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

The sky was pure and blue, and as we walked along the deep forest path, we saw a villa in the forest.

There is an asphalt road on the other side of the villa. The warm winter sun shines on the road, and the trees along the road are beautifully arranged.

Wei Yan held Diandian and stopped, looking at the villa in the forest, feeling that it looked familiar.

"So beautiful." Diandian whispered to Wei Yan from the side.

As the son of Wei Yan and Leng Yeting, Diandian's aesthetics have been cultivated to a high level since he was a child. If he can say that he is beautiful, it is definitely top-notch beauty.

Since the last time he went to the lake, Diandian has started to like this small forest house with lake light, so Wei Yan found a few good ones online and brought him here specially.

Now, Wei Yan looked at the villa in front of her, and while admiring it, she felt an increasingly strong sense of familiarity.

Where have I seen it, and it must have been not long ago.

After thinking for a long time with no clue, Wei Yan took out her mobile phone and took a photo of the exquisite and elegant hut in front of her.

The mother and son left chatting and laughing, and quickly disappeared from sight.

There was a pair of eyes looking at them coldly at the moment.

Jiang Xiangming's eyebrows were cold and stern, and he didn't look back until they disappeared.

Now that they were alone, it was his best time to take action, but he couldn't guarantee whether Wei Yan and Leng Yeting's men were around.

Another 15 minutes passed before Jiang Xiangming opened the car door and walked out of the car.

This villa is very quiet. The garden is dim and haunted by ivy. The vegetation inside is delicately trimmed, and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms wafts out.

After Jiang Xiangming knocked on the vintage copper ring on the door, not long after, a nanny in her fifties came out and looked him up and down with a scrutinizing gaze: "Who are you looking for?"

Jiang Xiangming curled his lips: "Wen Yi."

The nanny's eyes became stern: "Who are you?"

"Give this to her," Jiang Xiangming held a letter between his fingers and handed it to her. "She will understand after reading it."

The nanny took it and said without any unnecessary nonsense, "You wait here."

Wen Yi was reading a book on the sofa, calm and peaceful. The sunlight slanted in from the window, and her face seemed to glow.

The nanny handed over the letter and briefly explained what happened outside the door.

Wen Yi was curious and opened the envelope. With just one glance, the tranquil and indifferent temperament in her body completely disappeared.

Seeing half of the book slipping from her lap, the nanny hurried over to pick it up and looked at her, confused.

Wen Yi noticed the nanny's gaze and quickly crumpled the paper in his hand, fearing that she would look at it.

After a moment, Wen Yi said, "Where is this person? Where is this person now?"

"It's downstairs. Do you need to invite him up?" the nanny asked.

"Okay!" After answering, Wen Yi suddenly felt that it couldn't be done, "Wait, don't wait!"

The nanny was about to leave when she stopped and looked at her with confusion in her eyes.

"Don't..." Wen Yi murmured.

After thinking for a while, Wen Yi said: "Give him a pen and paper and ask him to write down what he wants."

The nanny complied.

When the nanny came downstairs with pen and paper, she found that there was no one downstairs.

The nanny came out, looked around, shouted a few times, and seemed to have really left.

When he went back upstairs to report, he saw Wen Yi slumped stiffly on the chair, his face pale and bloodless.

"Madam?" the nanny called her softly.

Wen Yi didn't respond.

"Ma'am?" The nanny reached out and pushed her.

Wen Yi was startled and suddenly swatted her hand away with great emotion: "What are you doing!"

The nanny was hurt by the beating. She covered the redness and swelling on the back of her hands and whispered: "Madam, the man downstairs is gone."

"Gone..." Wen Yi repeated these two words.

But soon, she said angrily: "No, he will come back."

On the note she tore into pieces, there were only two names written on it.

One is Monica and the other is Wu Tat.

These two people were the secrets she had kept in her heart for nearly six years.