That bone-chilling feeling was like a wake-up call to Ye Huanyan, pulling her back from her muddleheaded nightmare.
She opened her eyes suddenly and straightened up. Her hands and feet were cold and her face was as white as paper.
Ling Li held her shoulder and pointed at Sheng Anran and scolded, "you vicious woman, what are you going to do?"
Sheng Anran snorted coldly, "didn't you want me to wake her up? Isn't she awake? "
Ye Huanyan stared at the paper cup in her hand tremblingly, and then looked down at her messy appearance. She knew what had happened without thinking.
"You shameless woman, don't think you're so great with my brother backing you up. I tell you, I, Ling Li, don't put you in my eyes."
With that, Ling Li stepped forward and raised his hand to slap her.
Sheng Anran originally wanted to hide, but when Ling Li raised his hand, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure coming from the direction of the door. Her dodging action suddenly changed direction, and Ling Li's slap on her cheek was forcefully slapped.
"Pa!" The sound echoed in the spacious lounge.
"Ling Li …" A sullen voice came from the door. The man's deep voice mixed with the lingering sound of the slap, which made the lounge particularly cold.
Before his voice died away, Ling Li was pulled away. When he looked up, he saw Ling Han's angry look.
"Who taught you to hit people casually? Do you know what this is?"
Ling Han had never spoken to her so harshly before.
She bit her lip and felt her nose sour. She didn't have time to explain and said angrily, "You've been blinded by this fox, brother."
After saying this, she turned around and ran out of the lounge.
Sheng Anran shrank in Ling Han's arms, looking very aggrieved, and whispered, "she's your sister. I didn't expect that she would really hit me …"
Ye Huanyan stood up with the help of the sofa and tried to explain, "It's not Ling Li's fault. She just stood up for me."
Ling Han frowned. "Stand up for you?"
At this moment, he noticed that Ye Huanyan's head, face, and body were all wet. The temperature in the auditorium was low to begin with, and at this moment, her face had turned blue from the cold, and her shoulders were shivering uncontrollably.
Ye Huanyan saw that he was looking at her in a daze. There seemed to be some concern in his eyes. She immediately felt warmth in her heart.
Sheng Anran gritted her teeth and leaned into Ling Han's arms. She said aggrievedly, "Han, I still have work to do tonight. If my face is swollen, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain. Those reporters will talk nonsense again. After the ceremony is over, you can accompany me to see the doctor."
Ye Huanyan looked at Ling Han. She didn't know what she was expecting.
Just like many times before.
After a long while, a cold voice sounded in the lounge. It was a familiar tone and a familiar voice. "It's not easy to deal with it if it's swollen. Go now."
He held Sheng Anran in his arms, and his cold eyes swept over Ye Huanyan. Before he left, he only left a sentence without any warmth. "You're not needed here. Go back to where you belong."
Every word was loud and clear. It was hard not to hear it clearly.
It wasn't until Ling Han's figure disappeared at the door of the lounge that Ye Huanyan woke up. Her body went soft, as if all the strength in her body had been taken away, and she fell on the sofa.
It turned out that she shouldn't have had any expectations for him.
After the funeral, Ling Dongyu's family returned to the United States. Ye Huanyan was not feeling well, so she didn't send them off. Before leaving, Ling Li took off a necklace from his neck and stuffed it into her hand.
He said seriously, "This is the safety chain my mommy asked for in a Thai temple. Take it with you. I hope the baby can be born safely."
Ye Huanyan held the chain and watched Ling Dongyu's family get in the car and disappear from the door of the old house. She felt her nose sour, but she couldn't shed a tear.
Ye Huanyan didn't see Ling Han for the next few days.
She helped Aunt Zhang pack up in the old house. She sealed the old lady's favorite things in boxes, and then the whole old house was empty.
After the old lady left, Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang dismissed all the servants in the house. After that, they came to Ye Huanyan to resign.
Ye Huanyan held her waist and said anxiously, "Aunt Zhang, Uncle Zhang, are you leaving too?"
Aunt Zhang patted her hand. "Young master called yesterday and said he would pick you up tonight. No one will live in this house in the future. It's time for me and your Uncle Zhang to go home and retire, Miss."
"But isn't it good for you to still live here in the future?"
"Miss Yan Yan, all good things must come to an end. I've been with Old Madam since I was young. Now that she's gone, I should return to where I belong. This place, ah, it's heartbreaking to see."
Since they had said this, Ye Huanyan couldn't force them to stay. She could only give Aunt Zhang and Uncle Zhang a lot of their salaries before letting them leave with peace of mind.
That night, Qiao Mu drove over as expected and took her to the villa in Jinjiang Park.
When she got off the car, she was more straightforward than before. Qiao Mu saw her through the door and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you going to ask me what Director Ling has been busy with recently?"
She would usually ask a question or two.
Ye Huanyan turned around. Her complexion was a bit haggard, and her expression was very indifferent. "So what if I ask? It has nothing to do with me."
Qiao Mu was startled as she watched her turn around again and enter the house. When a gust of wind blew, he even had the misconception that the wind could take her away with it.
She was too thin. She didn't look like a pregnant woman.
He knew that ever since she went to prison, she had sunk into depression.
Qiao Mu stood in the wind with a gloomy expression in her eyes.
Knowing that Ye Huanyan had returned, Lingling specially prepared a table full of dishes that Ye Huanyan usually liked. There were meat and vegetables, and she even made three kinds of soups: hot and sour, light, and sweet.
"Your health is important. Miss Ye, eat more."
Lingling originally prepared a bellyful of comforting words to persuade Ye Huanyan to eat, but she didn't expect her to wash her hands and sit in front of the table. She picked up her bowl and ate mouthful by mouthful. She ate all the dishes on the table one by one and even had an extra bowl of rice than usual.
"Lingling, don't make so much in the future. You can't finish it all. Just eat the same as before."
Lingling quickly nodded. "Mhm, okay."
After eating, Ye Huanyan went upstairs.
After tidying up the table, Lingling carried the milk upstairs and sat by the bed to chat with Ye Huanyan.
She was not a talkative person, but she was afraid that Ye Huanyan would continue to be depressed like this, so she had to find some topics to talk about with her.
She stroked Ye Huanyan's stomach through the blanket and said with a smile, "The fetal movement has been very strong recently, right? The old folks say that those with strong fetal movements are usually boys. I think it must be a young master. "
Ye Huanyan smiled gently. "I hope it's a girl."
"A daughter is good too." Lingling giggled. "A daughter is a mother's intimate little jacket."
Speaking of children, Ling Ling had an idea. "Miss Ye, why don't I go shopping with you tomorrow? We can buy some clothes and shoes for the future Little Miss. There's also a milk bottle and things like that. We should prepare in advance."
Ye Huanyan was startled, and her wandering thoughts were pulled back by Lingling.
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