r wasn't completely beyond saving. At least, after her mother gave birth to her, he named her, registered her in their Ji family's household register, and sent monthly living expenses to his wife and...But in the end, Leng Zhun still maintained his rationality and didn't do anything to hurt Tong Yimo.

Then... what's next How is he going to face Tong Yimo!

When Leng Zhujing returned home, it was already the early morning.

The house was pitch black. After he closed the door and turned on the lights, he didn't see Tong Yimo. Just as he was about to turn around, he happened to bump into Tong Yimo opening the front door and coming home.

She was flushed and sweating profusely.

Seeing her like this, Leng Zhuxi's face darkened instantly.

Where are you going

"You're back!"

They both almost spoke in unison.

Tong Yimo smoothed her messy long hair, wiped the sweat from her forehead, grinned sheepishly, and lied to cover herself: "I, I couldn't sleep, so I went for a run."

"Oh." Leng Zhuxiang's voice suddenly became exceptionally cold and hard, his mood growing increasingly worse. He even suspected in his mind that Yimo might have just come back after selling herself.

"Are you hungry I could make you something..."

"I'm tired, I want to sleep," Before Tong Yimo could finish her sentence, Leng Zhujing interrupted thoughtfully, then went straight to the sofa and rolled over, facing away from Tong Yimo and fell asleep.

Tong Yimo was stunned, the smile on her face gradually fading. She could only lower her head and silently went to take a shower.

She didn't understand why he wanted to sleep on the couch tonight.

But he was already asleep, she didn't want to disturb him.

Perhaps he is really just too tired from work.

The next day, Leng Zhucheng woke up to see Tong Yimo had already set the breakfast table.

"Good morning!" Tong Yimo was pouring porridge when she saw Leng Zhujing, already washed and dressed, coming out of the bathroom. She couldn't help but smile and greet him with a good morning.

Leng Zhubing could only force a wry smile and say, “Good morning.”

Then, he walked to the table and sat down.

"After that, you sleep in a little. Don't get up so early to make me breakfast." He went on, as if he were concerned about her.

Tong Yimo smiled with satisfaction: "I don't have the habit of sleeping in."

Yes!

She didn't have the habit of sleeping in.

Even if she went to bed very late, she would still get up at the same time every morning, although there were occasional exceptions when she woke up later.

"As you wish." Leng Zhujing replied faintly, raising his bowl and taking a sip. "It seems a little bland."

Tong Yimo immediately picked up her bowl of congee and took a sip, nonchalantly saying, "No way! I think the sweetness is just right!"

"By the way, this is our living allowance." Leng Zhujing said, taking out a wallet from his clothes and pulling out a few banknotes, placing them on the table.

"No, I still have money on me," Tong Yimo said with a smile, then added after a pause, "I haven't finished using what you gave me last time."

Leng Zhujing calmly took back the money and didn't say much.

After breakfast, when he was about to go to work, Tong Yimo hurried forward to help him with his briefcase.

Suddenly, Tong Yimo remembered something else and said to Leng Zhujing, "Could you help me get an internship report back My school hasn't graduated yet. I have to go back to school to make up for the time after this month because I took a leave of absence to intern during that period, so I need to get a stamped internship report back!"

"That means you won't be home for a long time" Leng Zhun asked subconsciously.

Tong Yimo nodded and then said, "I will come back every month."

“Oh, okay. I’ll bring the internship report back this evening.” Leng Zhunqiang forced a smile and then left.

After Leng Zhujing left home, Tong Yimo discovered that she was once again alone in the house.

As always, when someone was home alone, Tong Yimo would start by tidying up.

After tidying up, she would get bored and take out her pen and paper, leaning over her desk to design some themed interior designs.

Although her current income from singing at "Ye Hu" is decent, she hasn't forgotten her professional training.

She got up from her desk, slipped on her slippers, and walked to the door to glance at the peephole.

Outside the door was a woman of noble bearing, with long flowing hair cascading down her back, adorned in heavy makeup and a captivating crimson lip.

After Tong Yimo confirmed that the other party was not a bad person, she opened the door.

May I ask who you are looking for

Tong Yimo asked gently.

A woman sized up Tong Yimo from head to toe before smiling and saying, "Hello, I'm Leng Zhujing's new secretary. He asked me to come and pick up his files."

"Where did you put it Let me get it for you." Tong Yimo smiled faintly.

The woman, unyielding, grinned and said, "The location of the files has to be kept confidential!"

Tong Yimo was helpless and could only let the woman enter.

When the woman entered, Tong Yimo smelled a strong perfume. Although it was strong, the scent was pleasant.

Tong Yimo didn't know what brand of perfume this was, but all in all, the smell was very comfortable.

It must be a high-end perfume!

Tong Yimo immediately remembered the smell.

Without Tong Yimò's reminder, Ji Sīyán surveyed the furnishings of this tiny apartment — just a few square meters — and then directly opened the closet beside the desk to rummage.

Tong Yimo didn't know what this woman was looking for in her and Leng Zhujing's closet. Ji Siyan had her back to Tong Yimo, secretly taking out a file bag from her bag and holding it in her hand. Then she closed the cabinet door and turned around.

"Got it, thanks," Ji Siyan smiled and shook the file folder in her hand.

Tong Yimo just smiled slightly and didn't suspect anything about her actions.

Before leaving, Ji Siyan suddenly turned around and asked, "Were you invited back by Zhulang as a nanny"

Tong Yimo was stunned for a moment, just about to say no, when the woman grinned and walked out.

Ji Siyan walked out of the apartment and couldn't help but laugh.

Ajing's wife is nowhere near as good as her.

I thought the other party would be very outstanding, but it turns out they are just a "nanny" from the "rural-urban fringe".

When she was bored, Tong Yimò sent a message to her childhood friend, Ye Meijia.

Meijia, there's a perfume that smells really good, even people who don't usually like perfume will find it very comfortable to smell. What brand is it - Yimo.

Dior Chanel Lancme — Meijia.

Seeing the list of perfume names Ye Meijia sent, Tong Yimo was completely clueless and had no idea what they were.

Then, Tong Yimò decided to go to a high-end shopping mall to take a look at these perfumes.

After changing her clothes, picking up her bag, and making sure she had her keys and phone, Tong Yimo took the bus to the upscale department store in the city center.

The first floor of a shopping mall is often home to jewelry, cosmetic counters, and similar upscale brands.

Tong Yimo quickly found the perfume counter and then lowered her head to carefully identify those small bottles of perfume that cost thousands in the glass cabinet.

"Young Master, this shopping mall is one of the most high-end malls under our Leng Group."

Just after taking over the Leng Group, Leng Yechen was taken by Zheng Zhongwei, his grandfather's assistant who had been assigned to him, on a "sightseeing" tour of the Leng Group's subsidiaries.

Though his attendants introduced themselves with utmost respect, Leng Ye's eyes darted about restlessly.

Luckily, he adapted quickly to his new life as a businessman after leaving the military.

As his gaze swept across the scene, Leng Ye Chen fixed his attention on a perfume counter.

Only to see Tong Yimo slightly bending over, as if she was very interested in studying the perfumes inside the glass cabinet.

"Ma'am, I recommend this perfume for you! This one is from Lancome…" The saleswoman at the counter began to enthusiastically promote the product.

She talked a lot, but there was no sign of Tong Yimo having any urge to buy.

Because, in Tong Yimo's view.

That's too expensive!

15411/41884067hat little woman's mindEveryone says "a woman's heart is like the ocean floor, hard to fathom," he truly couldn't see through her thoughts.After finishing her meal, Tong Yimo put down her chopsticks....