him, and a video was playing automatically on the screen.In the video, a man in black holds a dagger to the neck of Xia Yangxiao's father.Summer Sun's father was elderly and frail, even sitting in a w...Tong Yimo answered without hesitation, "I'll stay here and wait for you."

"Good." Leng Yechen smiled faintly.

At dinner time, Grandpa Leng Yan Ting had already met Tong Yimo. As always, Grandpa's attitude towards Tong Yimo was neither cold nor hot.

After dinner, Tong Yimo and Leng Yeshen walked along the corridor back to their rooms. She couldn't help but ask him, "Does grandpa dislike me"

"Grandpa is just like that, don't take it too seriously." Leng Yechen's voice was light.

Recently, the most he's said to her is probably "Don't take things too seriously."

However, Tong Yimo didn't take it to heart herself, and instead became more concerned about him: "How long will it take you to return from Binjiang City"

"I'll be back tonight." Leng Yechen replied.

When the wind blew, it passed through the corridor, bringing a chill. The lotus pond outside the corridor rippled, and moonlight flowed over it.

Cold night sank hurriedly took off his own coat and threw it over Tong Yimo's shoulders.

Lately, he felt very relaxed spending time with her.

Even without realizing it, he didn't know that he had already lost his craving for cigarettes. He looked much more energetic.

Tong Yimo's heart warmed at this, so she flung herself into Leng Yechen's arms, her hands circling his waist, and her head resting against his chest. "I'll warm you up too."

Cold night sank with a satisfied smile, very naturally hugged Tong Yimo's shoulders, tightly embracing her together back to the room.

Since bringing her back to his side, he hadn't consummated their marriage and they still slept in separate beds.

He knew she relied on him now, but she wasn't in love with him yet.

Their room had an inner chamber and an outer chamber. At night, Tong Yimo slept on the big bed in the inner chamber, while He Lengyeshen slept on a couch in the outer chamber.

When the night was deep and still, Leng Yexin lay on her side, though her eyes were closed, her mind raced with thoughts.

Before long, he heard the faint sound of Mo's breathing.

Moonlight streamed through the paper window, casting an ethereal glow over everything in the room.

Unable to sleep, Leng Yechen sat up abruptly. His dark eyes unintentionally glanced toward the inner room.

Through the beaded curtain, half of the quilt hung over the edge of the bed.

Seeing this, Leng Ye sank and got up from the bed. He lifted the beaded curtain and walked lightly into the inner room.

The Leng Family Manor is an ancient estate, so the furnishings inside are similar to those of a royal palace from ancient times.

The floor was covered with a carpet, making no sound when walked on.

He pulled the blanket up, then gently tucked Tong Yimo back in, tucking her foot under the covers as well.

Tong Yimo was lying flat, her two hands forming a large character, her sleeping posture very casual.

Moonlight bathed her face softly, making her skin appear especially fair. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.

She has lost weight and, despite being cared for for so long, hasn't gained any back.

In the cold night, it's hard to imagine what it would be like for her to be used as a subject in an experiment. If he saw it, he would definitely burn down Hua Sheng's father's lab to the ground.

"Brother..." Tong Yimo suddenly let out a soft whisper, rolling over.

Cold night, Shen Xin's body and mind were startled.

I wonder what he did in her dreams to make her remember him so fondly.

"Mmm—Brother… I want to eat… walnut cake." Tong Yimo moved her lips, murmuring to herself.

Cold night sinking couldn't help but smile, leaned down and kissed Tong Yimo's forehead, replied: "Good."

The next day.

Tong Yimo slept until she woke up naturally. Although it wasn't high noon, it was almost time.

The room was now devoid of Leng Yechen's presence.

After washing up, Tong Yimo walked out of the inner room and saw a round table in the middle of the small hall filled with various snacks. Curious, she walked over to take a closer look.

Besides some exquisite and beautiful Western pastries, the most important thing was that there was also her walnut crisp from last night's dream, paired with a cup of fragrant jasmine tea.

She never really thought she could make her dreams come true.

Tong Yimo was craving something, so she picked up a piece of walnut pastry and took a big bite.

This tastes really good!

She had just finished her snack when a maid walked in, carrying a set of evening gowns. She bowed slightly and said, "Madam Young, Madam says that after you have your breakfast, you must accompany her to the Fashion Star Charity Auction."

"Oh, okay." Tong Yimo responded, letting the maid put down the evening gown.

Linhai City is the provincial capital, so large and small entertainment industry activities are almost all held in the provincial capital.

As a sponsor of the charity auction banquet, Mrs. Leng, naturally became a special guest at the dinner.

This charity auction dinner, although a "fashion show" feast for celebrities from the entertainment industry, is also a place where wealthy socialites from prominent families compete in wealth and beauty.

To put it bluntly, it's a feast where the wealthy throw money around and those without funds try to capitalize on others' popularity by showing their faces.

Mrs. Leng brought Tong Yimo along because it was Cold Yechen's instruction, but she also wanted her daughter-in-law to experience the grandeur of the occasion.

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