The Child Is Not a Bargaining Chip

After getting off work from the flower shop, Yiren didn't go directly back to the Ji family's residence but made a trip back to the Long Mansion.

"Sister, don't be so upset. So what if he has a child? You and Brother - in - law are in love, and no one can separate you," Yan Ziyun comforted Yiren in the Long Mansion.

"Am I upset?" Yiren looked up and asked, even wearing a faint smile.

Don't think that just because you're smiling, others can't tell you're feeling bad inside. You can look at it more optimistically. Look at me. Even though I have a child, I'm still not with the child's father, right? So the child doesn't affect anything at all," Yan Ziyun said while sucking on a jelly. No one could believe that she was already 24 years old and the mother of a six - year - old child!

"Speaking of this, I just remembered what I forgot to ask. What was the issue between you and that man yesterday afternoon that made you throw your ice cream at him?" Last night, when she went to deliver flowers, she happened to see Yan Ziyun throw a half - eaten ice cream at a handsome man, and then she ran away as if she had seen a ghost, while the man's face turned livid.

Unexpectedly, Yan Ziyun, who was always fearless, could be afraid of someone!

"I have a huge issue with him. I stole the most precious thing from him! Anyway, I'll keep running away every time I see him, and there's nothing he can do about it," She stole his high - quality sperm and then gave birth to Haoning. Is this kind of issue big enough?

"What did you steal from him? Just return it to him," Yiren advised.

"If it were that easy to solve, I wouldn't have to run away," Yan Ziyun said as she walked outside. "I have something to do later, so I can't keep you company. You have to cheer up. My brother - in - law is an excellent man. Don't let him go easily!" After saying that, Yan Ziyun threw the jelly's plastic shell into the trash can and walked outside.

"You still haven't told me what exactly you stole from that person!" Yiren asked Yan Ziyun, who had already reached the door.

"Sperm! The sperm used to have Haoning!" Yan Ziyun's voice came from outside the house, and her tone was as natural as if she were talking about the most ordinary thing.

Yiren was stunned for a long time. Yan Ziyun meant that the handsome man was Haoning's father. No wonder he looked so familiar. It was because Haoning had inherited his father's appearance.

Yan Ziyun really dares to do anything. She even dares to do something like this!

Yiren let out a soft sigh. Yan Ziyun was always more free and easy than her. Even if the sky were to fall, she would still smile and say that there are tall people to hold it up!

"I'm going back now," Yiren picked up the car keys, said to the maid, and then walked out of the Long Mansion.

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"Good evening, Young Mistress," The maid stood aside and greeted respectfully.

"Mom Lin, I want to have some porridge for dinner tonight. Could you please cook some for me?" Yiren said to the maid, Mom Lin. Recently, she didn't have much of an appetite, so she wanted to have some porridge.

"Young Mistress, the Young Master has already given instructions. The porridge is being cooked and will be ready soon," Mom Lin said.

"Oh! Thank you," Yiren was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Is he back?"

"You mean the Young Master? The Young Master has already returned and is in the study now,"

"I see," Yiren said, then turned and went upstairs. When passing the second floor, she paused for a moment. In the end, she gave up the idea of going to the study to see Ji Minze and directly went up to the third floor and back to the bedroom.

After taking a shower, Yiren came downstairs for dinner.

"Has Minze had his dinner?" Yiren still asked. They hadn't dined together for several days.

"The Young Master is busy and has instructed not to be disturbed at this time. He will come down for dinner when he's done with his work," The maid replied.

"I understand," Yiren nodded and scooped up the still boiling porridge to eat. Seafood porridge had always been her favorite, and she liked to eat hot food. But today, it seemed to taste a bit off.

Was he worried that his presence would cause her trouble?

Or was he really too busy recently?

She always fell asleep before he came back and left before he woke up. It seemed that there was less interaction in their lives!

It seemed that this way, when they met each other, there would be less awkwardness.

As Yiren thought about this, she was so lost in thought that instead of putting the spoon into the bowl, she knocked over the bowl of porridge. Suddenly, the boiling porridge spilled out and onto the table.

"Young Mistress!" The maid exclaimed and quickly pulled Yiren, who was still sitting, to avoid the porridge on the table from flowing onto her.

"Sorry," Yiren came back to her senses and apologized. Her right hand stung. She guessed that it was because the porridge had splashed on it when it spilled.

"Young Mistress, your hand!" The maid reminded her.

"It's okay," Yiren walked to the sink, rinsed it with cold water, and then gently dried it with a cloth.

Coming out, Yiren said to the maid,

"I don't have much of an appetite. I'll go sit in the back garden for a while. You can go and rest," After saying that, Yiren walked out of the main building and came to the pavilion in the back garden.

On a summer night, it was so hot that there was hardly a trace of cool breeze. However, the moon was hanging high in the sky at the moment. The moonlight combined with the lights gave the entire back garden a hazy beauty. She sat on the chair in the pavilion, stretched her feet up, hugged her knees with both hands, and rested her head on her knees.

She sat there quietly, thinking about nothing. She liked this feeling of having no burden, as if she had returned to the past when her biggest worry was money!

And now she had enough money. Whether in the Long family or the Ji family, she could live a comfortable and luxurious life for several lifetimes. She realized that not having money was not the greatest pain. The greatest pain was losing the direction in life, which made people feel confused and empty.