy Lan felt embarrassed not to answer; she was naturally a bit scatterbrained and hadn’t paid much attention to these matters. She immediately replied, “There were two or three men I thought were quite suitable—good-looking, decent jobs, and most importantly, they were kind and treated my family well. I originally planned to get closer to them, but each one left after about two weeks. Some said goodbye; others didn’t even bother. You men... I really don’t understand.”
“Is that all?”
Lan Baobao mustered her courage and glanced at him seriously before nodding: “That’s pretty much it over these years. What else do you want to know?”
Lan Baobao felt anxious; he was asking about events from the past five years but hadn’t inquired about what happened five years ago. So she wasn’t sure how to respond if Ye Zixun asked about events from five years prior.
Lan Baobao's heart raced. Fortunately, Ye Zixun fell silent for a moment before turning the horse around and saying, "Alright, I’ll consider that you haven't lied to me. But if in the future..."
"I know. The contract I signed with you states that I can't go out and fool around. Don't worry, if I can hold off on finding a man for five years, I can definitely hold off for another ten years. If I ever feel impulsive during those ten years, you'll be there for me. I believe Young Master Ye can satisfy me, right?"
"Do you think of me as a stud? Fine, then I'll come to satisfy you!"
The horse neighed loudly as it rushed towards the villa. In the distance, Mumu and Ruo Ruo could only hear a horrifying scream that echoed through the air.
"Brother, was that Mommy's voice just now? What's wrong with her?"
"Maybe... maybe she's playing a food game with Daddy!"
"Food game?" Ruo Ruo tilted her head, still not quite understanding.
Mumu smirked slightly; a man eats a woman, and then a woman eats a man—wasn't that just a food game?
Ye Ziyun suddenly felt flustered. That smile was very familiar; it seemed like something she had seen often growing up...
Ye Zixun carried Lan Baobao back to the room. The black-purple dress was unzipped by him and slid directly to the floor. Lan Baobao wore only a nude-colored pastie on her upper body and white lace panties on her lower body, tightly squeezing her legs together while holding onto Ye Zixun's back.
"What... what are you going to do?"
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