string beads slid from between my fingers.Tong Yimo wiped away her fallen tears hastily, but in the end, she held back and didn't wake Leng Zhujing.She slept fitfully that night.The next morning, Leng...For a moment, Tong Yimo was speechless.

Luo Yi withdrew her gaze and walked away.

Staying in this grand, palace-like room, Tong Yimo felt a little bored and decided to take a look around the room's layout.

The bathroom, washroom, toilet, dressing room, study, balcony, and small living room are all available. Except for the lack of a kitchen, this is more like a two-hundred-plus square meter apartment than a bedroom.

Suddenly, the sound of car horns came from outside the window. Tong Yimo followed the sound to the balcony and was immediately stunned by the scene downstairs.

A convoy of ten luxury cars, lengthened and imposing, slowly drove in through the main gate, circling around the central fountain before stopping on the red carpet steps.

So this is the gate!

When she came in with her soft demeanor, it was through the garden and the artificial lake. Wouldn't that be the back door

At this moment, Leng Yechen appeared in a tailored suit and escorted Luo Yi, dressed in an evening gown, as well as his team of black-haired, yellow-skinned individuals, down the steps. They stood respectfully waiting.

After the first elongated limousine came to a stop, a woman in a white mermaid gown stepped out of the car with the support of her attendants.

Her head was adorned with a chestnut-colored bun, topped with a silver tiara, making her look like a princess.

A gentle breeze swept past, stirring the snowflakes on the woman's shoulders, exuding purity. The evening gown outlined her breathtaking figure, adding a touch of ultimate allure.

She came to Leng Yeshen's side and proactively extended her hand towards him.

Cold Night Shen naturally bowed slightly, raising his hand to take her hand and led her up the stairs together.

At this moment, Tong Yimo finally understood the other meaning behind Luo Yirou's words.

At dinner time, the maid did bring dinner to her room, but Tong Yimo had no appetite.

It wasn't until she ignored Luo Yirou's warning, left the room, and stood on the staircase overlooking the grand ballroom in full swing that she truly realized the chasm between her and Leng Yeshen.

They all know how to ballroom dance, even Luo Yirou.

But when Leng Yechen danced a waltz with the woman who was once as noble as a princess, and won applause from everyone after finishing their performance, Tong Yimo felt again that she and Leng Yechen were truly people from two different worlds.

He was a nobleman who thrived in luxury and high society, while she was simply an ordinary girl who came out of the mountains.

When Leng Ye Chen and that woman danced, it was like the prince and princess in a fairy tale. If they could be upgraded, they would surely be the king and queen.

She can't dance or keep up with fashion trends, but she knows how to farm, grow vegetables, cook, design houses, and even build them herself. Because of this, she sticks out like a sore thumb in this environment.

Then, what was she here for

See him.

Well, yes.

Now I have seen him.

Everything else seemed to pale in comparison.

Tong Yimo turned around, dejectedly returned to the room, and picked up her suitcase again.

Leaving here is her best choice right now.

She came from somewhere, and she will go back to that somewhere.

A lone figure trudged along the winding road, the wheels of their suitcase crunching on the pavement.

She finally walked to a small town, but two men riding motorcycles and wearing helmets, "whoosh"ed over and snatched her suitcase away.

Because her hand was still tightly gripping the suitcase handle, she stumbled and fell to the ground with the inertia of the suitcase being snatched away.

Both knees and palms were instantly scraped raw, leaving large patches of blood on the rough concrete floor.

All my documents and phone are in my suitcase.

Tong Yimo felt a surge of helplessness. She could only go to the town police station to report the incident, but because of the language barrier, she was suspected of being an illegal immigrant by the police officers there.

In this desperate and utterly helpless situation, she was forced to give the police Leng Yechen's phone number.

Half an hour later, Leng Yechen was still in his dashing suit and tie, appearing at the police station. He communicated with the police in fluent French, signing documents and posting bail before turning to glance at Tong Yimo sitting in the corner.

Seeing the raw flesh on her knees, he frowned slightly, his sword eyebrows drawn together in displeasure as she whimpered and tugged at her head.

"You can leave now!" he said, withdrawing his gaze from her and speaking in a cold tone.

Tong Yimo froze, raising her head to look at him just as he turned and walked toward the police station entrance.

She hurriedly got up, enduring the pain in her knee, and followed him.

It was unusual. This time she didn't cry, though she really wanted to. It just wouldn't come out.

"Since you're here, why don't you just stay in the room nicely Why do you have to sneak out and cause trouble for me A whole month hasn't been enough time for you to calm down Tong Yimo, what do you want from me You're the one who wants to sue me, the one who wants me as far away from you as possible, and now you run to my face and create this kind of mess. What do you want me to do to satisfy you" Leng Yechen suddenly stopped his steps, turned around, and questioned sharply.

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