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Carrying the child, Ji Weiyang hesitated for a while before finally opening his mouth, "Yan Yan Yan, there's something I want to discuss with you."

Zhan Yan set the folded small clothes on the side, her clear eyes quietly staring at him, waiting for his next words. It was related to Li Xiaoqian, she had disappeared. At present, you are the only one who can lure her out. However, this may be dangerous, but if we don't get rid of her, then she will be like a time bomb that has been planted between us, not knowing when it will explode. "

Zhan Yan indifferently nodded her head, the light in her eyes faintly swaying. After being silent for a while, she asked, "Weiyang, how confident are you?"

Her voice was very light, but there was a faint hint of worry in it. If it was the past, she would wholeheartedly trust Ji Weiyang. But now, it was different, she was a mother, the first thing she thought of was Xiao Yang, she could not let himself be in danger, he could not let Xiao Yang not have a mother.

"The ninth floor and above." Ji Weiyang replied, he would have his men follow behind Zhan Yan secretly, but he was not a god, so he could not plan for everything, so he was not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

Zhan Yan's gaze was always on the child in Weiyang's arms, his hands curled tightly. He seemed to have made up his mind. For Xiao Yang, she had to send Li Xiaoqian to jail. Anyone who did something wrong should be punished. She definitely could not let Xiao Yang's growth be overshadowed, and even more so did not want to live a life full of worry.

She reached out her soft hands and covered Ji Weiyang's hands. "Weiyang, I'm a little scared, but I believe in you."

Ji Weiyang hugged Zhan Yan with one hand and hugged Zhan Yan with the other arm, "Believe me, I will definitely protect you and Ru Feng well. This will be the last time."

Zhan Yan laughed, and said teasingly: "You already have enough peach blossom debt, if there is a next time, I'll carry my son back to my parents' home, so that you won't see us again in the future."

"As you command, my dear wife, I won't dare to do it again." Ji Weiyang was half joking, half serious.

Two days later, Zhan Yan and the baby left the hospital, and Ji Weiyang brought them back home. The apartment on Kingview Road became lively all of a sudden. This ice-cold house was no longer the same house as before. With Zhan Yan and his children, this house now had its natural warmth.

In the baby's room, Xiao Yang was lying on the crib, blinking his beautiful eyes, curiously looking at his surroundings in the unfamiliar environment.

Zhan Yan sat on the side of the bed, gently rocking the crib as she said softly, "Xiao Yang, from today onwards, this will be your home. Your parents will always be by your side, so you must grow up healthy and happy, okay?"

Xiao Yang let out a few babbling sounds, as if he was responding to her words.

"He wouldn't understand even if I told him all this, why waste my breath." Ji Weiyang smiled as he walked in, and handed a cup of warm milk to her.

Zhan Yan drank half a cup of milk, the corner of her mouth stained with some of the white milk. Ji Weiyang doted on her and used her fingers to wipe away the milk on her lips.

"The book says that parents must talk more to a child that has just been born. In the future, he will only be able to be close to us."

"Is that so?" Ji Weiyang laughed, extended his arm and pulled Xiao Yang out from the baby's bed, hugging him and teasing him.

"Ji Weiyang, stop hugging him. You've already gotten used to it. If you don't hug him, then cry." Zhan Yan rolled her eyes at him.

Ji Weiyang was still in the stage of being afraid of his wife, so he could only return his son to the crib and lie down on the bed to play with the little thing.

The father and son played with each other for a while. The little thing was asleep in the crib.

Zhan Yan sat at the side, holding the colored paper in her hand, seriously folding the paper airplane. Xiao Yang was a boy, and the butterfly background wall didn't suit him either. Zhan Yan wanted to put some paper airplane on the painted light blue background wall.

Ji Weiyang leaned on his side and folded them together with her. His fingertips were long and long. A beautiful paper airplane was born at his fingertips. It was actually prettier than what Zhan Yan had stacked.

"Does it look good?" He passed the paper airplane to Zhan Yan.

"Hmm, so you also know how to stack this." Zhan Yan placed the light blue airplane that he folded onto her open palm.

Ji Weiyang arrogantly smirked and picked up a red colored paper, "I've stopped playing this since I was five, you're the only one who's so childish."

"This is for your son." Zhan Yan tied a piece of paper airplane with a rope and hung it on the wall. The wind blew in through the window, and the paper airplane on the rope swayed with it, as if it were really flying.

"Yanyan, I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow, the plan might begin." Ji Weiyang's voice was extremely low and faint.

"Zhan Yan turned around, and a gentle breeze blew against her soft hair. Behind her was the blue colored background wall, and the paper airplane was swaying against the wall. It was as if she was standing in the sky. "Right." Zhan Yan nodded lightly. Her gaze was gentle and the smile on her lips was a little ethereal.

Early morning of the second day, Ji Weiyang drove Zhan Yan out. When he left, Xiao Yang was still sleeping, and Zhan Yan affectionately kissed his tender cheeks before reluctantly leaving.

