Chapter 285: Yuanyuan Was Now His Son

When they drove all the way to the castle, they were also discussing this thorny problem. Of course, it was thorny not because they were difficult to deal with, but that Mo family would not give up easily once Yang Mingyu told them about Yuanyuan.

The key was that he had a mouth controlled by himself, thus they could not control what he would say.

Ye Hao said, “Let him come tomorrow, but we can tell him clearly that we will not give the child to Mo family. Even if he tell Mo Yixuan the existence of Yuanyuan, it would still be useless. After all, the child’s permanent residence has been registered under my name, thus Yuanyuan is now my son. If Mo Yixuan wants him, just let him dream about it.”

Ye Hao’s voice sank, but what he said was very powerful.

Although the child was not his biological son, yet he had raised him for so long, which had nurtured affection between them. Besides, the child had already called him dad, and he also hated to part with the child.

He Xiyan was quite anxious, even sleepless all night.

Even in her dreams, it was about her Yuanyuan’s missing and so on…

Moreover, she could not imagine what she would do if her child was taken away by Mo family. Suppose Mo Yixuan got married again, then what if the stepmother abused her Yuanyuan?

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The next afternoon, Yang Mingyu arrived at the Ye Castle as agreed.

He had just come from the company. At first, he intended to come in the morning, but it was indeed very difficult for him to spare time with so many things waiting to be handled in the company.

He got off a business car, dressed in very formal work clothes, and even his hair was combed slightly shiny.

His eyes were a little puffy, with some obvious dark circles. It seemed that he hadn’t had a good rest recently.

“Is that Mr. Yang?” The security guard at the door asked lightly.

Yang Mingyu nodded, taking his ID card out of his wallet and handing it over.

The security guard opened the gate of the castle, letting him drive the car in.

The castle was a typical Gothic style, giving off a sense of mystery. Coming here, Yang Mingyu felt as if he had come to the ancient court of Western Europe.

However, he was not in the mood to appreciate anything here. Even the famous paintings in the hall, he had no mind to enjoy.

“Where is Miss He?” He asked a maid at the door, who was exactly Wang Lan.

Wang Lan gave a cold laugh. No one knew what she laughed for.

She just made a gesture of “please”.

Soon, Yang Mingyu was led to a reception hall by Wang Lan.

The hall was very spacious. The interior decoration was imitative of the palace style, emanating a sense of ancient luxury.

“Wait here for a moment. I’ll call Mrs. Ye down.” Wang Lan still wore a cold face, looking expressionless.

Yang Mingyu suddenly frowned at the keyword he caught from what the maid had just said: Mrs.

Had He Xiyan married Ye Hao? However, how could he not hear that they had held the wedding, nor had the media reported it?

Wang Lan came to the baby’s room on the second floor, where He Xiyan was feeding Yuanyuan something. Yuanyuan took one bite and then played with toys for a while.

He has so many toys, which could even fill a warehouse.

“He’s here.” Wang Lan said lightly, her face expressionless as if someone owed her money.

He Xiyan nodded, and then let Wang Lan take the baby into the pram and push it downstairs.

Although the castle had only four floors, there was still an elevator.

“Later, you make a cup of tea, and bring some snacks and fruit here as well.”