turned sour, his sword brows furrowed."Woof—Woof—" Suddenly, a sound of a puppy's barking came from outside the door.As people in the living room turned to see the sound, a small white dog ran in.Bef..."Well, I can hear the rain. But here, there are so many stars in the sky." Tong Yimo was now on her hands and knees at the windowsill, staring up at the stars with her phone in hand.

"With love."

"Huh"

“If I have done anything to hurt you, I hope you can forgive me and not hold a grudge against me.” Leng Zhujing said earnestly, he had just…

It's hard to describe...

Regret…

But he knew there was no medicine for regret in this world.

"Between husband and wife, it's supposed to be about mutual tolerance!" Tong Yimo smiled with narrowed eyes.

Tong Yimò didn't think about the other meaning behind Leng Zhujing's words at all.

Leng Zhujing fell silent, lost in thought. After a long while, he finally spoke, “It’s late, you should get some sleep. Good night.”

"Well, good night." Tong Yimo greeted softly, then paused for a moment before adding, "I miss you."

"Me too." Leng Zhujing replied deeply.

He knew, from the moment he touched Ji Siyan, everything was irrevocably changed.

Facing the passing vehicles and the flickering lights in the rain mist, he felt a strange unease.

His heart was in turmoil, a complete mess he couldn't sort out.

Is this really a good thing for him to do

On one hand, he remained connected with Yi Mian and Si Yan, while on the other, he treated Yi Mo with utmost respect.

Actually, he knew it was wrong to do so, but he couldn't bear to hurt either side.

If not for Siyan's concession today, he would probably have been torn between the two of them forever.

But at the same time, he finally saw clearly his own heart.

He didn't want to be a subject, but he wanted to be the king!

He was unwilling to be silent, but wanted to shout!

He wanted revenge, he wanted to avenge his mother!

After Leng Zhuxiang left, Ji Siyan stayed alone in the empty room, sitting at the head of the bed and sneering.

How could she possibly accept that

She will eventually replace Yimo in Ajing's heart, making Ajing's heart belong entirely to her, Ji Siyan.

Now, she has regained A Jing's body, but it is only the first step in her plan.

The next step, she would destroy Yi Mo little by little.

Tong Yimo couldn't help but sneeze. She thought she had caught a cold, so she closed the window, lay back on the bed, and pulled the thin blanket over herself.

Here, in the city by the sea, how come this Cold Family manor garden is so exceptionally cool at night!

This night, Tong Yimo did not sleep well.

After waking up and washing up, she took another shower. She changed into the cheongsam and high heels prepared by the maid from her family's home.

This is a light blue cheongsam adorned with narcissus flowers. Tong Yimo changed into it, tying her long, curly hair into a slanted ponytail. Standing in front of the dressing mirror, she realized that this cheongsam was tailored perfectly to her body, but these high heels...

Tong Yimo usually wears flat shoes, even when she works in a big company, she only wears those gentle wedges.

So, these beautiful white high heels, she really couldn't handle them. When she walked, she stumbled and swayed.

Because the housekeeper had sent someone to inform her, Tong Yimo had to be on time for breakfast in the main dining room with Old Master Leng at seven o'clock. Therefore, she didn't dare to slack off for a moment. She put on her high heels and ran lightly down the corridor.

She had been running very carefully, but she still twisted her ankle and fell to the ground.

"Ouch—that hurts!"

A sudden sharp pain in her ankle made Tong Yimo's tears well up in her eyes.

At this moment, Leng Yechen walked over from across the corridor accompanied by two guards. Seeing Tong Yimo kneeling on the ground, he hurriedly rushed over.

"Er Mo!" Leng Ye Chen called out with heartache.

As soon as Tong Yimo raised her eyes, Leng Yechen had already scooped her up from the ground and gently placed her on a corridor chair by the railing.

Cold night sank to his knees beside her, grasping Tong Yimo's ankle with a large hand. He carefully removed the high heels from her feet and examined them closely.

"You're dislocated, I'll help you put it back in place. Just bear with me!" Leng Yechen said, taking advantage of Tong Yimo's unpreparedness, swiftly and agilely twisting her ankle.

"Ouch—" Tong Yimo cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes.

In the cold night, Chen Shen raised his head and looked at Tong Yimo. His heart ached, so he reached out to wipe away the tears from her cheeks. Holding her face in his hands, he gently soothed her, "Good girl, it's okay now!"

Tong Yi Mo pursed her lips and met Leng Ye Chen's gaze, nodding pitifully.

