The expression on Yan Shuirou's charming face froze, and it took a long time before she managed to break into a smile: "You mean, as long as you can't inherit the Li family, Ya'er and I will continue to live in such a shady life?"

"Ya'er is a young lady from the Li family. There is nothing to be ashamed of." Li Beicheng pursed his lips, with a hint of impatience on his brows: "You also know that Yan Xiaye has been rejecting me recently. If I keep in touch with you, what if she finds out?

Grandma insists on getting a divorce. All my years of hard work are meaningless. Do you want to see me become penniless?"

Of course Yan Shuirou didn't want Beicheng to be left penniless.

But she was even more afraid that one day Li Beicheng would really inherit the Li family, and the wife who could legitimately stay by his side would still not be her!

By that time, Li Beicheng's identity was even more different than before. Even if she was Ya'er's mother, she could not rely on her child to hold his heart forever.

After running through several thoughts quickly in her mind, Yan Shuirou's eyes softened along with her body, and she leaned into his arms like a cat: "I know that you are lying to Yan Xiaye, but you haven't come here recently.

I, I feel very uncomfortable."

We work in the same company and have a manager-secretary relationship, so it is natural for us to see each other every day.

Therefore, the word "find" immediately became meaningful.

Li Beicheng frowned in irritation, letting Yan Shuirou gently pull open his smoky gray tie, her charming eyes clinging to him: "Beicheng, you are so cruel, don't you miss me at all?"

Even though the person he was thinking about was Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng still reacted to Yan Shuirou's skillful teasing.

Manipulating the center console to lower the car seat, he pressed Yan Shuirou roughly under his body. He raised his hand to brush away her hair that covered her face, and examined the resemblance between her and Yan Xiaye.

Yan Shuirou didn't hate him for being rude, but she hated him staring at her for so long. She quickly put her arms around his shoulders coquettishly and couldn't wait to put her red lips to hers: "Beicheng, I miss you so much..."

"I miss you too." Li Beicheng replied perfunctorily with words of love, imagining Yan Xiaye being ravaged by him in his mind, and the heat in his body increased accordingly.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Shuirou licked her lips, arranged her clothes, blew a kiss to Li Beicheng, and hurried home.

In her room, Yan Shuirou sat on the bed and took out a file from the drawer near her hand. The name at the top was the word Huang Qian.

Yan Shuirou looked at the document for a long time with fearful eyes, then opened his laptop and typed out an identical file.

After that, she moved her fingertips slightly to delete some of the above information and added a few more words to express her deep condolences.

After the printing was successful, Yan Shuirou smiled silently, crumpled the original file into a ball, and threw it into the shredder to become crumbs.

Li Beicheng asked her to find this file and send it to him as soon as possible. Yan Xiaye would rather give up Mrs. Li's position for this file...

No matter what they wanted to do with this file, she would completely cut off the clues and never give Yan Xiaye any hope.

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Li Yuntang's private villa.

The mixed aroma of various dishes lingered throughout the house, and what was on the table was no longer the hotel dishes carefully prepared by the chefs and nannies, but the rare taste of home cooking.

Yan Xiaye cleaned up the messy kitchen and excitedly prepared to run to the children's room, but in the process he fainted while holding on to the table.

Li Yuntang had just put the last dish on the table, and frowned when he saw this. He didn't care about his injured hand for a moment, and his strong arms directly wrapped around her slender waist, bringing her back to his arms easily.

Suddenly, a vaguely cold fragrance was very close at hand.

Yan Xiaye held her forehead and was still confused. She looked at the handsome man and couldn't figure out when she was so close to her little uncle.

Li Yuntang suppressed a groan and put Yan Xiaye, who was blushing, on the ground. His leather gloves were wet: "You are sick. Have a good rest after dinner and don't mess around."

Yan Xiaye's eyes were blurred, he tilted his head for a long time before nodding, and walked towards the children's room as originally planned.

Halfway through, she realized that Li Yuntang was treating her the same way he treated Xiao Yunduo.

Could it be that she had always been a child in front of him and not like a woman at all?

Flattening his mouth in inexplicable annoyance, Yan Xiaye opened the door, squatted down by the bed, and gently shook the sleeping little guy: "Yunduo, here are your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs and Coke chicken wings.

Would you like to wake up first?"

The child was sleeping soundly, dazed and unwilling to wake up.

Yan Xiaye stretched out her hand to test the gradually cooling temperature on his forehead, relaxed her mood and called out a few more times, but had no choice but to return.

Gently closing the door, she became playful as she passed by the corridor. When she returned, she stood on tiptoe, ready to scare her little uncle.

Sneaking closer to the man's back, Yan Xiaye's eyes were firmly attracted by the red hand on the man before he could think of how to scare him.

"Li Yuntang!" She gasped in fright, hurriedly turned to kneel down in front of him, and carefully took the gauze from the man's hand: "How can you handle it by yourself? I need to call Mr. Yan Jiu to come over!"

"It's not a big deal." Li Yuntang looked at her nervousness in a funny way: "Don't move, I'll just let Yan Jiu come."

Yan Xiaye's hand stopped in mid-air as he unwrapped the gauze, hesitating whether he should take emergency measures: "Are you afraid that I might hurt you with my clumsy movements?"

The man smiled slightly, elegantly: "I'm afraid I'll scare you."

It was okay if he didn't say it. After saying this, Yan Xiaye couldn't hold back the tears he had endured all night.

Tears were like broken beads running across her burning red face, falling on the carpet and disappearing.

Li Yuntang was so gentle to her, even if he had ulterior motives from the beginning, she was still willing to do it.

Rather, she was glad that she still had a little bit of use value, otherwise she would not be qualified to help Li Yuntang in her entire life, let alone repay his kindness.

"Uncle, I..." she choked, feeling so painful that she couldn't breathe. She whispered softly intermittently: "I know what you want, and I am willing to agree to it. I just ask you to never do anything to me again in the future."

I am so gentle."

The reason why she and Li Beicheng got to where they are today is because this marriage was wrong from beginning to end, and of course it wouldn't end well.

It was just for profit from the beginning. She was the only one who was kept in the dark and mistakenly took Li Beicheng's grievances as his true intentions, so he showed his sincerity in vain.

This time, she must fully understand her position and never make the same mistake as last time.

No one knows better than her that she married into the Li family not only to repay her kindness, but also secretly had selfish intentions for Li Beicheng, which is why she ended up miserable and indirectly ruined her life.
Chapter completed!