do you think I want Of course, it's to become the mistress!"What she just said was actually a private matter between Su Manxue and Leng Zh Jing.He nearly made her unable to bear children, could she no...She didn't know how long she cried for, suddenly, her body rose into the air. Tong Yimo only felt herself falling into a warm embrace.

When she saw clearly that it was Leng Yechen holding her, she couldn't help but sob even harder.

Tong Yimò cried with pear blossoms in her rain, her legs struggling to push away Leng Yeshen.

Her tiny hands pounded relentlessly on his broad chest, her sobs echoing through the room: "Let me go! I don't need you! Go away! I don't need you! I don't need you!"

"Baby, stop it," Leng Yechen coaxed softly. He was being punched repeatedly in the chest by her, but not even his brow furrowed.

Until he carried her back to the car, she still struggled relentlessly, tearfully shouting, "Let me go! I don't need you! I don't need you! I don't need you! Go away!"

Xiao Ai politely jumped out of Tong Yimo's arms and climbed into the passenger seat.

And the next second, she was pushed onto the back seat by Leng Yechen. His body leaned down suddenly, a scorching kiss swept over her like a tidal wave, sometimes gentle, sometimes tender, rubbing on her lips lingeringly and lovingly.

"Mmm—" Tong Yimo couldn't stand his passionate kiss, struggling to push him away, but her hands were tightly held above her head by him.

The salty taste of tears spread across her palate, her lips parting slightly as their eyes locked in a searing gaze.

"With tears..."

He pushed himself up, staring into her bright eyes brimming with tears. His shout had caused them to overflow, the glistening tears streaming down her cheeks, which filled him with heartache.

Cold Night Chen slowly loosened Tong Yimo's wrists and tried to explain with extreme patience: "Her name is Xia Xuanxin, she is Xia Lingyan's cousin, and also my nephew's niece."

He didn't say he was fine, as soon as he spoke, Tong Yimo's tears rolled down her cheeks, the glistening teardrops landing on his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

Tong Yi Mo sobbed as she continued to pound his chest. Finally, she grew tired, both from the pounding and the crying. She clutched his shirt with her hands, her voice hoarse and choked: "I didn't use you to get revenge on Zhu Jing."

"I know." Seeing the woman beneath him calm down, Leng Yechen raised an eyebrow slightly, and a smile couldn't help but rise at the corner of his lips.

He cupped her cheek with one hand and leaned down, gently kissing away the tears from the corner of her eyes.

Yesterday, he was half-convinced and even acted out a play with her in front of Ajing.

At that time, he had wandered and been lost, thinking silently to himself while driving for a long time.

She had always proactively explained things to him lately, but this time, he suddenly didn't need her explanations anymore.

Because, he suddenly realized.

Perhaps, she only said those harsh words to drive Ah Jing away, to make him forget about her, and to prevent him from resenting him.

After all, he did have something urgent that forced him to leave.

Besides, he wanted to confirm his standing in her heart.

She didn't decide to become a good wife to Ajing out of revenge. Then, what was she doing it for

These days, she feels his change in her heart.

Could it be that she's already fallen for him

Tong Yimo slowly pulled up Leng Yeshen's hand and pressed it against her cheek, asking softly, "Big brother, can you please...not ignore me"

Is this her being cute

In the cold night, Leng Ye furrowed his brow and stared deeply into her eyes. He only felt the softness of her small hand in his broad palm.

A wave of warmth suddenly surged through his heart. His wavering mind, simply because of her affirmative words of kindness, received a clear answer.

"Be good, close your eyes," Leng Yechen's other hand reached into his suit pocket.

"Huh" Tong Yimo blinked her eyes in confusion, but obediently closed them anyway.

He could vaguely feel him lifting her long, flowing hair, a chill running down her neck. When she opened her eyes, he was holding a platinum necklace with a swan-shaped pendant hanging from it.

The swan's eyes were black diamonds, its wings adorned with white diamond chips. The craftsmanship was exquisite, dazzling and eye-catching, leaving her unable to look away for a moment.

"Like it" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her cheek. "Made it especially for you."

"I like Big Brother, thank you." Her heart was as sweet as honey at this moment, almost melting her.

Tong Yimo deliberately strung together the first four words, then lifted her head and quickly sent a kiss to Leng Yechen's pale lips.

However, just as she was about to pull away, he had already cupped the back of her head, deepening that rare, spontaneous kiss.

Tong Yimo widened her eyes, looking at the man who pressed her back onto the seat and kissed her again. Her breath was filled with his scent, and her heart felt like it was soaring into the clouds, beating faster and faster.

Through her clothes, she could feel his body burning up.

She never expected that her own initiative, a light kiss, would cause the air to be filled with hormones.

His kiss ended unknowingly, their lips reflecting the colorful lights streaming past the car window.

15411/41882731't know what kind of mood Lianhua was in when he saw Leng Ye sink into the cold night. It would be awkward to chat with him about his parents, so I just tactfully said, "Alright, I won't bother you w...