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

Wei Yan thought about it and could only guess that the old man had indeed been lonely for too long, and it was rare to have anyone to accompany him, so he wanted to keep them here for one night to have some fun.

I said I didn't clean up much, but the house is actually not very dirty.

Leng Yeting grew up with a golden key in his mouth, and Wei Yan couldn't imagine him doing housework.

She consciously tidied up silently, and Leng Yeting also very "consciously" found a place to sit down and start working.

In the end, Mr. Jin couldn't bear it anymore and asked Leng Yeting to clean up the room.

There are four rooms in total. In one room, the old man is sleeping, and the other two are filled with clutter.

Leng Yeting worked hard and took several trips to tidy up the room next door until it could barely sleep.

It's just...just a bed.

After Leng Yeting finished cleaning up, he looked at the bed in the room, paused for a few seconds, then silently left the room, and closed the door to block Wei Yan's sight.

Wei Yan just scanned the yard and saw that it was almost dinner time. Before she could ask for takeout, she saw the old man looking at her leisurely: "You're not going to ask me for takeout, are you?"

Wei Yan: "...I don't dare."

Mr. Jin continued: "You're not going to ask me to cook for you, are you?"

Wei Yan: "...I don't dare."

In the end, she and Leng Yeting were kicked out and went to buy groceries.

Mr. Jin grew vegetables, so there was no need to buy them. However, Mr. Jin ordered several meat dishes that he wanted to eat, so he had to choose the meat.

The two drove straight to the supermarket and picked out toiletries first. Then Wei Yan took out his mobile phone and started looking up cooking tutorials online, for fear of missing any ingredients.

She is good at everything else but has no talent in cooking.

He also failed in his studies.

Looking at her serious look, Leng Yeting took her phone in one hand and threw it into her bag: "No need to check."

Wei Yan looked at him skillfully choosing, and her eyes suddenly lit up: "Mr. Leng, can you cook?!"

However, the next second, she thought of something and looked at him cautiously: "Mr. Leng, you can't be brave in this kind of thing. Mr. Jin is old. If he has a bad stomach and goes to the hospital..."

Leng Yeting glanced at her, his eyes cold.

Wei Yan shrank his neck and showed an awkward smile.

Leng Yeting then spoke: "I didn't see you entering the hospital last time, but I saw you wanting to lick the plate."

"Last time?"

Wei Yan was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly remembered.

In four years of being together, there was only one time when she had a severe cold and fever, which made her dizzy.

She was very hot, but she was greedy for the coolness of Leng Yeting's body. After she was confused by the fever, she insisted on sticking to him, which was a rare indulgence for Leng Yeting.

The next day the fever subsided and she was ravenous. When she got up and went downstairs, she found a portion of porridge and several dishes of side dishes on the dining table. She ate them all in one go.

At that time, I thought it was Leng Yeting who asked someone to deliver it.

It turns out... that was made by Leng Yeting himself?

She suddenly remembered... Leng Yeting was so sticky to her that time. She recovered from the cold the next day, but Leng Yeting fell ill instead.

Wei Yan suddenly felt guilty and whispered: "It turns out that Mr. Leng's cooking skills are so good, so I'm relieved. Mr. Leng is indeed an all-around genius, he knows everything, he can do anything!"

Leng Yeting looked at her careful appearance and curled his lips slightly.

The two of them returned to Mr. Jin's home carrying a lot of things.

Wei Yan was in charge of helping, Leng Yeting was in charge of cooking, and the old man was watching TV in the living room.

When the dishes were ready, Wei Yan brought them to the stone bench, and Leng Yeting even had two drinks with the old man.

Leng Yeting is no longer just the aloof CEO of the Leng family, he has a bit more of the fireworks of life, and the picture is inexplicably warm.

After two glasses of wine, the old man's face turned a little flushed, and he was shaking his head. He was very happy to share with them interesting stories about his business days when he was young.

After the old man went back to his room to sleep, Wei Yan and Leng Yeting were also preparing to go back to their room to rest...

Wei Yan looked at the only rosewood bed in the room.

The bed was a bit small, for the two of them... it was probably like lying down next to each other.

She blinked and looked at Leng Yeting behind her: "Did you already know this?"

Leng Yeting glanced at Wei Yan, but before he could answer, he heard Mr. Jin calling him and turned directly to the old man's room.

The old man was sitting on the bedside. When he saw Leng Yeting coming, he waved his hand and motioned for him to sit down aside.

Leng Yeting realized that the old man had something to say, his expression was a little solemn, and he sat down on a stool nearby: "What do you want to say?"

The old man had drunk wine, and his face was still slightly drunk. He looked at the furnishings in the room with deep affection.

He took out a piece of paper from his pocket. On it was a property transfer letter written by him. His name was carefully written and his fingerprints were pressed.

Party A's name is left blank, and the person who gets the note can fill it in as they please.

The old man's fingers trembled slightly as he handed the note to Leng Yeting.

"I agree to sell the house to you."

He took the wood carving on the side, held it in his hand and shook it: "But you have to understand, that girl bought this house with the wood carving, not your money. If it weren't for this wood carving... how much would you give me? I won’t sell it either. I gave you an advantage just for her sake.”

Leng Yeting looked at the note in front of him and met the old man's eyes with some surprise.

The old man's eyes were slightly moist, and his reluctance was visible to the naked eye.

Leng Yeting took the note and inexplicably felt that the thin paper weighed a thousand pounds in his hand.

He was silent for a while and then said: "I will transfer the money for the house purchase into your account."

The old man waved his hand indifferently, hugged the wooden sculpture, fell on the bed, and snored.

Leng Yeting felt in his heart that there was something wrong with the old man's attitude.

But seeing that the old man was already asleep, he didn't ask any more questions and just covered him with the quilt.

Leng Yeting solemnly put away the note and returned to the room.

She slept comfortably on the bed, and another quilt had been found for him to make a bed on the floor.

Seeing him enter the room, she bared her teeth and smiled: "Gentleman CEO, good night."

Leng Yeting looked at her proud look of "a villain succeeding", and felt as if his heart was lightly touched. He stepped forward directly, lifted up her quilt, got in and hugged her.

His eyes were full of danger: "When did I say I was a gentleman?"