Leng Yichen wrapped his arms around Shu Qiqi's waist, refusing to let her leave, his voice still muddled with sleepiness.
He must have been foolish with sleep to say such a thing.
Shu Qiqi pried his hands away, standing on one leg, "It won't be for much longer."
Her brows were drooping, her heart indescribably heavy.
Yet her voice was cold and devoid of emotion.
Her words fell over the man like a bucket of cold water, instantly sobering him up.
So, she hated this identity that much, huh… Leng Yichen, when did you sink so low as to beg a woman?
He turned and wheeled the wheelchair in: "I will have someone take you back."
Returning to the Leng residence, the grandmother had gone back to the old house, and it was said that Leng Yichen's father had brought home a young girl to take as his wife.
Perhaps it was fate. With the old lady gone, Shu Qiqi's departure became even smoother.