Chapter 378: Eat the Medicine First

that she didn't even want to take him to the hospital anymore, which directly led her to call the police, causing the police to take both her and this old man to the police station together."Is anyon...“Xiao Wei, just take the medicine first. Don’t say anything else, okay” Tong Yimo choked back tears. The ice around her heart had melted because of his current frailness, but reason kept her from crossing the line. “Please, cherish yourself. Let's both let go, okay I’m already married, and you already have your own child. There’s truly no possibility between us! Don’t torture yourself anymore…”

"Are you really married"

"Yes, I'm actually already married."

"Divorce him and come back to me, okay"

"Xiao Wei, don't do that."

“Mo Mo, can we please start over I don't want to deal with Ji Si Yan anymore, or even Shang Xuan. All I want is for you to come back to me. We can just stay here by our grandmother’s grave and spend the rest of our lives together, okay”

Leng Zhujing struggled to push herself up from Tong Yimo's arms, leaning her side to look at her.

His long fingers, trembling slightly, cupped her cheek.

That day, we parted ways in the rain. I've been looking for you ever since. I thought you'd be staying at a hotel, and that you would use a fake name to avoid me, so I went from hotel to hotel asking them to show me the surveillance footage. Finally, I found you, but you brought a man to anger me. Mo Mo, I can give up anything, but I can't live without you.

Cold Noon's words were both heartfelt and melodious.

Tong Yimo met his gaze, raised her hand, and moved away the hand he had cupped on her cheek. Her voice was cold and distant as she said, "I'm pregnant with his child."

Her words, like a knife, pierced deeply into his heart.

Leng Zhujing's gaze slowly moved downward, finally settling on her flat abdomen.

Tong Yi Mo blushed and covered her abdomen, frowning as she added, "I checked this morning."

"You..." Leng Zhujing stared at him with disbelief.

"Now, we both already have children of our own, so..."

"How is he to you" he interrupted her.

He is very kind to me.

The scene of that day at the hotel flashed through Leng Zhu's mind. Though the man appeared to be a carefree rogue, he seemed genuinely kind to Mo Mo.

He finally relented, picking up the pills from Tong Yimo's palm and shoving them into his mouth, swallowing them dryly.

Tong Yimo raised her eyes happily and hurriedly held out a cup of water to him.

Cold Zhulang smiled wryly at Tong Yimo, took the cup of water, and symbolically took a sip.

"I should be going now. When you've recovered, go visit your grandma! Her grave is on the hillside behind us; there's a path leading up." Tong Yimo said calmly.

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Leng Zhulang put down his water glass, took her hand, and said gently, "It's almost dark now. I don't feel comfortable with you going down the mountain alone. Let's leave tomorrow!"

Tong Yimo unconsciously glanced out the window. The sunset had long disappeared, and at some point, night had quietly fallen.

At this moment, she couldn't catch the minibus to town as it was going downhill.

"Gu—"

A chorus of growls from hungry bellies.

Tong Yi Mo cast a glance back at Leng Zhu Jing.

Cold Noon awkwardly smiled: "I haven't eaten anything today..."

Tong Yimo calmly got up and went to the kitchen.

Making a fire, cooking, washing vegetables, chopping vegetables...

After Leng Zhuxiang got out of bed, he stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Tong Yimo's figure busily working in the kitchen. He vaguely remembered the scene of his grandmother cooking for him and Yimo in this kitchen back then.

It's fine, MoMo isn't his biological cousin...

Tong Yi Mo sat on the stool behind the dark earthen stove, holding a fire blower and rekindled the fire in the pit, then added a few more dry twigs.

If he hadn't come here relying on his memory, he wouldn't have known that his MoMo had such a capable side.

She tends the garden and vegetable patch, grows herbs, and even repairs the thatched cottage, keeping everything in good order.

"I saw the design drawings you left here. Are you planning to build a wooden house without steel and concrete yourself" Leng Zhujing leaned against the door frame, supporting himself with effort, asked.

Tong Yimo rose from behind the stove and walked back to it. She lifted the pot lid and started cooking, unable to contain her pride as she said, "What do you think Isn't my design pretty good Building a wooden house myself, nestled against the mountains, facing the sea of clouds."

"A courtyard of over ten acres, eight or nine thatched huts. Ulm and willow trees shade the back eaves, while peach and plum blossoms line the front porch." Leng Zhujing smiled happily, blurting out.

Tong Yimò raised her eyes and glanced at Leng Zhùjing. Seeing that his complexion had improved, she teased, "You're a literature student who was delayed by STEM, you actually guessed the source of inspiration for my design."

“The man who could make you give up your peaceful life and bear his child must have touched your heart in some way.” Leng Zhujing’s smile gradually faded, and he lowered his head, looking forlorn.

Mo Mo married an architect again. Does that mean she actually always had him in her heart

After all, at the beginning, she majored in architectural design because of him.

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