to pour more wine” Leng Ye’s black eyes narrowed, his voice booming like thunder. To amplify his anger, he started acting like a drunkard, waving his hands wildly and smashing the glass against the w...Although Tong Yimo worked part-time during her university years, helping Leng Zh Jing at his company on weekends and holidays during summer and winter breaks to earn money, and received scholarships every semester, most of the money they needed for expenses still came from Leng Zh Jing's salary.

Therefore, the root cause of Tong Yimo's unwillingness to pursue a master's degree again is that expenses are too high and time spent together is too little.

"Well, I think it's time we ended this 'Platonic Love,'” Leng Zhulang replied meaningfully.

Suddenly, Tong Yimo blushed shyly.

After ending the call with Leng Zhujing, the doorbell rang at home.

Tong Yimo put down the fruit salad bowl in her hand and walked alone towards the door. She first glanced at the peephole, then seeing a familiar face, she felt a sudden chill run down her spine. Thinking deeply, she opened the door.

"Yimò, long time no see."

Ji Siyan wore a deep purple dress, tall and slender. She dragged a suitcase with one hand, a handbag slung over her arm, and held the hand of a young boy wearing a baseball cap, denim overalls, and a Scottish-style T-shirt.

The little boy raised his head and looked at Tong Yimo, politely greeting her: "Hello, Auntie!"

And just as the little boy lifted his head, Tong Yimo saw the child's appearance.

The little boy's delicate and round features were as adorable as if carved from jade. His jet-black eyes, high nose, and rosy lips, aside from his overly pale skin that appeared somewhat sickly, bore a striking resemblance to Leng Zhulang.

"You..." Tong Yimo hesitated, unable to comprehend why Ji Siyan would suddenly appear before her with a child who looked to be only two years old.

"Yi Mo, can we go inside and talk" Ji Si Yan's voice was deep and choked with emotion.

Tong Yimo pursed her lips, glanced at the little boy beside Ji Siyan again, and stepped aside, making a welcoming gesture to Ji Siyan and the child.

Ji Siyan and the little boy, one big and one small, sat primly on the sofa in the living room.

The little boy was surprisingly quiet, unlike other children his age who were loud and boisterous.

Tong Yimo cut a new fruit platter and brewed tea for Ji Siyan. She also thoughtfully poured a glass of fresh milk for the little boy.

Ji Siyan then took out a stack of documents from her handbag and handed them to Tong Yimo.

Tong Yimo hesitated for a moment before taking the documents handed over by Ji Siyan. With a puzzled heart, she carefully flipped through them.

All examination reports, from the first prenatal ultrasound to the child's current physical condition, are kept in the data.

What is most heartbreaking is that this child, only two years and three months old, suffers from hemoglobin disease, also known as thalassemia.

While Tong Yimo pitied the child, she also wondered why his name was "Ji Xiajing".

Especially this little boy, with his big eyes, when he looks at her, he's becoming more and more like her little guard.

At this point, Tong Yimo started to fidget, her gaze lost and flickering. Even her hands resting on her knees trembled slightly as if she couldn't control them.

Ji Siyan watched as Tong Yimo's face gradually paled, so she decided to stop beating around the bush and get straight to the point. "That's right, as you suspected, Xiao Jing, is my child with Ajing."

At that moment, Tong Yimo felt as if she had just received a bolt from the blue. She was shocked, disbelieving, yet forced to accept the truth.

"Tea, the tea has gone cold! I'll go make a fresh cup for you!" Tong Yimo's lips trembled slightly, her words coming out in a stutter from her purplish lips.

She bolted away from Ji Siyan's face, striding quickly into the kitchen.

Walking into the kitchen and standing in front of the cutting board, Tong Yimo only felt as if she had been pierced by thousands of arrows in an instant, blood gushing out from her heart endlessly.

Immediately after, countless ants seemed to emerge from her chest, gnawing at her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. A piercing pain surged wave after wave, consuming every nerve ending in her body.

Ji Siyan saw Tong Yimo's unusually calm demeanor, and a wave of anxiety suddenly surged through her. She couldn't help but get up from the sofa and chase after her to the kitchen doorway.

At this moment, she no longer cared about Tong Yimo's feelings because she had to save her son.

"Yi Mo, Xiao Jing needs hematopoietic stem cells from the umbilical cord blood for treatment. I couldn't get in touch with Xiao Jing, so I finally found you here." Ji Si Yan walked behind Tong Yi Mo and said in a choked voice.

Tong Yimo took a deep breath, but her hands clenched tightly around the glass, her fingertips already red and white. Gritting her teeth, she asked, "That child... how did you get him"

"..." Ji Siyan was taken aback, and suddenly fell silent.

"What You've come to me on your own accord. At this point in time, are you still going to act but not take responsibility" Tong Yimo suddenly turned around, her eyes piercingly staring at Ji Siyan, coldly questioning her.

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