Love Burns Out: Mr. Li Loves Me

As soon as Li Zhengting entered the room, he saw the crystal photo frame fallen on the floor. It had now turned into fragments all over the ground, and Wen Rong was looking at the crystal fragments on the ground with a helpless look on her face.

Seeing him come in, Wen Rong's face flashed a trace of panic, "...I was too clumsy and broke your crystal photo frame."

But Li Zhengting didn't have the heart to look at the crystal photo frame now. He hurried over, and when he saw Wen Rong still wanted to reach out to touch the fragments, his heart tightened and he quickly rushed over to stop her.

When Li Zhengting walked over, Wen Rong felt a deep fear in her heart, and a similar scene seemed to flash through her mind.

She accidentally touched something and received the man's cold and ruthless disgust afterwards.

This feeling was so strong that Wen Rong was in a trance for a long time...

But the next second, Wen Rong was lifted into the air and gently placed on the desk.

Li Zhengting first checked her from head to toe. After finding that she was not injured, he held her tender little face with both hands and asked softly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left Dada here."

His tone was unnaturally gentle, "Baby, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

It was clearly him who did something wrong, but he was the one who subconsciously apologized.

The subconscious fear and uneasiness were strangely dissolved by his gentle and doting eyes.

Maybe the memory she just had was really just her imagination?

Wen Rong shook her head gently, and her small hands gently grasped his collar. She gently raised her face, with a pitiful look of a cat who had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it... I just saw that this display stand was very delicate, so I wanted to pick it up and take a look."

Looking at Wen Rong's cherry lips moving continuously, he couldn't hear what she said at all.

Li Zhengting's breathing became heavier, and his strong arms tensed up slightly, "Dada, this is an office, you can't act like a spoiled child like this..."

But Wen Rong was fearless because she knew this was an office, so she dared to act recklessly.

If she were at home, she wouldn't dare to do that.

But she overestimated the man's tolerance for her in this regard.

What else could Li Zhengting do? His heart was about to melt. If only she would agree, he would kneel down and kiss the hem of her skirt.

"But this photo frame is broken. Let's get a new one."

Wen Rong's words stopped the man from taking the next step. Li Zhengting looked at the photo frame that had been shattered into pieces, his eyes paused slightly.

Under the broken frame was a photo of a girl.

Wen Rong noticed his hesitation, and his eyes fell on the photo——

Under the dim stage lights, a slender figure in a ballet skirt dances on tiptoes.

Wen Rong felt it was very familiar, but after searching through her memory, she could not find any relevant impression.

Maybe it's because she also learned ballet in elementary school, so she feels familiar with this kind of back view...

The room fell silent. Li Zhengting looked at the photo with great concentration...

Wen Rong felt a dull sour feeling in her heart and felt very uncomfortable, so she loosened her grip on the man's collar.

Li Zhengting noticed her subtle movements and retracted his gaze. Seeing Wen Rong's lonely and pitiful look, he couldn't help but laugh.

Hearing the vibration coming from his chest, Wen Rong's ears quickly turned red, and she said in a weak voice: "What are you laughing at?"

Li Zhengting couldn't let go of the arc on his lips. "Are you angry?"

Wen Rong gradually became embarrassed and annoyed. How could he laugh so badly?

She pursed her lips, feeling aggrieved for some reason. They had been married for so long, but he still had a photo of another woman in his office, and it was taken many years ago.

Seeing that the beautiful woman in his arms was really aggrieved, how could Li Zhengting dare to tease her any further?

Li Zhengting picked up all the crystal fragments on the ground, fearing that Wen Rong would step on them and get hurt. Then he took the photo and pressed the internal line.

After a while, Secretary Liu came in.

Li Zhengting pointed at the photo on the table and said in a flat voice, "Take this photo and get rid of it."

Wen Rong's cheeks turned even redder, and she wished she could bury herself completely in his arms and never come out.

Secretary Liu took the photo without any objection, "Okay, Mr. Li, should we seal it or..."

Li Zhengting refused to let her escape. He lifted Wen Rong's chin and when their eyes met, Wen Rong only heard him whisper, "Destroy."

This photo is an episode from his wild youth many years ago.

He had just returned from abroad after participating in international mercenary combat training. He was killed by his enemies on his way home without even having time to remove the mask on his face.

At that time, he had just returned from the battlefield and was already injured and exhausted. He was outnumbered and could only try his best to avoid the killers' encirclement.

In a critical situation, he hid in the National Theater where a performance was about to take place despite being seriously injured. When he entered the backstage, he grabbed a girl in a ballet skirt...

The girl was wearing heavy white swan stage makeup, and looked like a shivering little swan. At this time, he was seriously injured and could not see the girl's face at all.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Perhaps because she saw that he had no ill intentions, the girl quickly calmed down. Even though she was trembling with fear, she still took him to the dark backstage and avoided being hunted down by her enemies.

Li Zhengting wanted to remember the appearance of his benefactor, but he couldn't stay until the end of the performance to ask the girl's name in person, so he could only take a picture of the girl's back in the dark...

I just hope that one day I can repay the girl for saving my life.

Later he found out that the person who saved him that night was Chu Yan.

He also treasured this blurry photo of his back for a long time.