Ji Weiyang stopped his car at the entrance of a department store. He got off the car first and opened the door for Zhan Yan.

He took her soft little hand and clasped it between his own. "Don't be afraid, my people are all around here. After a while, I'll accompany you to the baby area on the fifth floor to buy some things, then I'll take the chance to leave first. You can go anywhere by yourself, but if Li Xiaoqian is really secretly watching you, she'll definitely appear."

"Yes." Zhan Yan nodded, and naturally embraced Ji Weiyang's arm, saying with a smile, "Hubby, let's go."

Ji Weiyang held her hand tightly and stepped forward, together with her, they walked towards the inside of the department store.

The two rode the observation elevator and directly arrived at the infant area on the fifth floor. Zhan Yan shuttled through the boutiques and picked out many beautiful clothes. Not long after, Ji Weiyang was holding a big and small bag in his hands.

"Stop buying, it's already a lot, where would Xiao Yang be able to wear it?" Ji Weiyang said with a smile.

"Xiao Yang will look very fast, these things you have bought now, he might not be able to wear them in two months." Zhan Yan asked the sales clerk to wrap up some of his clothes.

Ji Weiyang followed behind her the entire time. After Ji Weiyang answered the phone, he apologetically said to Zhan Yan, "The company needs me to take care of some urgent matters, I'll take you back first."

"Go back to your work first. I still have some things that I haven't bought yet. Just ask the driver to take me back later." Zhan Yan said warmly, as she completely followed the script.

Ji Weiyang nodded, he kissed her lightly on the cheek, and then left.

Zhan Yan wandered around the department store for the better part of the afternoon but she did not appear. She could only be carried home by the driver.

Just as he entered the house, he saw Ji Weiyang carrying Xiao Yang, clumsily feeding the child while Xiao Yang continued to cry uncontrollably. Little Rascal's face was pale from crying, while the clothes on Ji Weiyang's body were extremely wrinkled.

"So there are also things that Third Young Master Ji cannot handle." Zhan Yan smiled as she walked over, and held the child in his arms. She turned her back on him, undid the buttons on her chest, and began to feed the baby.

The little thing laid its head on its mother's soft chest, and its little mouth held the tip of the rose. It sucked up the liquid forcefully, and there were still moist tears on its face, making it look really pitiful.

"Stinking brat, you're too spoiled to drink milk." Ji Weiyang sat on the sofa at the side and casually straightened his shirt.

Xiao Yang went to sleep after eating his fill, and the house finally quieted down.

"Li Xiaoqian did not appear." Zhan Yan said.

"Yes." Ji Weiyang nodded, he was not stupid enough to make a move immediately. I've been staying in the department store for the whole afternoon, so I should be very tired.

Zhan Yan changed into a set of clothes obediently and laid on the bed. She fell asleep very quickly, she was indeed tired, and her face looked haggard.

Zhan Yan laid on the bed, while Xiao Yang slept by the side, quietly guarding the mother and son.

In the following month, Zhan Yan went to the shopping mall, coffee shop, art exhibition, and garden, all by herself.

Tang Feng even suspected that his and Ji Weiyang's judgement was wrong. Perhaps, Li Xiaoqian knew that she had stirred up a great disaster, so she hid herself, not daring to reveal herself.

Ever since Zhan Yan had left the hospital, everything had been calm and peaceful, just like the calm before a storm.

Xiao Yang grew up day by day, and was no longer a crumpled ball when he was born. The little thing was fed very well, it was white and fat, becoming more and more lovable.

Ji Bocheng doted on his eldest grandson a lot, and would see him every few days. Ji Ting teased his occasionally, saying that Xiao Yang had been born prematurely, and had taken advantage of his. Otherwise, the eldest grandson of Ji Family should be Du Xiaomo's child.

Ji Weiyang was still very busy. He couldn't stop with meetings, he couldn't finish all of his official duties, and he could never end with social engagements. But no matter how busy he was, he would definitely return home in the evening.

"He just slept, wake him up." Zhan Yan reprimanded her.

The baby was still in her father's arms. Because she woke up in the middle of her sleep, she pouted and kept crying.

"Lazy little bugger." Ji Weiyang lovingly pinched his small cheeks, then placed the little thing back into the crib, letting him sleep in peace.

He took off her suit and went to the bathroom to shower. When she returned to her bedroom, Zhan Yan was leaning on the bed, reading a book.

"Yan Yan, accompany me to a banquet tomorrow night." Ji Weiyang sat down on the side of the bed, and said while wiping his hair.

"What dinner?" Zhan Yan put down the book and puzzledly asked. He rarely asked her to accompany him.

"This is the tenth year since I accepted the Ji's, so it has a different meaning to me. So, I want you to stay with me. "

"Mm. Alright." Zhan Yan nodded his head, placed the book to the side and turned off the light at the head of the bed.

She was lying on Ji Weiyang's arm as usual. His chest was warm and emitted a faint fragrance of cologne. She liked to hug him like this.

