After I left my job, I became pregnant with my ex-boss’s child.

Mr. Leng never bows his head, even if he is wrong, even if he can use money to solve it, he will never admit it.

His status also gave him this kind of arrogance.

Now, he looked at Wei Yan weakly and said, "I'm sorry."

Wei Yan's eyes turned red: "Mr. Leng, don't talk for now. Save your energy and wait for the ambulance to come."

Diandian said sensibly: "Yes, Grandpa, don't talk, shush..."

His little fingers covered the old man's pale lips.

Mr. Leng's breathing has become very difficult. He has to exert all his strength to breathe back, and his breathing becomes louder and louder.

He looked at Diandian with nostalgia, then raised his eyes to look at Leng Yeting.

Leng Yeting held his hand tightly and felt that his fingertips were losing warmth. Leng Yeting had never been so scared before.

"Grandpa..." he called tremblingly.

When Mr. Leng exhaled his last breath and there was no more movement, Leng Yeting's tears rolled down.

Wei Yan looked sideways, her heart heavy as if being pressed by a big stone.

Facing life and death for the first time, Diandian seemed to be confused and realized that he might lose his great-grandfather forever, and he suddenly burst into tears.

"Grandpa!" cried Diandian loudly, "Grandpa, please speak, please speak, Grandpa! Woo hoo hoo..."

Wei Yan was completely infected by the little crying, and her tears fell.

This rain cloud spanned thousands of miles and came from the East China Sea. It rubbed shoulders with the cold air from the north and south several times, causing its direction to shift and hit Anseong head-on. The rain became heavier and heavier, and there were heavy rains.

For two days in a row, the whole city seemed to be soaked in water. It was also during these two days that Leng Yeting broke out with a high fever.

Diandian also fell into sadness, having nightmares every night, and crying in Wei Yan's arms when she woke up.

Wei Yan suddenly wondered whether it was right or wrong to take Diandian to a nursing home, exposing him to life and death prematurely at such a young age.

She must not be able to go to school, so Diandian just sits in Wei Yan's arms in a daze, her eyes seeming like she is watching a cartoon on TV, or as if she has drifted to a far, far away place.

Wei Yan's cell phone that was placed on the coffee table suddenly rang.

Wei Yan stood up and picked it up. The call was from Song Zhi.

Wei Yan spoke to Diandian, opened the small lounge next to the living room, and went in to pick up the call.

After Mr. Leng was born, his body has been at the medical examiner's office for the past two days.

Leng Yeting didn't want his grandfather to die in vain, so Song Zhi specifically said hello, hoping that the forensic doctor would not do a full autopsy and only touch the most obvious injuries.

Now, the forensic results are out.

Data is the most credible thing in the world. It extremely accurately restores what Mr. Leng experienced during his lifetime.

Song Zhi's voice was heavy and he said that he would send the report to Wei Yan's mailbox later. However, Song Zhi hesitated to tell Leng Yeting about this matter now.

Wei Yan said: "No, if you want to say something, then I will say it."

What Song Zhi wanted to hear most was what Wei Yan said. After thanking Wei Yan, he asked about Leng Yeting's physical condition.

Wei Yan raised her head and looked toward the master bedroom upstairs. After thinking for a while, she said in a very soft voice: "It's still burning. I just took my temperature half an hour ago. It's thirty-eight degrees nine."

"So high..." Song Zhi was worried.

"Don't worry, he will be fine soon. He can already drink porridge."

All day yesterday, he couldn't eat anything, he was in a daze, and his whole body felt hot.

Wei Yan asked the doctor to come to his home and give him a bottle of water, and his body temperature finally dropped from [-] degrees Celsius.

In the morning, she wanted to let him eat something, so she made preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and he gave her face and ate half of the bowl.

Song Zhi nodded there, hesitated for a long time, and said: "There is one more thing..."

"what's up?"

"Where should I put the old man's coffin? According to tradition, it should be returned to the Leng family mansion, and the mourning hall should be located there, but..."

However, the Leng family's mansion is currently occupied by Leng Xinyue's family.