d have shot you dead right now!"Then, the Eighth Master put away his gun.Tong Yimo once again glanced at Luo Yirou, feigning ignorance and probingly asked, "Is this the new love of the Eighth Master"1...As soon as Tong Yimo hung up the phone, Luo Yi still couldn't help but secretly feel pleased.

Master said, don't let her meddle in things she shouldn't.

This isn't considered interfering, is it

After all, there was nothing between her and Leng Yechen. They were clean and pure, without any hint of ambiguity. So, she was just teasing Tong Yimo with words.

Once she had figured it out, it didn't matter if Leng Ye Chen didn't love her. Then she would just stay silently by his side for the rest of her life, taking care of his daily life when he was on business trips, and becoming his most capable assistant at work.

On the other hand, after calming down, Tong Yimo felt that if she was truly softened by Luo Qi's words, it would be too embarrassing.

She waited for a long time, but she didn't get a call from Leng Yechen. It was obvious that Luo Yi had played her again.

But when she once again took the initiative to call Leng Yeshen, his phone remained unanswered.

For the next few days, Leng Yechen's phone number remained "out of service area".

What is the big brother doing again He doesn't even take the initiative to call her

Sometimes, Tong Yimò would have a feeling of detachment, as if she and her brother were people from different worlds.

Not until a week later...

That morning, Tong Yimo finished breakfast at home. She left the house with her handbag slung over her arm. At the elevator door, she encountered Leng Zijing who was just coming out of the elevator.

"Grandpa asked me to pick you up and take you back to the Grand Estate together." Leng Zhujing said, frowning. Seeing Tong Yimo holding a bag in her hand, he reached out and helped her carry it.

Tong Yimo hadn't quite recovered, when the handbag in her arms was snatched away by Leng Zhjing.

Back then, whenever they were together, he would always proactively help her carry her bag. Over time, these little unspoken understandings became a habit, so much so that it felt natural.

"How come this suddenly" Tong Yimo didn't pay attention to the small detail between her and Leng Zhujing, instead focusing her attention on her grandfather.

Leng Zhujing suddenly smiled coldly: "If I said that grandpa asked me to take you back to the Leng family manor, it was for my brother's funeral, would you believe me"

The next second, the air condensed.

Tong Yimo glared at Leng Zhujing with some annoyance, her words sharp and angry: "Zhujing, even if you're unhappy with your older brother, he's still your flesh and blood. Why do you have to curse him like this!"

"My feelings towards my eldest brother go beyond just 'discontent,' they are hatred!" Leng Zhujing smiled cryptically, "The hatred of taking away one's father, the hatred of taking away one's wife!"

Tong Yimo snatched her handbag back from Leng Zhujing's hand without saying a word and coldly replied, "I can go back to the Cold Residence on my own."

"Mo Mo, let's elope! My older brother is really dead, in America. He died saving his secretary; their car was hit by a truck and drove into the sea." Leng Zhu Jing paced forward, grabbing Tong Yi Mo's wrist.

"Cold-blooded! That's enough!" Tong Yimo twisted her wrist forcefully.

The cold midday scene pulled her into its embrace, tightly binding her, and snarled: "My elder brother had an accident on the very first morning after arriving in America!"

The timing couldn't be better!

Tong Yimo remembered that time, and from that moment on, she could no longer get in touch with Leng Yechen.

She nervously pulled out her phone from her handbag and directly dialed Lu Yirou's number, but Lu Yirou's phone went straight to voicemail. She didn't give up and called Zheng Zhongwei's number instead.

Fortunately, Zheng Zhongwei's phone number went through, but no one answered.

"As I said, Grandfather told me to come and get you, to take you back for your brother's funeral. But you won't be going as his wife. You'll be going as my ex-wife." Leng Zhujing said, his brows furrowed.

Tong Yimo clenched her fists, glaring angrily at Leng Zhujing.

"Mo Mo, Grandfather has already appointed Su Man Xue as the eldest mistress of the Leng family to keep watch over your elder brother's wake."

"I don't believe it!" Tong Yimo couldn't help but lose her composure, her eyes instantly filled with bloodshot veins.

"If you don't believe me, I'll take you back to the Leng family's manor." Leng Zhujing finished speaking and directly grabbed Tong Yimo's wrist, forcibly pulling her into the elevator, then went to the underground parking garage.

Tong Yimo was forcibly stuffed into the co-pilot seat by Leng Zhun. He, as always, carefully fastened her seatbelt for her.

From his demeanor, she couldn't tell if he was lying to her. Her panic had subsided, replaced by a throbbing pain in her chest.

Tong Yimo's mind kept replaying her elder brother Leng Yeshen's actions over the past period.

Long before, she felt that her elder brother and Lian Huasheng were planning something. Because Lian Huasheng hurried away several times and was caught by her.

After that, they started arguing. From the moment he suddenly brought Baek Jin-cheol back to take over the cold corporation and then without warning, took his team to France, she felt like he was hiding something from her.

Mingming sensed that something was wrong with him, yet he managed to appear completely nonchalant in front of her.

Tong Yimo's eyes were vacant, her gaze lacking focus. She curled up on the passenger seat, hugging her legs with one hand and clenching her fist against her lips, her teeth gnawing tightly on her finger bones.

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