"How are you? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?" Feng Zhiming sat down next to 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 stay with you." Feng Zhiming was afraid that she would have random thoughts when she was alone, so he wanted to stay with her and never leave her.
"What about the company?" Ling Yanyan raised her head and looked at him.
Feng Zhiming hugged her, "It's enough if Li Rui is here in the company. I feel more at ease if Yu Xin helps."
"But why do I feel that Yu Xin is not willing to go?" Ling Yanyan felt Qiu Yuxin's resistance, but she agreed under Feng Zhiming's encouragement.
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 will stay with you at home and create an opportunity for the two of them, okay?" Feng Zhiming chuckled.
Ling Yanyan stretched out her arms and hugged his waist tightly, "Okay. You stay with me."
How could she not know that he was worried about her? But how could the knot in her heart be opened so easily? The pain of losing a child could not be forgotten in a day or two.
But in front of him, she had to pretend to forget everything, pretend she had forgotten the pain, and open her sweet smile to him.
The night was gloomy and completely dark. Except for the few street lights on the roadside, Ling Yanyan sat on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, with her legs bent and staring out the window. It had been a week, but she was still there.
I couldn't sleep in the deep night.
Feng Zhiming turned over on the bed, unable to find her figure. He opened his eyes, put on his nightgown and got out of bed.
"Yanyan, why don't you sleep again?" Feng Zhiming took a thin blanket and wrapped it around her slightly cold body.
Ling Yanyan's eyes just moved, her body was pulled into his arms, and she leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, which made her feel safe.
Feng Zhiming carried her back to the bed, put her in his arms, patted her back, and coaxed 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 the tears still slid down silently and wet his chest. "Why are you crying?" His voice was soft, with a hint of distress.
"My heart hurts so much." Ling Yanyan finally vomited softly. For a week, she had not said a word about miscarriage.
Feng Zhiming's hand touched her heart, "Don't think about anything, there will be another child." 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 obviously knew that I didn't..." Ling Yanyan's hands tightly grasped the sleeves of his nightgown.
"You should know that I never care about anyone else except you." Feng Zhiming doted on her.
Ling Yanyan lowered her eyes, "But I will care. I want a child who looks like you."
"Silly Yanyan, having you is enough for me. Okay, stop thinking about it and go to sleep!" Feng Zhiming forced her to close her eyes and sleep.
As the sky lit up, the doorbell rang. Feng Zhiming walked over and opened the door, "Mom, why are you here?" Several other people sitting in the living room were even more surprised by Yang Yunfang's appearance.
"I'm here to see Yanyan." Yang Yunfang bypassed her son and walked directly into the living room.
"Hello, please sit down for a moment!" Ling Yunxiang poured her a cup of tea politely, "Yiyi, say hello to grandma quickly."
Although Yiyi still didn't want to get too close to her, she called out in a childish voice: "Hello, grandma."
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 to Feng Zhiming and said.
"I'll take you up." Feng Zhiming stood up.
"No, I can just 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. When she saw Yang Yunfang walking into the room, she was very surprised.
"Madam." Ling Yanyan wanted to get up, but was stopped by Yang Yunfang.
"Lie down!" Although his tone didn't sound very good, at least it no longer contained the original contempt and dissatisfaction.
Ling Yanyan stood up and said, "Madam, you came to see me for something, right?" If Yang Yunfang appeared in front of her, he probably didn't just come to see her.
"Are you feeling well?" Yang Yunfang looked a little cold, but she asked with caring words.
"I'm fine." Ling Yanyan nodded, "Thank you, Madam, for your concern."
"There's one more thing I need to know. Are you really that loving? Are you willing to risk everything for him?" Yang Yunfang asked with some confusion.
The corners of Ling Yanyan's mouth raised slightly, "Yes, I love him very much. I gave up on him once five years ago, but I will never let him go again in five years. Even if you object again, madam, I will
With him." Ling Yanyan held her hands under the silk quilt tightly, 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 pass on the entire family business. Can you do it?" Yang Yunfang still asked a very realistic question, even if she is said to be feudal,
It doesn't matter whether she favors boys over girls, this is the principle she adheres to.
Ling Yanyan was stunned for a moment and didn't know how to speak. This was her pain point.
"You can't guarantee it, right? How can you let Zhiming pay so much for you, but you can't even give birth to a son for him?" Yang Yunfang's words were aggressive and stung 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, she was willing to try to accept her, even if she was unhappy in her heart.
However, when it comes to children, she cannot take a step back. The Feng family must have a grandson, but Ling Yanyan hesitates. She understands what this means.
Is she selfish? Love is inherently selfish, isn't it? She won't give up, and this time, she definitely won't!
"Madam, I love him and I am willing to make all my efforts for him. Isn't that enough?" Ling Yanyan stared at her with her eyes.
Yang Yunfang stood up and said, "If Yushu hadn't knelt down and begged me to accept you, I wouldn't have come here. I don't want my son to be unhappy, but you have to give something, do you understand?" After speaking,
Yang Yunfang left the bedroom, leaving Ling Yanyan alone.
Ling Yanyan put her hand on her still flat belly. She was very sad about the loss of her child, but she would make every effort for it.
As soon as Feng Zhiming walked into the room, he saw her hand stroking her lower abdomen, her head hanging slightly, and her eyes with a touch of worry.
"Yanyan." He walked towards her, sat down next to her, gently pinched her chin with his fingers, and asked her to look at him, "What did my mother tell you?"