e with Tong Yimo, but...That day, Siyan cried and said to him, “Ajing... I know, it’s too late for me to say this now. But, I still want to tell you. I love you… I always have loved you… The past fiv..."I'm sorry you had to go through this." Leng Zhujing rubbed Tong Yimo's head again.

Tong Yimò shook her head, once again prostrating herself in Leng Zhujing's embrace, gently hugging him, pursed her lips, and said with deep affection: "Marrying you, I don't feel wronged at all."

Because he was the one who rescued her from the fire and water, wasn't he

If he hadn't appeared in time, she would have continued to go on blind dates aimlessly and might even end up marrying some random man.

Although the saying goes, "Poverty-stricken couples have nothing but sorrow."

But in Tong Yimo's heart, whether a man has money or not doesn't matter. As long as he is the man she likes, and he treats her well, loves her, loves this home, and doesn't betray her, it's enough if he earns enough to live.

Therefore, Tong Yimò didn't care at all whether Leng Zhùjing had money.

A woman's second half of life, as long as she marries the right person, is the greatest happiness.

Tong Yimo hopes to be a happy woman.

The two of them had been lying in bed for so long, it was truly just a simple embrace. Leng Zhudjing didn't have the slightest bit of desire for Tong Yimo on that side.

One reason was that he felt she was still too young, only eighteen years old. The other reason was that he felt she should save her first time for their wedding night, so they could have a beautiful memory to look back on in the future.

"Let's go eat! Otherwise, the food will get cold!" Tong Yimo said with a smile.

Leng Zhujing responded with an "Mhm," and as he sat up, he also pulled Tong Yimo up with him.

At the dinner table, Tong Yimò kept putting dishes into Leng Zhujing's bowl. She even removed the bones from the fish before putting it in his bowl.

Leng Zhujing smiled knowingly, and in the same way, picked up a piece of fish meat. After removing the small thorns inside, he personally fed it to Tong Yimo's mouth.

He wants to pamper his little wife in his own way.

Tong Yimo looked at the cold midday scenery, her beautiful big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, chewing on fish meat in her mouth, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly with happiness.

Although I didn't have a good day today, it doesn't affect my mood to continue working at the company this afternoon.

He is an architect, working hard to take on more projects so that he can earn back the money. Of course, from now on, things might be a little harder for him.

He knew exactly what kind of girl Yimò was, after getting to know her over this period of time.

Eighteen-year-old Yi Mo possessed a psychological age that was incongruent with her outward appearance.

She is kind and gentle, not materialistic, not cowardly, not fond of makeup, not blindly admiring foreign cultures. In life, she is frugal and thrifty; at work, she is diligent and hardworking.

Now, in their Binjiang City, many 18-year-old girls, most of whom have just entered university, are all like flowers in a greenhouse.

Perhaps because of her family background

Liang Xiangru once mentioned to Leng Zh Jing that his adopted sister, Tong Yimo, had a difficult upbringing. Yimo's adoptive mother was harsh and critical towards her, making Yimo responsible for most of the household chores and even forcing her to quit school and work. While her adoptive father was kind to her, he was weak and ineffective.

As for her adopted brother, Liang Xiangru, even though he used to protect her, he was just an average man. He had trouble supporting his own girlfriend, let alone giving her any living expenses.

With her strength and independence, Mo's resilience was evident to him. He saw it with his own eyes and felt compassion in his heart.

She and he, on some spiritual level, were so alike, weren't they

So, even if his first love, Ji Siyan, came back and wanted to get back together with him, he didn't want to disappoint this girl who shared his fate.

"Yi Mo, do you ever want to find your biological parents" Leng Zhu Jing suddenly asked in a serious tone.

Yi Mo's life story is indeed a bit bumpy.

Finding one's biological parents is very, very difficult, isn't it

After so many years, she was still sold to Xizhen. There was no clue at all, where should she start looking from

The Liang family had raised her, while the Tong family…

Tong Yimo recalled the days when she lived with her father and mother, Tong. She treated them as her biological parents, but they kept it a secret from her, watching her use her happiness to pay off their debts.

But thankfully, Father Tong and Mother Tong weren't entirely selfish. After clearing their debts with the money, they told her the truth.

At least, they gave her a surname!

This person's warmth and coldness, the world's indifference...

Tong Yi Mo slightly lowered her eyelids, tidying up the bowls and chopsticks on the table while tightly pressing her thin lips together, shaking her head with a heart-wrenching sigh.

Raising her eyes, she looked at Leng Zhujing and smiled softly: “I already have you!”

From now on, he is her family.

After Leng Zhujing understood Tong Yimo's intentions, he met her bright eyes with a knowing smile, then helped her clear the remaining dishes from the table.

"Yimo, before me, did you ever have a love" After dinner, Leng Zhujing hugged Tong Yimo while sitting on the sofa resting, he suddenly asked.

Tong Yimo was stunned, and as she recalled her former boyfriend He Mingxu, a sharp pain inexplicably pierced her chest.

That day, when she went on a blind date with him, she said she had never been in love. Actually, he knew she was lying to him.

Emi was actually a girl who was pretty even without makeup, and she had a naturally pure beauty. So before she met him, there must have been boys who pursued her.

"Yes!" Tong Yimo fell silent for a moment before softly replying. After a pause, she defended herself like a child who had done something wrong, "But I haven't slept with him, I only hugged and held his hand with him, I didn't even receive a kiss..."

Speaking of kisses...

Tong Yimo only then remembered, her first kiss, had been forcefully taken away by that stranger who broke into her apartment in the middle of the night through her balcony.

And her body, had also been forcibly touched by that man...

Although she had kept it intact the first time, recalling this moment, Tong Yimo suddenly felt dirty and ashamed, feeling unworthy of such a beautiful scene.

She is actually a rather traditional and conservative girl. She can't let go of those things.

Tong Yimo always insisted, her first time must be kept for the wedding night.

"I know, I was just asking casually. Even if it's not your first time, I don't care. All I know is that from now on, you belong to me alone." Leng Zhujing smiled knowingly, raised his hand and gently rubbed the top of Tong Yimo's head.

Suddenly, he couldn't explain why he was so curious about her past relationships.

Tong Yimo looked up and saw Leng Zhulang. She believed him and said she didn't care if it was her first time, a sense of relief washed over her instantly.

In other words, he didn't care who she had kissed or touched before. All that mattered was that from now on, she belonged to him.

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