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

The light outside the curtains went from falling down to completely disappearing, and the door was silent.

Wen Yi had been expecting a sudden knock on the room, but there wasn't.

She sat on the sofa and looked at the quiet room with tearful eyes. She still couldn't believe that Leng Xiuyuan really didn't come to see her anymore.

Didn't he listen to her last words?

She has always been proud of her charm, thinking that as long as she lowers her head, no matter how hard-hearted Leng Xiuyuan is, he will come back to her immediately.

But now...

Wen Yi lowered his head and touched the wound on his hand. The cut left by the carving knife had just scabbed over. Because it penetrated and came out from the other side of the palm, it was very itchy.

Wen Yi stroked the wound on the back of his hand all the way to his wrist.

"Leng Xiuyuan, you forced me..." Wen Yi whispered.

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As soon as they heard Wei Yan and Leng Yeting coming back, everyone in the room happily welcomed them out.

"Mommy! Daddy!"

Wei Yan hugged him gently: "Good evening, Diandian."

There are two women taking care of Diandian in the hall, one is from Xiaoyue and the other is from Song Zhi.

If both Wei Yan and Leng Yeting have something to do, they can come over and take care of Dian Dian.

Watching them saying hello and leaving, Diandian turned around and asked Wei Yan and Leng Yeting if they had had dinner. He had already eaten.

Leng Yeting kissed Wei Yan's cheek: "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it."

Wei Yan hadn't eaten since noon and spent the whole day driving. She completely forgot about her hunger for a while and shook her head: "I don't know."

Leng Yeting was about to name a few dishes when his cell phone suddenly rang.

Leng Yeting glanced at it and saw that it belonged to Uncle Bing. He spoke to Wei Yan and went to the side to pick it up.

The corners of Wei Yan's eyes suddenly twitched, and a feeling of uneasiness emerged in his heart.

Little by little pulled her: "Mommy, I was praised today. The teacher rewarded me with something. Come and see!"

Wei Yan's attention was distracted by his son and he smiled: "Okay."

Not long after, Wei Yan saw Leng Yeting coming out with a solemn expression. The first thing he did was to get the suit jacket that he had just put on the sofa.

Wei Yan stood up and walked over, asking in a low voice: "What happened?"

Leng Yeting didn't want to say anything, but he didn't want to hide it from her, so he said truthfully: "Wen Yi, I cut my wrists half an hour ago."

Wei Yan was shocked: "Is it serious?!"

"It's not serious, the wound is not deep."

Wei Yan was slightly relieved, but he saw Leng Yeting's lips curl up into a sneer: "I'm not determined to die, so I won't do anything harsh."

Wei Yan held his generous palm and said softly: "Actually, you still care about her in your heart. Don't say harsh words out of disappointment. If she leaves, I know you will still be sad."

Leng Yeting watched her eyes darken.

Wei Yan smiled: "You go ahead, I have to stay at home to take care of you, so I can't accompany you anymore."

Leng Yeting leaned over and hugged her without saying a word, just holding her in silence for a long time before letting go.

Leng Xiuyuan was sitting at the door of the emergency room. He rarely smoked. He had an extra cigarette in his hand and asked the driver for it, smoking slowly.

After Leng Yeting arrived, Leng Xiuyuan glanced at him and asked calmly: "Will Wei Yan take care of you at home?"

Leng Yeting nodded and glanced at the emergency room: "How is the situation?"

Leng Xiuyuan's lips curved into a faint sneer: "That's it."

Leng Xiuyuan still had a lot of cigarettes in his hand, but he was afraid that the smell of the smoke would make Leng Yeting uncomfortable, so he got up and put it out.

The father and son just sat at the door and waited quietly. Half an hour later, the door of the emergency room opened and Wen Yi was pushed out.

Except for the assistant beside them who went up to ask about the situation as usual, the father and son actually sat like this, looking at Wen Yi who was being pushed to the ward like strangers. Neither of them had any intention of going there.

Leng Yeting broke the silence: "What plans do you have for her in the future?"

Leng Xiuyuan shook his head: "I don't know."

Leng Yeting said: "I have an island abroad, and there is a nice villa on it."

Leng Xiuyuan was slightly stunned and looked towards him.

Leng Yeting's dark eyes were cold and he looked at his father without emotion: "If you think it's okay, just send it."

After saying that, Leng Yeting stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets, his slender arms slightly bent, and his overall posture was lazy but with a layer of coldness.

"I'm going back first, you can think about it slowly."