She's a shrewd and sweet woman who transmigrated into a book.

Chapter 172 Made from the same mold

Liu Jingyi's furrowed brows clearly indicated that she was troubled, and there was no need to guess what was going on.

Leng Yunting disliked seeing her looking so gloomy; his arrogant expression was much better than it was now.

"Let's eat first!"

Liu Jingyi hummed in agreement; she was indeed hungry.

During the meal, she focused solely on eating, and the previous tediousness disappeared.

After finishing his meal, Leng Yunting went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

In the past, Liu Jingyi would not have paid any attention to it.

For some reason, she felt a little flustered today. She got up and went to the kitchen. Listening to the sound of water, she said something.
"Honey, how about I help you?"

Leng Yunting, who was washing the dishes, paused for a moment. "No need."

Liu Jingyi was just putting on an act. Of course, she knew that Leng Yunting didn't want her to do any work, which was why she opened her mouth.

She has indeed become extravagant and dissolute in recent years. Of course, we can't blame her; she's been spoiled by Leng Yunting.

Looking at Leng Yunting's expression, Liu Jingyi instinctively felt that something was wrong with him.

She felt a little panicked. She kept wondering if that idiot Fu Jiexuan had told him, but since he didn't say anything, she instinctively didn't dare to ask.

Liu Jingyi stood behind him, quietly watching him wash the bowl clean.

After Leng Yunting dried his hands, she still couldn't help herself.

She disliked the strange atmosphere, and she had a strong feeling that Leng Yunting must know.

"Is there something you want to ask me?"

Liu Jingyi is not someone who can keep a secret; she can't even pretend to.

Leng Yunting turned around, lowered his eyes and looked at her quietly. Perhaps because she had just woken up, her hair was a little messy, her face was rosy, and her eyes were somewhat uneasy.

Liu Jingyi's unease was quite unusual.

Her large, dark eyes darted around, and her fair fingers were clenched tightly together.

Whenever Leng Yunting saw her looking so uneasy, there were some things he simply couldn't bear to say.

If you don't need to say something, then don't say it.

Avoid mentioning things that can be avoided.

But he couldn't help but find out about the boy today, who might even be their child.

Moreover, it seems she has no intention of telling him this; she doesn't trust him, and may even be hiding many, many things from him.

Leng Yunting didn't even dare to think about it.

"Yiyi, I have some questions for you."

Leng Yunting's tone was very calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Liu Jingyi hadn't heard him speak like that in a long time; in recent years, she had only seen it on television news.

When he was at home, he never brought the military's ways home.

"Fu Jiexuan took me to see someone. Who was that person?"

Liu Jingyi raised her eyes and looked at him, suddenly feeling a sense of relief.

This day was bound to come sooner or later; whether it came a day earlier or a day later, it didn't really make any difference.

Liu Jingyi opened her mouth, not that she didn't want to tell him, but she hadn't figured out how to explain it yet, since it sounded so unbelievable.

She finally took a deep breath; her throat was a little dry.
"I don't know how to say it?"

Leng Yunting remained calm. "Yiyi, don't you want to talk about it?"

Liu Jingyi didn't want to talk about it, but she was ultimately at a loss for words and was deeply troubled.

After a long while, Leng Yunting's calm and composed voice came through.
“I checked. That boy has no identity. He looks like me, and of course, he also looks like you.”

Liu Jingyi's heart sank, her fingers clenching tightly together. She pinched so hard that her fingers turned white.

They should have known long ago; nothing could be kept from him, after all, his current status was no longer what it used to be.

For him, investigating anyone is an easy task.

Liu Jingyi felt as if someone had grabbed her throat, and she couldn't open her mouth for a long time.

"You got him the ID card, and then you called Ji Jue to ask for his help, right?"

Liu Jingyi rarely interacts with the Ji family.

Even during holidays when the two families eat together, they don't really talk much, and it's even less likely that they'll call each other to ask for help.

However, the Ji family had always been accommodating to her requests, so they naturally wouldn't refuse.

Liu Jingyi pursed her lips, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal, because it was the truth.

Leng Yunting approached her and saw that she was silently looking down, and he still felt a little uneasy.

He raised his hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to look at him.

"Liu Jingyi, who exactly is he? What is his relationship with you? And what is his relationship with me?"

Leng Yunting knows Liu Jingyi very well.

He had loved her for so many years, yet he could tolerate all her spoiled and pampered habits. The flower he had carefully nurtured could not withstand the cold weather.

Liu Jingyi is someone who hates trouble and doesn't like to go through too much trouble.

He is not the kind of warm-hearted person, nor is he the kind of kind-hearted person who helps others casually.

She will always love herself the most.

She was willing to do such a troublesome thing, and she was even willing to use the Ji family's connections to get it done.

Add to that face, and it's hard for him not to suspect the boy's identity.

Liu Jingyi was so frightened that tears welled up in her eyes.

It's clearly impossible to use the same docile methods as before.

"I...I...I really don't know how to say it."

"Can...can you not be so fierce?"

"Honey, I'm scared."

Liu Jingyi spoke in a soft voice, trying to appease the person first.

However, Leng Yunting seemed to have become a different person. The clothes were from the new factory, and his eyes showed no complexity whatsoever.

"Yiyi, his face is almost a carbon copy of mine, but when he smiles, he looks just like you?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Jingyi's heart trembled twice, her pale lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a single word.

Her heart ached, her eyes stung, and she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, a sob escaped her lips.

She cried uncontrollably.

She suddenly felt a little wronged. It was all his fault that she had such a tragic life.

But that was only him before. After all, he really, really did nothing wrong. He is more innocent than anyone else, and he was unaware of the truth.

How should she speak, and where should she begin?

Should we start from the first time she forced herself on him?

Liu Jingyi sniffed, raised her pale face, her eyes covered with a thin layer of mist. She looked at him, but before she could say a word, tears streamed down her face.

When she cried, her face was streaked with tears, and you couldn't hear anything else; she was sobbing and sounding extremely aggrieved.

Looking at her tears, Leng Yunting felt as if his heart was being gnawed by countless ants.