When she woke up early in the morning, Leng Yiran saw the note left at the bedside. The handwriting on it was strong but not lacking in freshness and elegance. She smiled sweetly and silently folded the note and placed it on the drawing board.
"I'm going to work. Remember to eat breakfast when you wake up. I'll be home for dinner tonight." It was a short sentence, but it made Leng Yiran feel exceptionally happy. He was gentle and passionate last night, and now this note showed his concern for her. This made her feel that everything was unreal. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face rosy and her expression charming. This was his charm. As long as he treated her a little well, she would bloom the most beautiful flowers for him.
After breakfast, Leng Yiran started drawing in the bedroom. Every stroke reminded her of the blushing scene from last night. The tip of the pen kept rubbing against the drawing paper, making a squeaking sound. Every part of the painting was so delicate. It was a pair of long and narrow eyes with a hint of charm. The eyes seemed to be able to seduce the soul, revealing the enchantment of lust. Anyone who saw it would be fatally tempted.
Leng Yiran looked at the pair of eyes in the portrait, and her cheeks were flushed red. The embarrassing scene kept replaying in her mind. She only remembered how he looked at that time. Perhaps she had been deeply bewitched by him last night and had fallen into his spell too deeply.
Zhong Lin knocked on the door and walked into Leng Yiran's bedroom without waiting for her response.
"Yo. Who is this painting of?" Zhong Lin's sarcastic tone made people feel disgusted.
"Get out." Leng Yiran didn't even look at her and said coldly. She didn't want to have any dealings with Zhong Lin.
"Please get this straight. I will be the future owner of this house, and you are nothing. What right do you have to let me out?" Zhong Lin lied with a straight face. She was betting that Leng Yiran didn't know that Yin Mohan didn't like her.
"At least not now. Get out." Zhong Lin's words pulled Leng Yiran back to reality. Yes, she was nothing, and Zhong Lin was the future Young Madam. She was still foolishly happy for Yin Mohan's actions last night. That was just a spur of the moment.
"Pa." Zhong Lin slapped Leng Yiran in agitation, her voice as sharp as a car emergency brake.""If I didn't teach you a lesson, you wouldn't even know what you are.”
Leng Yiran did not expect Zhong Lin to hit her. She covered her left cheek with her small hand because of the pain. She looked at Zhong Lin with hatred but did not fight back. Because Zhong Lin was Yin Mohan's new favorite, she couldn't offend her. If it wasn't for her, perhaps Lan Xue would still be alive. Thinking of this, Leng Yiran endured it, but her hands were unusually cold because of this sudden humiliation.
"Are you done? Go out after you're done." Leng Yiran said lightly, as if the slap was not on her face.
"Leng Yiran, Ah Leng Yiran, you're really thick-skinned. Why aren't you getting out yet? What is Old Lai doing here?" Zhong Lin was angry at her calmness. This was completely out of her expectations. She had thought that Leng Yiran would make a scene.
"Heh. So you're jealous. You can ask Yin Mohan why he hasn't let me go yet.”Leng Yiran laughed self-deprecatingly. Had her existence affected Zhong Lin? Since he loved Zhong Lin, why didn't he let her go?
"You can leave if you want to. Didn't you walk out with Gu Yan that day? Why did he come back? Or are you so cheap that you'd rather be his bed warmer? Or is it because Gong Cheyu can't satisfy you?”Zhong Lin was so angry that she could not speak. She had forgotten that she was also a bed warmer. Perhaps, she was not even a bed warmer. She was just a substitute.
Leng Yiran trembled at Zhong Lin's words. Suddenly, she couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up from the chair, raised her left hand quickly, and clasped Zhong Lin's neck tightly. There was no warmth in her voice. "I told you not to provoke me," she said coldly. Why do you keep provoking me? I don't want to hear the purest name in my heart from your filthy mouth.”After saying that, he gave her a warning look before slowly letting go of his hand. His agitated emotions seemed to have returned to calm. He sat back in his chair as if nothing had happened and continued to draw.
Zhong Lin stroked her neck, feeling a lingering fear. She almost couldn't breathe just now. After her breathing returned to normal, she glared at Leng Yiran fiercely. No one could treat her like this, but this woman dared to strangle her. Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly saw a utility knife on the table that was used to draw paper. Zhong Lin quickly took the utility knife and slashed at Leng Yiran's right hand that was drawing. The sharp blade pierced into her tender and fair wrist, and blood flowed out uncontrollably. Zhong Lin seemed to think that it was not enough and slashed Leng Yiran's face a few more times to vent her anger. Leng Yiran's right hand was in extreme pain and she could not resist. Her small face was pale because of the excessive bleeding. At this time, Zhong Lin seemed to have woken up from the chaos and realized what she had done. She turned around and ran away in fear.
Leng Yiran didn't have the time to care about where she was going. She took out her phone from her pocket with great effort and was about to press the " 1 " button out of habit. However, she remembered that she couldn't have any contact with Gong Cheyu anymore. She decisively removed her finger from the " 1 " button and wanted to call Yin Mohan. However, she remembered what Zhong Lin had said. She was nothing, so how could he let go of his work to save her? Biting her pale lips, she called Gu Yan weakly.
"Hey, I'm not sure. Ran Ran? Why did you call me? Did you miss me?" Gu Yan's cheerful voice came from the other end of the phone. He had never expected Leng Yiran to call him on her own accord, so of course, he was ecstatic.
"Yan. It hurts…" Leng Yiran said weakly. She felt as if her body had been drained dry.
"Where does it hurt? Where are you?" Gu Yan could tell that she was weak and his voice turned serious.
"At home…Come quickly…" Leng Yiran said weakly. The pain on her wrist and the burning sensation on her face, coupled with the large amount of blood that flowed out, made her faint.
"Hello? Hello?" Gu Yan jumped up from the bed nervously when he saw the call end. The female companion on the bed said coquettishly,"Don't. Continue…" She had been very dissatisfied with him ever since he picked up the phone. He had never been like this in the past.
"Get lost." Gu Yan said coldly. He put on his clothes and drove to the Yin residence. That woman was just a tool for him to vent his anger. The only woman he cared about now was Leng Yiran.
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