Chapter 912: I Often Dream About Her

Han Xue finished speaking and turned away to look out the window in annoyance.

Han Qing frowned in depression. She always thought that her nephew Xiaoyu would definitely inherit the Ye family's business, but she didn't consider that Ye Hao might also give everything to that little girl.

Especially this castle, she was thinking that she could live in this castle in the future.

"Xiaoxue, this won't work. You must find a way to let Ye Hao train Xiaoyu as an heir."

Han Xue sneered. She also hoped so, but what could she do.

The mother and daughter kept chatting in the tea room, dancing and gesticulating, but their voices were as small as mosquitoes.

In the bedroom upstairs, Xixi sat on her father's lap, watching her father holding a video conference with some colleagues. From time to time, she stretched out her little head to appear in the video.

Dad told her not to speak, which would disturb their meeting, so she didn't speak.

It was not until the end of the meeting that she reached out to climb onto her father's neck and asked aggrievedly, "Dad, when can I move into the apartment?"

Xixi did not stay in this house for a moment.

Ye Hao pinched the child's aggrieved face, and then hugged his daughter tighter.

"Next month, Dad will ask someone to design a beautiful room for you, and then you can move in."

"Okay! Dad, you have to be quick." Xixi kissed her father on the face happily. This month is almost over, and next month is just a few days away. By then, she will live in her father's apartment, so that she will never have to see that shitty aunt again.

Ye Hao went to bed very late that night. He lay on the bed, but did not close his eyes, but looked at the white ceiling above.

He hates the night now, because the night is always so long, and he always has trouble sleeping.

He had been having dreams about his ex-wife recently. He dreamed that his ex-wife appeared in this castle, such as cooking in the kitchen, feeding Xixi, and tidying up his clothes. But every time he called her in the dream, she didn't respond, as if she didn't recognize him.

He thought that maybe it was really a dream that he dreamed about at night. He dreamed about her coming back.

And every time he woke up from the dream, he was in agony because he knew that the dream was fake and she was dead.

She had been dead for three years. He would never see her again in his life.

Ye Hao turned over and looked at his daughter who was sleeping beside him.

His daughter had fallen asleep long ago, and he could hear her shallow breathing. He carefully covered his daughter with the quilt, then got up, went to the study next door, and lit a cigarette.

Cigarettes have now become his indispensable belongings. He smokes two packs of cigarettes a day, especially when he can't sleep at night, he can smoke more than a dozen in a row.

Ye Hao had already smoked his third cigarette. The study was filled with the smell of tobacco, but he could not feel it.

At the same time, in another bedroom downstairs, Han Xue also couldn't sleep.

She was so annoyed that her mind was full of the scene that happened in the evening. Ye Zixi wanted her and her Xiaoyu to get out of the castle. Ye Hao said that he would let her daughter live in an apartment. Ye Hao also said that if she couldn't do what she promised, she would pack up and leave.

She was like an outsider, and she didn't have any say in this house.

What annoyed her even more was that Ye Hao gave this castle to that little girl, and it was very likely that he would give all his property to Ye Zixi in the future, which she could never accept.