"Ran Ran, if you become a bride, what kind of wedding dress would you like?”Yin Mohan used to hug her tightly at night and ask her gently. At that time, she had said with a longing for the future that anything was good, but her wedding dress must be filled with blooming Chinese bellflowers. He smiled lightly after hearing that. He said lazily that she belonged to him, but he would not let her wear a wedding veil. Of course, she understood that he always gave her the illusion of being doted on. When she thought that she could indulge in her fantasies and live a happy life, he would throw her down from the 18th floor to let her understand what pain was. It repeated over and over again, but she still couldn't change it. She still had hope. The moment she saw An Dai come out of the fitting room in her wedding dress, her heart ached. The purple tulle was folded into blooming flowers that clustered around the hem of the wedding dress. Leng Yiran sat on the sofa, her eyes lifeless. She knew from the beginning that falling in love with him was destined to be painful, but she did not expect it to be so deep in her bones. The promise he made when he was young kept ringing in her ears. He had given his life to her, but he had not given his feelings to her. From the time she was seven years old, she had understood what jealousy was. She did not care that Xue 'er had more love than her. She was only jealous of his gentleness towards her.
In the evening, the sunset in the west waved the gorgeous scarf. The hazy sunset light shone into the room. Leng Yiran went downstairs to eat. Although she couldn't eat, she had to work hard for the baby. She went downstairs to open the fridge, wanting to find something to eat directly. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a slender figure was reflected on the floor with the help of the setting sun. Her hand that was holding the milk began to tremble. She felt the cold and shrank her neck into her clothes.
"Leng Yiran, why did you run away halfway?”Yin Mohan accused.
"Han, why are you back so early?”She didn't answer and asked evasively. A forced smile hung on his face. She did not know how to answer.
"Answer my question." It was still such a cold tone.
She took a deep breath. "Han, be gentler to me." She said coquettishly, trying to divert his attention. She was already trying her best to restrain herself from exploding.
"Leng Yiran, you'd better understand your current position.”Knowing that she wouldn't answer, Yin Mohan warned her and went upstairs.
Leng Yiran sniffed and sucked back the sourness in her nose. "It's alright." She smiled beautifully and tried to comfort herself. She forced herself to eat something and went upstairs to open the door to the study. She saw Yin Mohan working. "Cold." She called out gently and affectionately. She did not want to have a cold war with him anymore. When he got married, she would leave him. No matter where she ran to, she had to get rid of him.
Yin Mohan looked up at her. He didn't understand what she was trying to do. She had been cold to him a few months ago, but now she was so infatuated with him.
"Han, let me go to work with you tomorrow.”She said timidly, wanting to grasp every minute and second of the short month.
"Oh." He answered coldly and did not reject her. Actually, without her company, he really couldn't concentrate on his work.
"That's great! Han, thank you." She grinned and her eyes curved into crescents. She took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek, then turned around and ran back to the bedroom.
Yin Mohan looked at her childish behavior and was lost in thought. He didn't expect her to be so cold and arrogant.。。。Cute.
At night, the two of them lay on the same bed. Yin Mohan simply hugged her and smelled the unique fragrance of Chinese bellflower on her body. Under the moonlight, he looked at her sleeping soundly and felt a little glad that she was not auctioned off that night. Without her, he couldn't fall asleep at all. His slender fingers caressed her outline. He laughed at himself. When he was young, he always wanted to destroy beautiful things, so she should have become a sacrifice. He still remembered her smile when she was five years old. She was as sweet as a little angel. The light she emitted seemed to illuminate his dark and rotten life. He felt uneasy, so he transformed her and enjoyed watching her turn into a black angel with broken wings. At the age of 20, he was already known as Satan. He still remembered that there were people who were unconvinced and said that he was unpardonable and that he was a demon. Leng Yiran, who was only 15 years old, retorted in a childish voice. She said that Satan was once an angel. These words deeply shocked him at that time. He held her small hand, wanting her to let it go, only to find that her small hands were clenched into fists and trembling in anger. At that moment, he understood that Leng Yiran only had him in her heart. He accepted Xue 'er because he longed for love at that time. He longed for his own innocence. He saw the filth of the world too early. Xue' er was his only innocence. If she had met him two years later, perhaps his heart would have fallen for her.
The next day…
"Ran Ran, why are you here?”The secretary asked, a little surprised. Unexpectedly, after not seeing her for a few months, Leng Yiran had become different from before. She seemed to have the charm of a little woman and was even more beautiful than before.
Leng Yiran smiled at her and did not answer. She walked into the office. It felt good to be back. She thought.
"Ran Ran, type this information out. It's for the meeting in the afternoon.”Yin Mohan ordered coldly.
"Got it!" Leng Yiran replied and turned to her secretary.""Secretary Jin, I'll do it. Leave the work at hand to me later.”
"This is…This... Alright…" The secretary stammered. Was she going to go back to the days when she had the title of secretary and was idling around all day?
Leng Yiran smiled again and went in to get the documents to start working.
The two of them didn't say a word until Yin Mohan entered the meeting room. She was holding a cup of coffee for the company's senior management one by one. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit her head. Her vision blurred and she fell to the ground. The coffee cup shattered on the floor, and the hot coffee scattered on the back of her hand. Yin Mohan stopped what he was saying. Other than the ticking of the clock, no other sound could be heard in the entire conference room. Everyone stared at Leng Yiran, who was sitting on the ground.
"What are you doing?" Yin Mohan spoke coldly. It sounded like a question, but the anger and blame in it was self-evident.
"I... I don't know. I'm sorry." She quickly stood up and realized that her ankle had been twisted. He fell to the ground again. The secretary shouted at the side and quickly went up to help her up.
"Let her get up by herself." Yin Mohan's cold voice rang out, and then he stopped looking at her and continued to preside over the meeting. He could tell that she had suddenly lost her balance. Damn it, she was too thin. Did Tian Tian eat properly?
Leng Yiran gritted her teeth and stood up. She squatted down to clean up the broken glass on the ground. He slowly stood up and walked out of the conference hall in a sorry state. The burning sensation on the back of her hand made her feel a little uncomfortable. She walked to the bathroom and used cold water to wash her red and swollen hands. When the burning sensation subsided, she limped back to the office and sat on the sofa. She rubbed her sprained left foot, not understanding why she suddenly felt dizzy. At this moment, the office phone rang and she picked it up.
"Han, why is your phone switched off? I miss you so much." An Dai's sharp and pretentious voice sounded.
"I'm sorry, the CEO went to a meeting.”Leng Yiran said coldly. Perhaps it was because she would be his future bride, or perhaps it was because of that wedding dress, but she just didn't like her.
"Alright then." An Dai said with some disappointment and hung up the phone. Leng Yiran sat back on the sofa in disappointment. She seemed to be losing control of her love for him.
After the meeting, Yin Mohan called Mother Wang and instructed her to prepare some tonics. He then pulled Leng Yiran out. Leng Yiran's left foot was in severe pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound. Yin Mohan felt her reluctance and turned around impatiently.""What now?" He thought that she was deliberately throwing a tantrum and was unwilling to leave with him.
"I…" Leng Yiran stammered and raised her left foot uncomfortably. Yin Mohan noticed it and bent down to take off her left high heel. He saw her swollen ankle. Leng Yiran took a deep breath in pain when she touched him lightly. He stopped talking and picked her up. Leng Yiran stared at him in a daze, unable to say anything.
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