However, it was clear that Ji Weiyang didn't really like it, and wanted to do something he liked to do. His warm lips rested on Zhan Yan's delicate cheeks and his breath felt hot. Yan Yan Yan, when can you give it to me? "

Towards his straightforward words, Zhan Yan's cheeks instantly turned red, and her voice became weak, "Weiyang, wait a little longer, okay?"

She said it pitifully. Could he say no?

"Go to sleep, I still have to wake up to feed Xiao Yang tonight." Ji Weiyang unclearly kissed her forehead. Tonight, he could only continue to hug her and sleep.

On the day of the anniversary, Ji Weiyang was extremely busy and this banquet was extremely important to him.

In the evening, Ji Weiyang personally drove back to his apartment to pick Zhan Yan up. She was dressed very beautifully today, with a sapphire blue cheongsam, his hair was tied up high, a crescent-shaped gem necklace on his slender and white neck, looking noble and elegant.

"How do you want to pick it up yourself? Just let the driver come." Zhan Yan stood on the stairs and looked at him with a smile.

Ji Weiyang reached out his arm, took her soft and fair hand, and bent down to kiss the back of her hand. "This is my honor, my goddess."

Zhan Yan held Ji Weiyang's arm, and the two of them walked into the extravagant banquet hall, and instantly became the center of attention. Many people went forward to praise him. Ji Weiyang held onto the goblet in his hand, and responded while laughing.

"Mrs. Ji and his wife are a perfect couple." The secretary laughed and clinked glasses with Ji Weiyang.

"Secretary Liu is too courteous." Ji Weiyang replied with a smile.

"I heard that Director Ji just leveled up and became father. Congratulations."

"This little guy is messing around. The older the boy, the more mischievous he will be. It really isn't easy being a father." Ji Weiyang's words were extremely natural, but it was obvious that he was showing off.

Men are proud, but successful in their careers. They marry a beautiful, flower-like wife, and they have successors. Ji Weiyang really has everything.

"Viyan, I need to go to the bathroom to get my makeup done." Zhan Yan stood beside Ji Weiyang and said indifferently.

"Mm, go ahead." Ji Weiyang nodded, his smile not changing at all.

After all, she was still not used to such occasions. In fact, Zhan Yan often thought that she was not suitable for the upper class, it was just that she was lucky, because she had met Ji Weiyang, and he had always protected her well.

She stood in front of the mirror and took a deep breath. Then she took out the foundation and began to make up.

The light in the bathroom was dim. Behind Zhan Yan, another woman suddenly appeared, her figure reflected in the mirror, looking extremely cautious.

It was a completely unfamiliar face, but the sinister look in its eyes was very familiar. Zhan Yan slowly placed the foundation in her hand back into her hand bag and slowly turned her head. Although she had a calm expression on her face, her fists were clenched tightly.

She turned around and was about to leave. Only by leaving this place would she be able to call for help.

However, the woman was a step faster than her. She closed the bathroom door with a bang, but continued to stare at her sinisterly.

"Li Xiaoqian, what are you doing?!" Zhan Yan accurately called out her name, and her voice trembled a little. No wonder why neither Ji Weiyang nor Tang Feng could find her. She had already changed her face.

Li Xiaoqian laughed coldly, her smile somewhat sinister. However, she was full of doubts, "You can recognize me?"

She turned her head slightly, and stared fixedly at the scene in the mirror. After she finished the plastic surgery, even she did not dare look at the unfamiliar face in the mirror.

"A person's appearance can change, but the expression in their eyes can never change, because they are the windows to your heart. Li Xiaoqian, your heart is cold. " Zhan Yan said with her brows knitted, but her tightly clenched fists were already drenched in cold sweat. She didn't know what Li Xiaoqian would do to her. After all, the person in front of her was a crazy woman who was born from love and hatred.

"No wonder Ji Weiyang likes you so much. It's a pity that he won't be able to see you again, because you have to die."

After Li Xiaoqian finished speaking, a bright fruit knife suddenly appeared in her hand, she raised it and thrusted it straight at Zhan Yan, the sharp blade edge making people's eyes hurt.

Ah!" Zhan Yan cried out in fear as she tried to escape but there was only enough time to avoid the fatal parts. The blade cut through the snow-white skin of the back of her hand. Blood flowed down her arm and dripped onto the black marble ground.

"Help, help me …" Zhan Yan shouted loudly, but the soundproofing on the door was too good, so she could not hear anything from the outside.

"Wei Zhanyan, go and die." Li Xiaoqian was like a crazy devil, holding the blade in her hand tightly, she waved it non-stop at Zhan Yan.

Zhan Yan kept on dodging, retreating step by step, until she was forced into a dead end by her. There was no retreat. Her heart was beating rapidly, and her eyes were filled with tears of despair. She didn't want to die, not at all.

"Vuyo, save me." With a cry of despair, her body collapsed along the wall.

At that moment, the bathroom door was slammed open by someone from the outside.