bathing Liang Yimo, then carry her out of the wooden tub, leaving Long Zhiwei alone to bathe.After both children finished their baths, they climbed onto the bed. Long Zhiwei again picked up a pillow a...She and Leng Zhuxiang should only be acquaintances, and she was well aware of the vast difference between their statuses.

It's laughable how she yearns to step into his circle of life, even fantasizing about moving into his heart...

Tong Yimo wryly smiled, dejectedly holding her household register. As she was preparing to head home, her phone rang at that moment.

"Hello..." Tong Yimo answered listlessly, her voice weak.

"Yimo, I'm Zhujing. I need to sign a contract now, can you wait for me for an hour"

In the receiver, besides the sound of the wind, there was also Leng Zhüjing's clear and magnetic voice.

Tong Yimò's body trembled slightly, her heart filled with surprise and disappointment. "Mr. Leng Zhùjǐng, thank you for helping me out of this predicament. Actually, I feel that we don't need to get our marriage certificate so quickly. After all..."

"Wait five minutes, let's talk face to face! That's it!"

Before Tong Yimo could finish her words, Leng Zhujing interrupted her mid-sentence and hung up the phone without hesitation, leaving Tong Yimo holding the phone in the wind, bewildered.

What's going on!

On the asphalt road, a glass-black Bentley Mulsanne stood out among the surrounding vehicles.

"Zhao Bin, go back to where we were just now."

In the car, Leng Zhujing suddenly ordered, leaving Zhao Bin, the assistant driving ahead, caught off guard.

"General Leng, we came all the way from Binjiang City to Xizhen just to sign the land sales contract with the government. You can't miss this opportunity! The government leaders are waiting for you! If the government leaders change their minds, they won't be able to wait any longer. Then that piece of land will be gone!"

Zhao Bin looked despondent. Though he was trying to console his boss with his words, his hands had already begun to obey orders, turning the steering wheel.

“……” Leng Zhujing remained silent.

This trip to Xizhen was mainly for my older brother Leng Yeshen. Xizhen is an ancient Miao village, with beautiful mountains and water. My older brother wants to develop a resort here.

Both sides were important, but Cold Day's current thoughts remained a mystery to himself.

He always felt that going back to Mo's side was the right thing to do.

Leng Zhujing's joy and anger were not evident on his face, making it difficult for Zhao Bin to guess what he was thinking.

Five minutes later...

Tong Yimo was reading the countdown, waiting for someone. She looked left and right, and only saw a black Bentley Mulsanne slowly stopping by the side of the road.

Ghosted again!

Tong Yimo was both annoyed and angry. Holding her household registration book, she patted her forehead, wryly smiling at herself for being such a fool, then turned and walked away.

But before she had even taken a few steps, she was stopped by a strong hand.

A force pulled Tong Yimo around, she stumbled and bumped into the other person.

"Come on, let's get married!"

Before Tong Yimo could even see who the other person was, she was forcibly dragged into the black Bentley Mulsanne that had just arrived.

"You..."

Tong Yimo's thoughts were a mess. She smoothed down her curls that had been ruffled by the wind outside, and looked up at the person sitting beside her.

"Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

As soon as Leng Zhujing gave the order, the car immediately started moving. Tong Yimo was still in a daze.

"Sorry for calling you late. I know it made you think I stood you up."

Cold Zhujing slightly tilted his head, looking at Tong Yimo with a serious expression.

He still held her hand tightly, not letting go.

"I... I..." Tong Yimo awkwardly withdrew her hand from his large one, her willow eyebrows furrowed, she replied weakly, "You hurt my hand..."

Cold Daying was startled, only then did he realize his palms were covered in sweat. He couldn't help but let out a deep breath and murmur, "I'm sorry."

Tong Yimo shook her head hurriedly, her face full of relief: "It's okay, it's great to see you again."

"From now on, you'll see me every day." Leng Zhujing smiled knowingly, a hint of ulterior meaning in the curve of his lips.

Tong Yimo didn't think much, she just lowered her head and sat quietly beside Leng Zhujing.

In front, Zhao Bin, who was driving, couldn't help but steal glances at Tong Yimo in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

Well, he'd be very curious to see what this "future mistress" looks like, someone who could make the young master give up a land deal!

It wasn't bad at first glance, but when he took a closer look, Zhao Bin was instantly astonished.

Isn't this woman the one the young master sent breakfast to that time

Seeing Tong Yimo, Zhao Bin smiled with relief. It seemed that his young master had finally emerged from the shadow of his first love.

Tong Yimo followed Leng Zhujing out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, looking at the marriage certificate in her hand with great novelty.

The photo on the ID card, Tong Yimo looked at it again and again, feeling that Leng Zhujing was very handsome. He was handsome like an idol star, and even more like...

while himself...

Tong Yimo, however, frowned.

She and Leng Zhujing weren't a good match...

What can I do

That's a real drawback!

Tong Yimo sighed, she had to admit that she had also joined the "looks association" and had fallen for Leng Zhujing.

Just outside the Civil Affairs Bureau here in Xizhen, Leng Zhujing suddenly chuckled and said, "I married a Miao woman."

"…" Tong Yimo grinned and teased, "We're kind of like a Miao-Han marriage alliance."

However, Cold Daying looked at Tong Yimo's somewhat immature cheeks and couldn't help but jokingly asked, "Yimo, are you really twenty years old"

Tong Yimo looked up at Leng Zhulang, smiled faintly, and shook her head: "I turned eighteen in January this year. It's just that my household registration book lists me as two years older because when I was little, my mother wanted me to start school earlier so I could get married sooner."

"You're only eighteen!" Leng Zhujing was astonished, completely unprepared to marry a girl who had just come of age.

Tong Yimo saw Leng Zhuxi's puzzled expression and immediately explained, "In our village, we don't get married as young as you city folks do. Girls here might even start working outside the home at sixteen. It's just... most of them drop out of school to work because their families can't afford it!"

She almost got forced to drop out of school and work by Liang Ma, if it weren't for Liang Pa...

I'm afraid...

She wouldn't encounter such cold daytime scenes either!

So, Tong Yimò still has a grateful heart towards the Liang family.

"I see! " Leng Zhujing smiled helplessly, nodded slightly, then took out a jade pendant and put it into Tong Yimo's hand. With a smile, he said, "This is the heirloom jade pendant of our Leng family, given to the new bride as a greeting gift."

Tong Yimo came to her senses and lowered her head to look at what was in her hand. She suddenly felt very familiar with it. The jade pendant had a cold character wrapped around a lifelike phoenix.

This pendant looks very precious. Tong Yimò hurriedly stuffed it back into Leng Zhujing's hand and politely declined, "No, no... Not for now! I..."

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