ed to be...Tong Yimo leaned her head against Leng Yechen's neck, her hands clasped around his broad shoulders. She could smell the faint woody scent with a hint of masculinity emanating from him, and...Lianhua saw that Leng Ye was not keen on the topic, so she cleverly changed the subject and said jokingly: "I came all the way from Linhai City today. Besides bringing materials to you on behalf of my superiors, I also visited Lord Leng's estate. By chance, I overheard Lord Leng telling Uncle Lin that although he is now a grandfather, he is actually quite happy about it. The little grandson is over two years old and very cute."

Although he was joking, he actually wanted to dispel Leng Yechen's last shred of fantasy about Tong Yimo.

The old man, Leng Yanting, has only two grandsons, Leng Yeshen and his younger brother Leng Zh Jing. The thing that made the old man, Leng Yanting, happy to become a grandfather was naturally that his own direct descendant had a son.

A chill settled over Leng Ye's heart, a sudden tightening that made him panic. A dull ache, once again, assaulted every sensitive nerve in his body.

Yi Mo gave A Jing a son, and he also became an uncle.

Clearly, Leng Yeshen's face didn't look too good when he learned about this.

Lianhua Washington instantly felt that her blunt honesty might have hurt Leng Yechen's feelings.

Three years have passed, yet his heart still aches.

The deeper the love, the more intense the pain...

In the cold night, lost in thought, I reached for the teacup on my desk to take a sip. As I reached out, I didn't even manage to hold it steady, and the water inside splashed all over the documents.

"A-Chen, you... are you alright" Lian Huasheng stepped forward and hurriedly took out a few tissues from the table. He wiped the documents for Leng Yechen while asking with concern.

Cold Night, leaning back and waving his hand dismissively, feigned nonchalance as he steered the conversation in a different direction: "What about those files from headquarters Show them to me."

"Good!" Lian Huasheng put down the work in his hands, threw the damp paper towel into the trash can beside him, and reached into his shirt pocket to take out a small black notebook and handed it to Leng Yesen.

In the cold night, Chen took up this little notebook and carefully flipped through it. After a while, he said in a deep voice, "This matter is difficult!"

"It's a hassle, but we have to do it anyway." Lian Huasheng shrugged helplessly.

A row of townhouses near the University of Sydney in Australia.

Tong Yimo hugged Xiaai and sat cross-legged on the carpet in front of the coffee table in the living room, holding her laptop and starting to project a calendar.

Actually, she could have entered the construction company where Leng Zhulang worked without taking any exams. But because of what happened with Ji Siyan, she suddenly didn't want to face Leng Zhulang every day anymore.

Before, she always thought about how to narrow the distance between the two of them. Now, she has begun to avoid intimacy between them.

Tong Yimo had a psychological barrier against Leng Zhujing, and this barrier once again came to the fore today.

After the doorbell rang, Tong Yimo saw through the peephole that it was Ji Siyan and didn't want to open the door.

Ji Siyan refused to give up and continued shouting loudly outside the door, begging: "Yimo, I know you're home. Please open the door, okay I really need to talk to you!"

She came to her, nothing but wanting her to give birth to a child to save her own.

Tong Yimò turned a deaf ear, holding Xia'ai, and got up the stairs.

After a long time, there was no more movement outside the door.

Tong Yimo came down from the upstairs, planning to go out and buy some ingredients to cook.

When she opened the door, a childish voice came from under her eyelids.

"Mommy, hug me!"

Ji Xiajing sat at the doorway, tilting her little head, and cutely opened her arms to Tong Yimò.

Tong Yimo looked at this illegitimate child, her face displeased and furrowed her brows.

Next to Ji Xiajing's side, there was also a sky blue rectangular notepad.

Tong Yimo looked around but didn't see Ji Siyan's figure, so she picked up the sky-blue notebook and flipped through it.

Mo, I found a job in Australia now, but I need to go to the headquarters for a week of training. Since it's a new place and I don't know anyone, I can only entrust Xiao Jing to you for a week. You know that I taught Xiao Jing to call you "Mommy". In my eyes, Xiao Jing is Ajing's son, and since you are Ajing's wife, you are also Xiao Jing's half-mother. Xiao Jing's daily life, eating habits, and some emergency measures are all in this booklet. You can take a look. Thank you, Mo.

Upon opening her notebook, Tong Yimo was speechless to see this note.

Just how big is Ji Siyan's heart Or does she simply have that much faith in Tong Yimo's character.

A mistress, actually asking the original wife to look after her children Isn't that a joke

Tong Yimo stood up angrily, tossed the notebook in her hand aside, and turned to go into the room. "Bang," the door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

"Aw—wow!" Perhaps the slamming door startled the child outside. A childish, clear cry rang out from beyond the door, coming in waves.

The child was crying hysterically, and Tong Yimo heard it with a heavy heart.

Now, faced with this situation, how should she choose

Ji Xiajing stood up from the ground and walked to the door. She patted the door panel while crying in a childish voice, "Mommy, open the door! Woo woo—waaa—"

On the other side of the door, Tong Yimo also stood motionless by the door, but tears streamed down her face.

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