After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

At six o'clock in the evening, the Leng family officially announced the funeral and laid a memorial ceremony.

At around [-]:[-], the senior management of the Leng family came first, and the major shareholders and directors came to visit with their families.

Afterwards, the big families and upstarts from Anseong’s celebrity circle also came.

The Leng family mansion was crowded with reporters from all over the country. Many employees of the Leng family also came to the Leng family home and placed bunches of white flowers outside the wall.

Wei Yan slept until around eight o'clock in the evening. When she woke up, she found that Diandian was still sleeping.

Wei Yan pushed herself up from the bed and found that she and Diandian had been displaced while sleeping.

They were originally in the small lounge, but now they are in Leng Yeting's room.

The curtains were drawn, and the light in the room was on the corridor near the bathroom.

Wei Yan got up and walked to the window, slightly opening the shade cloth. The courtyard outside was brightly lit and full of people.

From this angle, she also saw the long rows of bouquets laid down by Leng's employees and citizens, spreading out.

Although Mr. Leng is harsh and stern in the Leng family, like a dictator with the highest power, externally, Mr. Leng has always been keen on charity. The Leng family has a large number of foundations and donates large sums of money for free every year. Therefore, Mr. Leng is favored by many people. In my heart, he is a very respectable person.

Wei Yan looked at it for a while, feeling disappointed in her heart. She averted her eyes and walked outside. When she reached the door, the door was pushed open.

Leng Yeting raised his head, as calm and composed as he was, but was not frightened by Wei Yan at the door, and said hoarsely: "Wake up."

Hearing that a man who didn't like to talk had his voice hoarse, Wei Yan frowned slightly: "There must be a lot of guests downstairs."

"It's okay," Leng Yeting closed the door behind him, stepped forward and gently hugged her waist, "Are you hungry?"

Wei Yan shook her head, and just after she finished shaking, her stomach suddenly let out an unsatisfactory growl.

Wei Yan was embarrassed for a while.

Leng Yeting laughed softly, and Wei Yan suddenly felt unhappy: "You are mocking me?"

"Not really," Leng Yeting raised his hand to tidy up her hair that was messed up by her sleep, "I may not have much time to spend with you tonight."

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment: "You must be keeping vigil, right?"

"Ah."

"How can this be done? Your illness is not cured yet."

"You can still take a nap in the middle."

Wei Yan felt worried, so she raised her hand to touch his forehead and gently touched it, feeling that it was even hotter than in the morning.

Leng Yeting suddenly closed his palm and brought her waist into his arms.

Wei Yan's little fist hit him lightly: "Don't wake up Diandian."

"I woke up just in time to eat with you."

Wei Yan glared at him angrily, paused, and said, "Is there anyone difficult to deal with downstairs?"

Leng Yeting chuckled: "Apart from Leng Xinyue's family, who doesn't have a good eye, who else would dare?"

"So, they didn't come to cause trouble again?"

"Not now, Jiang Xiangming is still injured."

This Taoist priest is also...

Thinking of Jiang Xiangming vomiting blood, Wei Yan leaned her cheek back into Leng Yeting's arms.

Although Leng Yeting was not a good-tempered person, Jiang Xiangming was the only one who could make him angry like this.

She was also convinced that Leng Yeting already had a way to deal with Leng Xinyue's family.

Wei Yan closed her eyes and didn't want to ask anything now. She just hoped that his body would recover quickly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly, and Song Zhi's voice was very soft: "Mr. Leng."

Leng Yeting let go of Wei Yan and went to open the door.

Because the lights in the room were dim, Song Zhi didn't notice Wei Yan standing behind Leng Yeting for the time being, and said directly: "His hands have been disabled."

Leng Yeting's dark eyes slightly indicated that he didn't want Song Zhi to continue talking.

Only then did Song Zhi notice Wei Yan.

Leng Yeting turned back to look at Wei Yan: "Yan Yan, I have something to handle."

Wei Yan nodded slightly.

After Leng Yeting left, Wei Yan frowned and wondered, whose hands could it be?