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"How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Feng Zhiming sat down beside her.

Ling Yanyan leaned her head into his arms, "You don't have to accompany me, I'm fine, you should go to the company as usual."

"But, I just want to be with you." Feng Zhiming was afraid that she would think wildly by herself, so he wanted to be with her and never leave her.

"What about the company?" Ling Yanyan looked up at him.

Feng Zhiming circled her, "It's enough for the company to have Li Rui here, and I feel more at ease when Yu Xin goes to help."

"But why do I feel that Yuxin is not willing to go?" Ling Yanyan felt Qiu Yuxin's resistance, but she agreed under Feng Zhiming's provocation.

Feng Zhiming sighed, "It's not that she doesn't want to go, she's afraid of seeing Li Rui."

"Li Rui?" Ling Yanyan understood quietly, "You mean Yu Xin and Li Rui?"

"Yes! I'll stay with you at home and create a chance for the two of them, okay?" Feng Zhiming chuckled.

Ling Yanyan stretched out her arms and wrapped them tightly around his waist, "Okay. You stay with me."

How could she not know that he was worried about her?But the knot in her heart is not so easy to untie, the pain of losing a child cannot be forgotten in a day or two.

But in front of him, she would pretend to forget everything, pretend that she had forgotten the pain, and show him her sweet smile.

The night was gloomy and completely dark except for the little street lights on the side of the road. Ling Yanyan sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with her legs bent and stared out of the window. It had been a week, but she was still there. Can't sleep in the deep night.

Feng Zhiming on the bed turned over, but couldn't find her figure, opened his eyes, put on his nightgown and got out of bed.

"Yanyan, why aren't you sleeping?" Feng Zhiming took a thin blanket and wrapped it around her cool body.

Ling Yanyan's eyes only moved, she was pulled into his arms by him, leaning against his chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, she felt at ease.

Feng Zhiming carried her back to the bed, put her in his arms, patted her on the back, and put her to sleep. For so many days, every night, as soon as he woke up, he would see her sitting alone on the sofa Staring at the night in a daze.

Ling Yanyan pursed her lips tightly, but tears still slid down silently, wet his chest, "Why are you crying?" His voice was soft, with a hint of distress.

"My heart hurts so much." Ling Yanyan finally uttered softly. For a week, she didn't say anything about the miscarriage.

Feng Zhiming touched her heart with his hand, "Don't think about anything, the child will come again." He knew what she wanted, and he knew what she wanted to make up for.

"Why didn't you tell me? You knew it a long time ago, why didn't you tell me? You clearly knew that I didn't..." Ling Yanyan's hand was tightly grasping the sleeve of his nightgown.

"You should know that apart from you, I never care about anything else." Feng Zhiming pampered her completely.

Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, "But I care, I want a child who looks like you."

"Silly Yanyan, you and I are enough. Alright, don't think about it anymore, go to sleep!" Feng Zhiming forced her to close her eyes and sleep.

When the sky dawned, the doorbell rang, and Feng Zhiming went to open the door, "Mom, why are you here?" The other people sitting in the living room were even more surprised by Yang Yunfang's appearance.

"I'll come and see Yanyan." Yang Yunfang bypassed her son and walked into the living room.

"Hi, sit down first!" Ling Yunxiang poured her a cup of tea very politely, "Yiyi, hurry up and say hello to grandma."

Although Yiyi still didn't want to get too close to her, she called out in a childish voice: "Grandma is good."

Yang Yunfang just nodded lightly, but there was still a slight change on her face.

"I want to talk to Yanyan alone." Yang Yunfang turned her head and said to Feng Zhiming.

"I'll take you up." Feng Zhiming got up.

"No need, I can go up by myself." Yang Yunfang stood up and walked up to the second floor.

Ling Yanyan was half leaning on the bed, her face still not as rosy as before, she was very surprised when she saw Yang Yunfang walk into the room.

"Ma'am." Ling Yanyan wanted to get up, but was stopped by Yang Yunfang.

"Lie down!" Although the tone did not sound very good, at least the original disdain and dissatisfaction were gone.

Ling Yanyan propped herself up, "Ma'am, you came to see me for something, right?" Yang Yunfang's appearance in front of her probably wasn't just to see her.

"Are you in good health?" Yang Yunfang looked a little indifferent, but asked words of concern.

"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan nodded, "Thank you Ma'am for your concern."

"One more thing, I have to know, are you really such an inscription of love? For him, can you be desperate?" Yang Yunfang asked a little puzzled.

The corners of Ling Yanyan's mouth rose slightly, "That's right, I love him very much. Five years ago, I gave up on him once, but after five years, I will never let go again. Even if Madam, you object again, I will With him." Ling Yanyan tightly clenched her hand under the silk quilt, giving herself the greatest courage to admit her feelings for Feng Zhiming.

"Zhiming is the only son of our Feng family, and our Feng family must have a grandson to inherit the entire family business, can you do it?" Yang Yunfang still asked a very realistic question, even if she is feudal, Patriarchal or not, this is the principle she insists on.

Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to speak, this was her sore spot.

"You can't guarantee it, right? How can you make Zhiming pay so much for you, but you can't even bear a son for him?" Yang Yunfang's aggressive words hurt Ling Yanyan's heart.

"How can you be so selfish?" Yang Yunfang originally only wanted to see her nod, as long as Ling Yanyan nodded, even if she didn't like it in her heart, she was willing to try to accept her.

However, when it came to the child, she couldn't back down even a single step. The Feng family had to have a grandson, but Ling Yanyan hesitated. She understood what it meant.

Is she selfish?Love is inherently selfish, isn't it?She won't give up, this time, she definitely won't!

"Ma'am, I love him, and for him, I am willing to put in all my efforts, isn't that okay?" Ling Yanyan's eyes were fixed on her.

Yang Yunfang stood up, "If Yushu hadn't knelt down and begged me to accept you, I wouldn't have come here, and I don't want my son to be unhappy, but you have to give something, understand?" After finishing speaking, Yang Yunfang left the bedroom, leaving Ling Yanyan alone.

Ling Yanyan put her hand on her still flat belly. She was very saddened by the loss of her child, but she could do everything for Zhiming.

As soon as Feng Zhiming walked into the room, he saw her hand caressing her lower abdomen, her head was slightly drooping, and there was a hint of worry in her eyes.

"Yanyan." He took a step towards her, sat down beside her, pinched her chin lightly with his fingers, and made her look at him, "What did my mother tell you?"

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