wards her today, like he'd met his enemy.But to be fair, his attitude towards her was understandable.With that female secretary's soft words, it was Tong Yimo who put a "green hat" on Leng Yeshen.Actu...There was no conversation between them, nor any physical contact. Although they knew each other, they acted like strangers, each doing their own thing.

Liang Yimo had never taken Ma Zhijie seriously. She only knew that Ma Zhijie was a quiet, introverted boy who didn't talk much.

But the two of them spent the entire afternoon alone in a dormitory. Even though the door was open, anyone passing by would have thought Liang Yimo was Ma Zhijie's girlfriend.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Liang Yimo would pack up her things and leave alone.

As soon as she left, Ma Zhijie immediately followed her. He didn't return to his dormitory until he saw her safely board the bus.

Such a weekend, once gone, is an entire semester.

During the half year, Liang Yimo went to He Mingxu almost whenever he called, being obedient and accommodating in every way.

He Mingxu had a cold and fever, but didn't want to go to the doctor for medicine. Liang Yimo skipped school and ran over personally to take care of him, checking his condition, prescribing medicine, dispensing it, and making it for him.

He Mingxu had a stomach ache and lost his appetite. Liang Yimo cooked in their dormitory, making congee and soup for He Mingxu.

Even, He Mingxu skipped classes, Liang Yimo even went to take his place to make sure he completed his credits.

While He Mingxu moved out of the dormitory, even though he was already living with Lin Ruqin in an off-campus apartment, he still deceived Liang Yimo's feelings.

How could He Mingxu bear to deceive such a good girl's feelings

Fang Haobo and Zhang Haichang may be able to turn a blind eye to He Mingxu's actions, but Ma Zhijie has reached his limit.

In Tong Yimo's memory, there weren't many memories or impressions of Ma Zhijie.

For a whole night, Tong Yimo spent it in a daze.

The next day.

When it comes to the old master's breakfast, everyone at home must be present.

Before picking up their chopsticks, the elderly patriarch, Leng Yanting, noticed that Tong Yimo was absent. He frowned slightly: "Since you've entered this garden, you must follow its rules."

"Grandpa, Yimo isn't feeling well. I've already instructed the housekeeper to send her breakfast separately." Leng Yechen sat up straight and answered seriously.

Su Manxue seized the opportunity to fan the flames, adding fuel to the fire and saying, "Grandpa, it's better to invite a doctor to see my sister-in-law later! My sister-in-law and brother have been married for so long, if she gets pregnant at this time, I'm afraid it will affect their university entrance exams!"

"...." Leng Yechen's face was cold, he glanced at Su Manxue with a frown.

"Madam Leng didn't hear the subtext in Su Manxue's words, only focusing on her own feelings. She jokingly said: "If Yimo is pregnant with Xiaojing's child, whether she goes to college or not doesn't matter. It's you, Xiaoxue, who has to work harder. You have to catch up with my son, and give this old woman a fat grandson. Let your grandfather hold a great-grandson."

"A-Chen said that he would wait until I finished college before asking me to have children," Su Manxue said, feigning shyness.

Cold night, Chen patiently listened, without making any explanation.

"Have a doctor come later and check on Yimo at her room." Elder Cold, Leng Yanting, gave the order before finally picking up his chopsticks to eat breakfast.

For a family like the Lings with their old-fashioned rules, Su Manxue was already accustomed to it.

Even if she made a fool of herself in front of Leng Yechen, once she arrived at the Cold family estate and faced Leng Lao Ye and Madam Cold, she still behaved properly and dared not act recklessly.

She and Su Manxue both knew to please Old Master Leng and Mrs. Leng, while Tong Yimo didn't even have a clue. Su Manxue couldn't help but feel secretly pleased in her heart.

However, Su Manxue could also understand Tong Yimo's actions.

After all, this Cold Family estate and the Cold Corporation will have nothing to do with her Tong Yimo in the future. Therefore, Tong Yimo doesn't really need to please Old Master Cold and Mrs. Cold.

Unbeknownst to them, the elders in Tong Yimo's heart were not simply figures of appeasement on the surface, but individuals held in deep respect from the bottom of her heart.

Tong Yimo and Su Manxue's three views were incompatible, even when they were still best friends. Tong Yimo had already felt it back then.

Outside, two young maids were discussing her and Su Manxue.

It talks about how Su Manxue is favored by the two "big shots" of Leng's family, and how Tong Yimo is disliked by them.

Tong Yimo listened but didn't take it to heart.

Anyway, she and Su Manxue were from two different worlds. She didn't need to care about the right and wrong of the cold family's maid towards her.

Last night, she didn't eat anything and stayed up all night. When she opened her eyes again, it was almost noon.

Tong Yimo originally wanted to open the door to get some fresh air. Just as she walked to the doorway, before she even had time to pull the latch, she heard a conversation between the two maids outside the door.

"This second young mistress is really not as good as the first young mistress!"

"That's it!"

Their voices gradually faded away.

To avoid embarrassment, Tong Yimò really waited until they were far away before she opened the door.

My stomach rumbled with hunger.

Tong Yimo instinctively touched her stomach and casually closed the two door panels, then turned and entered the room to change clothes and find something to eat.

At this time, Leng Ye Chen finished his own business and walked in from outside the courtyard gate.

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