The dusk is falling and the neon lights are flickering.

The entire Li city was wrapped in a plain color.

An Chengling drove Su Yun to Teacher Yun's house.

After receiving the call, Yun Qishan ran to the gate in his pajamas and slippers in the wind and snow, his face full of worry.

"What's wrong with Xiaoyun? What happened?"

"Teacher Yun, help her to rest first and drink some hot soup to drive away the cold. Oh, and check if she has any injuries."

An Chengling gave the instructions calmly. He was not sure whether He Jun had taken action before he arrived.

"Injuried!?"

Teacher Yun was even more surprised!

But she didn't ask any more questions and helped Su Yun, whose face was as pale as paper, into the house.

After watching the slender figure enter the house, An Chengling lowered his head, shook off the snow on his coat, and turned to get into the car.

He went straight to the mall.

When he came out again, he was already holding a bunch of shopping bags.

He Jun was furious at his coming again and hit An Chengling with a broom.

"You son of a bitch! How dare you come here!"

He didn't hide, but put all the shopping bags on the ground: "Mr. He, if you have time, please take a look at the documents I left for you this morning."

"in addition……"

An Chengling raised his eyebrows: "These bags contain the cold-weather supplies that Miss Su prepared for the children. No matter how much hatred you have, I hope you will accept these things first."

"We adults have conflicts, don't let the children suffer..."

He Jun's face turned pale, and he subconsciously wanted to throw away all the shopping bags on the ground. However, the hand he stretched out just now fell down weakly the next moment.

His face suddenly became much darker.

After An Chengling left, He Jun opened the shopping bags one by one and found that there was a wad of money tucked inside each cotton-padded jacket.

There was also a note on it:

I hope my good friend Ziwang likes these gifts

——Sister Su Yun

…

On a snowy night, there were few pedestrians on the road, and even fewer cars.

An Chengling held the steering wheel with both hands and looked ahead intently.

All I could think about was Su Yun's eyes filled with tears.

He thought he was always restrained and calm, but this time he was a little panicked.

To be precise, I feel a little sad.

But should I feel sorry for those eyes filled with tears or for that child...

He doesn't know!

Downstairs of the high-end apartment building, he parked his car and walked towards the door, then suddenly stopped.

A handsome and tall figure stood in the snow, looking at him quietly.

The coat was blown up and down by the cold wind, and a sharp chill permeated the whole body.

An Chengling looked at him for a moment, then took the initiative to walk over with his long legs and stretched out his hand: "You're here, why didn't you call me?"

Sheng Huai had no expression on his face.

"I called, but you didn't answer."

He twitched the corners of his mouth, a sneer flashed in his eyes: "Your secretary said that my wife went to your place? And then you went out not long after that?"

"Counselor An, can you tell me where you and my wife went?"

Sheng Huai frowned, tilted his head to light a cigarette, leaned lazily against the wall and took a deep breath.

In the smoke, he raised his eyes and looked at An Chengling: "Why aren't you talking? Is there some secret between you and my wife?"

"Sheng Huai!"

An Chengling looked at him calmly: "I think you misunderstood. Miss Su and I just have some work matters to deal with."

"About work?"

Sheng Huai stood up straight, his face becoming even colder: "Is there anything else about my wife and Lawyer An that I don't know about?"

"I think you made a mistake!"

An Chengling said calmly: "You may have forgotten that Miss Su is no longer Mrs. Sheng. She has her freedom. Sheng..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Sheng Huai's cold voice!

His eyes flashed with a dangerous cold light, his face was smiling, and he spoke in a deep voice word by word: "I will only say this once, no matter what time, Su Yun is Mrs. Sheng!"

"She will come back to me sooner or later!"

"Stay away from her!"

An Chengling raised his eyebrows: "I'm afraid not..."

"Sheng Huai, I don't know what your feelings are towards Miss Su, and I don't want to know what you are going to do!"

"But if you hurt her again like you did before, I will not stand idly by!"

He faced Sheng Huai's livid face and curled the corners of his lips: "If you want to fight, I can accompany you!"

The two men were on the verge of a fight, but they looked at each other in silence.

Sheng Huai finally left in silence.

…

When Su Yun woke up, the snow outside the window had melted...

The sun shines on the eaves after the snow has cleared, reflecting colorful light.

She opened her eyes and stared at the retro window frame in a trance.

"Xiaoyun, you're awake."

Teacher Yun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly told the servants to prepare lunch.

"You've been in a coma since you came back last night. You scared me to death."

She took the soup from the servant and said, "Hurry up and eat something. Your health is of vital importance now. Put everything else aside!"

Su Yun slowly sat up with the help of the pillow, her brows filled with anxiety, and was about to speak.

Teacher Yun smiled and said, "Don't worry, I've already made arrangements for your mother... The three of them will take turns watching without blinking, and call as soon as there is any situation."

"Your first priority now is to finish this bowl of soup, then get up and eat something and move around... Don't let my daughter starve.

"Teacher Yun..."

The corners of Su Yun's eyes turned red. She didn't say anything else. She took the bowl of soup obediently and drank it with her eyelashes drooping.

After the meal, she felt much better and her face turned red. Teacher Yun handed her a document:

"Look, this is a gift for my daughter."

Su Yun was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked carefully.

"Yunyun International Ballet Center?"

She raised her face, with some confusion in her eyes: "What is this?"

"This is the piece of land I bought in the university town with Sheng Huai's help. It has now been preliminarily built and is called Yunyun International Ballet Center—"

"How is it? Does it sound good?"

"Yeah, it's OK."

"What do you mean it's OK?" Teacher Yun glared at her in reproach: "Be more positive! You are one of the owners of my ballet center now, you have to be responsible..."

Su Yun's eyes froze.

"boss?"

"Please, Miss Su, could you please take a closer look at the document!"

Teacher Yun rolled her eyes at her and said, "From now on, I will be Yun Yun's big boss, and you will be the small boss. How about we run the business together and make money together?"

Seeing Su Yun's silence, Yun Qishan raised his eyebrows, "Su Yun, you are pregnant now, you can't continue dancing."

"If the results of the fashion design competition are not satisfactory, I have to think of a way out for you..."

"Besides, I do need your help, so just consider it as helping me, okay?"

Su Yun's voice trembled: "Okay..."

"Go to the balcony and get some sun, then have a good rest. I have to go out for a meeting."

Teacher Yun helped her put the blanket on her body and said seriously, "You will be staying here for the time being. We will take turns to look after Aunt Su."

"Anyway... since you chose to give birth to this child, you must be responsible for your own body, understand?"

"I know...you should get busy now."

Su Yun smiled and pushed her to the door: "Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore."

After Teacher Yun left, she obediently sat on the balcony wrapped in a blanket to bask in the sun.

Suddenly, Su Yun's eyes widened.

Get up and go into the house!