Then, Leng Yechen ordered his servant to call the personal doctor to give Tong Yi Mo medicine, and instructed them to send breakfast to the side courtyard.

Tong Yimo hurriedly stopped her, saying: "No need! I'd better go and have dinner with my grandfather."

Actually, Tong Yimo knew in her heart that her grandfather didn't particularly like Zhu Jing.

So, she remained here, even more so unable to burden the daytime with her presence, lest it cause worry for her grandfather and Lady Leng.

Cold Night's face involuntarily creased into a frown. He knew that if he opposed her decision, she would definitely be unhappy.

Then, Leng Yechen stood up without a word and picked up Tong Yimo from the lounge chair. He held her in a princess carry and went to the main dining room together.

The servants behind her hurriedly bent down to help Tong Yimo with her shoes and followed after her.

"Big brother, this isn't good! Let me down quickly! Big brother! Please! Put me down!" Tong Yimo's hands kept slapping Leng Yechen's shoulder, her legs struggling ceaselessly.

In the cold night, Chen Jin tightly embraced Tong Yimo. Just when he was about to be overwhelmed by her struggle, he had to coldly reprimand her: "Tong Yimo! Be quiet! I only regard you as my younger sister, please don't overthink it!"

This sentence is both a warning to himself, not to have any further improper thoughts about her, and a statement to others, cautioning them against spreading rumors about him and Tong Yimo.

Ouch——Big brother is so scary!

Suddenly, Tong Yimo immediately calmed down.

Cold Night Chen lowered his eyes slightly to glance at Tong Yimo in his arms. Seeing her involuntarily pouting her lips because of his just-said fierce words, he couldn't help but smile.

She's just a little woman who lets love make her act petty.

If she were his girlfriend now, he would definitely lean down and kiss her.

Unfortunately, she wasn't.

She was just his sister……

When Leng Ye walked into the Zheng Restaurant with Tong Yimo in his arms, the elderly Mr. Leng, Mrs. Leng, and Su Manxue all stared at them in astonishment.

"Mo had just sprained her ankle on the way here, and I happened to pass by so I brought her along to have breakfast with grandpa." Leng Yechen explained calmly.

Mrs. Leng subconsciously glanced at her prospective daughter-in-law, Su Manxue's face. Seeing that her face was a little pale and there was a hint of jealousy in her eyes, she helped Su Manxue discipline her unmannered son: "How can you say that Yimo is also your sister-in-law. You are holding her like this, what propriety is there"

Tong Yimo immediately glanced at Madam Leng, finding that she didn't seem to like her. She hastily lowered her head.

No matter right or wrong, Old Master Leng always stood by Cold Yechen's side. Seeing his own daughter-in-law scolding his grandson, he naturally felt unhappy and defended Cold Yechen: "Yechen meant well! Since Xia Jing is not here, it's natural for Yechen to take care of his injured younger siblings, isn't it"

"Yes, Dad," Mrs. Leng had to shut her mouth.

Then, the old master turned to Tong Yimo and Leng Yeshen, and continued, “I’ll have a private doctor come later to check on Yimo’s foot. She’s so young, we don’t want her to develop any complications.”

"Good, Grandpa," Leng Yechen smiled knowingly.

Tong Yimo just lowered her head silently without saying a word.

Su Manxue's eyes were now filled with hatred for Tong Yimo.

After breakfast, the private doctor came to see Tong Yimò's foot and prescribed a bottle of medicinal oil for her. He told her to apply it three times a day and warned her not to wear high heels for this period of time.

Then Mrs. Leng ordered someone to bring a pair of flat slippers for Tong Yimo to wear first.

After learning that Tong Yimo's foot was not seriously injured, Leng Yeshen left with peace of mind.

Tong Yimo and Su Manxue were sent to the study room and, under the guidance of a tutor, began a two-month intensive cram course for the June college entrance examination.

While others had three years to prepare for the exam, she had her high school studies interrupted for nearly a year and then only two months to catch up. How could she possibly compete

Su Manxue wasn't academically inclined to begin with, and now being suddenly thrown back into high school textbooks, she struggled to keep up.

Tong Yimo was different. She already had good academic performance and a solid foundation of knowledge, so whenever the guidance teacher explained a topic, she understood it instantly.

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.! I like Lang An, not you. 。I hope you can meet another girl who likes you as much as you like her in the future. 。" Ming Sihan looked at Lian Xing'er, his hands clenching into fists unconsciously. 。...