Chapter 14
Yan Yiren was worried about her after all.

A girl is often involved in various social dinners, it's okay if she is not drunk, if she is drunk, wouldn't it be an opportunity for others to take advantage of?

"Yi Ren, you have more and more nagging potential." Ling Yunhuan was on the other end, giggling, "I'm smart, and no one can take advantage of me. Tell me, what's the matter with calling me ?”

Yan Yiren seemed a little embarrassed to speak, Ling Yunhuan threatened: "If you don't say anything, I will die."

"It's about me and Han Jiang..."

After talking about the matter again, Yan Yiren didn't know what to do, "Huanhuan, you said that I have been so persistent, will it be too..."

"No." Ling Yunhuan said firmly, "Yiren, you did the right thing. Girls should clean up and love themselves, just like your mother told you, if Han Jiang loves you, he will not force you. Besides , he should also understand you."

"However, I always feel that it is a bit cruel to him..."

"What's so cruel?" Ling Yun laughed even more joyously, "Men, when it's difficult, both left and right hands can solve it."

Yan Yiren looked surprised, "Huanhuan, how do you know so much?"

Ling Yunhuan was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "I recently made a boyfriend, so I naturally know a lot more. It's not like you, you are still a little girl now."

"Huanhuan, you're not kind, you don't even bring me a boyfriend to check on you." Yan Yiren ignored her joke.

"It's not as good as your Han Jiang, and he's a little bit too much, so let's observe for a while. When the time is right, I will bring him to see you."

…………

A week later, it will be the anniversary of the death of Yan Yiren's mother, Xiao Xinyue.

On this day, she asked for leave, turned off her mobile phone, went to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of her mother's favorite daisies, and came to the cemetery.

Yan Ningkang is an asshole, and Mrs. Yan is not an asshole. After Xiao Xinyue died of illness, Mrs. Yan spent a lot of money to bury her in the most expensive cemetery in Ningcheng, which also has the best Fengshui.

As if to suit the occasion, the weather was gray and drizzling.

Yan Yiren didn't open an umbrella, and came to Xiao Xinyue's tombstone alone, and put Daisy in front of the tombstone.

"Mom, I'm here to see you."

For Xiao Xinyue, Yan Yiren loves and fears at the same time.

As far back as she could remember, Xiao Xinyue seldom hugged her. When someone else's child fell down, her mother would hold her in her arms and comfort her.

Xiao Xinyue will not.

She would just stand aside with cold eyes and tell her that if you fall down, you have to learn to stand up by yourself, no one can stay by your side forever and help you up.

Later, with the fear of her mother, she worked hard and worked hard to learn the etiquette and expertise of various celebrities according to her requirements.

For a while, my mother was depressed and locked herself in the bedroom all day.

Gradually, the number of quarrels with Yan Ningkang increased, and the number of times Yan Ningkang went home became less and less.

From the servant's gossip, she knew that Yan Ningkang was looking for a mistress.

From the quarrel between her mother and Yan Ningkang, she also knew that the mistress was Yan Ningkang's ex-girlfriend, and before getting married, she had been disconnected and gave birth to a daughter who was older than her.

The misfortune of marriage made Xiao Xinyue's condition worse, and finally died of illness.

Yan Ningkang brought Ruan Yufeng and Yan Shudan into the room. Only then did Yan Yi understand what hatred is.

When she grew up, and learned more about her mother from her grandma, Yan Yiren felt sorry for her mother even more.

(End of this chapter)

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