of the medicine on Ferran came up.When Fernan suddenly froze, his eyes glazed over. Tong Yimo reached out and waved her hand in front of him."Hi, Mr. Fei, do you still remember me" Tong Yimo stammere...Behind the desk was a full wall of bookshelves, with a hidden ladder. The massage pattern on the treads was still Daying's creative idea, depicting a daytime scene.

Three years of time, let him sleep in the cold night on that full wall bookshelf filled with all kinds of books related to business and finance.

On the other side, a massive single-pane transparent floor-to-ceiling window was spotless and bright, allowing sunlight to flood the entire office.

Tong Yimo looked at the spacious desk behind her, where Leng Yesen was now focused on his work.

He was on the phone, signing a stack of papers with lightning speed, completely oblivious to her presence as she walked in.

Tong Yimo sat silently on the sofa beside him, quietly observing Leng Yeshen who was seriously working at his desk.

His facial features were clearly defined, with a deep and three-dimensional quality reminiscent of someone of mixed Eastern and Western descent. His eyebrows were clear and handsome, his gaze sharp. He wore a crisp, button-down shirt with every button fastened to the top, and a neatly tied tie. He was impeccably clean and tidy, radiating the aura of a quintessential businessman.

Cold Night Shen was indeed a handsome, dashing, and well-built man. However, she had known him for three years, and he still hadn't captured her heart.

If he hadn't forced her into marriage, perhaps she would never have had any further contact with him in her life!

Tong Yimo's mind raced, sitting silently on the sofa, sizing up her second husband.

Not until a whole hour had passed did Leng Yechen finish his work in hand, and upon lifting his head inadvertently, he saw her.

"When did you arrive" His handsome face, usually sharp and indifferent during work, suddenly softened with a touch of tenderness and indulgence. The corners of his lips curled into a faint smile.

"Just arrived." Tong Yimo leisurely got up from the comfortable leather sofa, paused for a moment, and added, "I just strolled around the street for a while before coming over."

Actually, she had been sitting here waiting for him the whole time, and he didn't even know!

I presume he was very dedicated to his work.

"Then let's go!" Leng Yechen stood up, picked up the suit hanging on the floor-standing clothes rack beside him, and put it on. He casually fastened the bottom button of the well-tailored suit, his movements were both dashing and elegant.

"Sounds good!" Tong Yimo smiled faintly.

He walked lightly to her side and extended his hand gracefully.

Tong Yimo was stunned for a moment, not knowing what he meant. She thought he wanted her car keys and started rummaging through her handbag.

Cold Night, with a slight smirk, directly covered her hand that was rummaging through her handbag with his large one. He pulled her towards the door with a slight upturn of his lips.

Wherever they went, employees would stop and nod in greeting. "President, Mrs. President!" greetings rang out one after another.

She was led by him, uniquely and exclusively, amidst the envious gazes of a group of female employees.

Tong Yimo walked, secretly glancing at the handsome man beside her.

I highly suspect his motives!

He was parading her around in public. What did he want to do

"Us like this, don't we look like we're in love" Leng Ye Chen tightly held Tong Yi Mo's hand, not letting go for a moment. His dark eyes looked at her with a deep meaning.

Tong Yimo was stunned: “Dating!” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

"Pursuit, dating, marriage." Leng Yechen raised his sword brows slightly and said seriously.

Tong Yimò very unceremoniously poured cold water: "You're going the wrong way."

"Don't worry, I will make up for everything you deserve, not a single item missing." Leng Yechen smiled knowingly.

Since she returned to his side, he'd felt a definite improvement in her attitude towards him.

At least, she no longer resisted his kisses, nor his closeness. She even proactively did things for him.

For example, I cook for him, don't disturb him while he's working, patiently wait for him quietly, and now I even take the initiative to ask him out for dinner.

He has never been in love, but for her, he would seriously learn.

She is not only his first love, but also his only love now and in the future.

He has sword-like brows and star-like eyes, a straight nose and thin lips…

This man's face is handsome and flawless, but his smile... well, it just seems so wicked.

Tong Yimo instantly looked enlightened.

His "bad" had a captivating allure, tempting every sensitive nerve on her body.

In contrast to the refined image of Leng Zhujing, Leng Yeshen is anything but. While Leng Zhujing embodies "civility", Leng Yeshen represents pure "scoundrelism".

After leaving the Cold Corporation building, he didn't take her to the parking lot to get the car. Instead, he held her hand and strolled along the street at a leisurely pace.

She followed closely behind him, her hand held tightly in his. His wrist revealed a blue silk bracelet he had worn for three years.

What does this silver thread bracelet mean

She wasn't sure.

But he knew very well in his heart.

This is her youthful hair, also his lovesickness, and even more so, the silken thread of his unbreakable affections.

"Yimo, I..."

"Big brother, buy a flower for the beautiful little sister beside you!" Suddenly, a childish girl's voice broke through Leng Yecheng's words.

Tong Yimo and Leng Yeshen both turned their heads to look in the direction of the sound.

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