Meng Qingchao lost his mother when he was sixteen years old, and was taken home by his mother's best friend Ye Wanqing.
She called Ye Wanqing her godmother and regarded twelve-year-old Ye Junxiao as her younger brother.
Ye Junxiao has loved to cling to her since she was a child. She is the older sister and the younger sister. When she feels wronged, she crawls into her arms and cries until her eyes are red.
Meng Qingchao thought he was just a coquettish child.
Until her twenty-fourth birthday, Ye Junxiao blocked her in the entrance hall, her eyes were dark as she had never seen before.
"Sister," his voice was hoarse, "When will you stop treating me like a child?"
Only then did Meng Qingchao realize that the boy who was crying in her arms was now a head taller than her, and his shoulders were so broad that he could cover her whole body.
And the frequency of her heartbeat was no longer how a sister should treat her brother.
[Later, Ye Junxiao, President of Ye Group, was interviewed]
Reporter: "Mr. Ye, I heard that your original intention of starting a business was for one person?"
The man's eyebrows were gentle and he smiled softly at the camera: "Well, to chase my wife."
At that time, Meng Qingchao was watching cartoons with her daughter at home. When these words came out on the TV, three-year-old Ye Mu Sheng asked in a sweet voice: "Mom, is this you that dad is talking about?"
Meng Qingchao buried her face in the pillow, her ears red.
——When did he learn to say such things?
——No, when did he stop being a crying child?
——That's not right either.
She raised her hand and pressed her heart, which was beating fast and chaotically.
Maybe he was more than just a younger brother a long time ago.
