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

Uncle Bing opened the combination lock and said respectfully to Leng Yeting, "Master."

Leng Yeting nodded to him and entered the room.

The lighting in the room is very good, and the midday sun shines brightly on Wen Yi's face.

She watched Leng Yeting come in and sit down without blinking, and raised a smile on her lips: "You don't seem to be surprised at all about my current appearance."

Leng Yeting had no intention of saying more to her. He sat down opposite her and looked at her calmly.

Wen Yi smiled, lowered his head to pick up the water on the table, took a sip slowly, put it down and said, "This tea cup and this coffee table are not cheap."

Leng Yeting said nothing, leaning on the sofa and looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar woman.

"My favorite place before was Paris," Wen Yi continued. "It was full of art. In fact, I liked the whole of Europe, full of fairy tales. Look at the villa Leng Xiuyuan arranged for me. During this time, I kept thinking, what is the difference between this villa and the castle in European fairy tales? My mentality gradually improved, and I felt like a princess trapped on the tower of the castle."

Leng Yeting's dark eyes narrowed slightly and he said calmly: "There are princesses in fairy tales, but there are also witches."

Wen Yi was immersed in romantic fantasy when he suddenly paused, his eyes became fierce, and he looked at Leng Yeting: "I am your mother! Do you have to crush the last bit of my beautiful fantasy?!"

"Okay," Leng Yeting said, "You can do whatever you want."

Wen Yi sneered and raised his hand to straighten his bangs: "I'm leaving tomorrow, so I brought you a gift today."

Leng Yeting said nothing and looked at her motionless.

Wen Yi stood up, took the bulging bag on the couch, opened the zipper, and took out a plastic bag from inside.

Leng Yeting watched silently, frowning slightly, and saw Wen Yi taking out an old piece of clothing with a smile.

She shook it off in front of Leng Yeting and said with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Leng Yeting said nothing, just looked at the dress without blinking.

The clothes had been ironed and were very flat, with the smell of sunlight still on them, but it was obvious that they had not been washed because there were still large patches of dull blood on them.

The completely oxidized blood turned purple-black and remained on the clothes forever in the form of splashes.

Wen Yi admired the dress like a piece of art, his eyes showing infinite narcissism and longing.

"Do you remember it? This dress?" Her fingers brushed the blood on it, "Do you remember this blood?"

As she said that, she raised her head and looked at Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting's face was still expressionless, but his handsome face was obviously pale.

He was like a stone statue, sitting there silently and motionless.

"This blood belongs to you!" Wen Yi suddenly held the dress in front of Leng Yeting, "Do you remember? This blood spattered from your body when I stabbed you with a knife!! "

Leng Yeting's brows finally furrowed into a frown. He avoided Wei Yan's gaze and his fingers spasmed uncontrollably.

Wen Yi's eyes widened with a ferocious expression: "Why did you call me then? You called me, Mom! Mom! You always wanted to see me and came to me secretly! What's wrong, Ye Ting, you Call me mom again! Just scream!!!"

The last sound sounded like she was screaming, her throat was about to be torn.

Leng Yeting said in a deep voice: "Put this dress away."