Li Zhengting withdrew his thoughts. As time passed, he almost forgot that there was such a display table in his office.

He had already paid off what he owed Chu Yan, and even if he hadn't paid it off, he wouldn't care.

All he wanted from the beginning to the end was Wen Rong.

Even if he experienced life and death, even if all his memories were forcibly erased, he would still fall in love with Wen Rong again a thousand times.

Perhaps in his previous life, he really owed Wen Rong a life, so he was destined to be entangled with her to the end in this life.

Secretary Liu came out with a photo. She lowered her head and looked at the photo carefully. She felt that the back figure in the photo was vaguely similar to his wife.

At this time, the sound of sharp high-heeled shoes was heard. Secretary Liu turned his head and saw Mu Rong, who had just arrived, holding a cup of freshly brewed coffee and wanted to go in.

Secretary Liu frowned and quickly stopped her: "What are you going to do?"

Mu Rong didn't expect that someone would stop her. She smiled faintly at Secretary Liu and said, "Manager Liu, I made a cup of coffee for Mr. Li and wanted to bring it in."

Looking at Mu Rong's smile that was like a little white flower, Secretary Liu didn't buy it at all.

"Mu Rong, your job description does not include making coffee for Mr. Li."

Mu Rong's face turned pale and he tightened the tray in his hands.

"I will send you the work details within three days. Also...if no one calls Mr. Li's internal hotline, then no one can step into Mr. Li's office. This is the rule. If you can't comply, I will ask the HR department to recruit another person as soon as possible."

Mu Rong didn't expect Secretary Liu to be so ruthless to her, and tears immediately filled her delicately made-up face.

"Secretary Liu, why are you targeting me? Are you worried that I will replace you after you get married and have children?"

Mu Rong prided herself on being young and beautiful, and she was also a college graduate. Both her age and educational background were impressive. She really couldn't stand being mercilessly ridiculed in public by an old and ugly woman.

As soon as these words came out, Secretary Liu's face was instantly covered with a layer of contemptuous smile: "Mu Rong, I'm not trying to discourage you, but with your crooked mind, even if you are given another hundred years, you can't replace me."

"I also want to remind you that Mr. Li hates women who take the initiative to get close to him. Mr. Li loves his wife very much. Someone like you... I'm afraid you can't even compare to her hair. Give up that thought this morning."

What a joke, first there was Yun Sheng, then Chu Yan, and now here comes Mu Rong.

Secretary Liu couldn't help but wonder why he always had to deal with some delusional mistresses?

In the lounge separated by a wall, the sound of ambiguous and sad breathing gradually drifted out...

Wen Rong was half lying on the bed, her collar had been torn down, revealing her white and tender skin, but the man's movements had not stopped, and even the hem of her skirt was lifted to her waist.

I don't know if he did it intentionally or not, but the white cotton fabric was slowly taken off...

"Zheng...Zheng Ting..."

Wen Rong's voice was trembling, but in broad daylight, and in such a solemn and serious place as his office, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Baby, just once, okay?"

"no……"

"I promise, dear! Don't reject me..."

"Then hurry up..."

Li Zhengting chuckled: "Fight, men can't be quick in this regard..."

Wen Rong had no way of refusing him, especially when she saw that he was willing to throw away something he had treasured for years just for her. In fact, she didn't mind the existence of a photo, but his serious attitude towards handling it made her feel his preference for it.

Two hours later.

Li Zhengting just managed to quench his thirst once, and even though he was not satisfied, he still had to consider Wen Rong's health.

After taking a quick shower in the bathroom, Li Zhengting carried Wen Rong directly back home.

Looking at his sweetly sleeping baby, Li Zhengting gently kissed her lips before quietly leaving the room.

Aunt Lan saw Li Zhengting coming back, and she wasn't sure whether Wen Rong was happy or unhappy about going to the company to see him today, so she could only bite the bullet and ask, "Sir, your wife went to the Li Group today, and the manor was really stuffy. I was worried that she would be bored."

Li Zhengting had a blank expression on his face, no longer as gentle as he was in front of Wen Rong.

"Next time this happens, tell me in advance, even if she won't let you."

Aunt Lan had no doubts and agreed immediately.

After all, Wen Rong's situation is indeed special. The reason why she can be so carefree, well-behaved and peaceful, enjoying her husband's love is entirely because of her amnesia.

Aunt Lan didn't even dare to imagine what the scene would be like if Wenrou regained her memory one day and knew everything that had happened in the past few days.

Wen Rong seems to be kind and easy to talk to, but once she makes up her mind about something, she is more stubborn than anyone else.

In fact, people with this kind of personality are not good at dealing with people and are not suitable to be the hostess of a wealthy and prestigious family.

But he couldn't resist the admiration and love of those in power.

Sometimes I really don’t know whether this is a great blessing or a devastating disaster.

In the blink of an eye, another month passed and Wen Rong was already three months pregnant. Today happened to be the day for a routine pregnancy check-up. Aunt Lan made an appointment with the hospital in advance and arrived on time at nine in the morning.

It was Dr. Lin who performed the pregnancy test on Wen Rong.

When she received the assignment and was told that the other party was Wen Rong, Dr. Lin became nervous. Thinking back to the tragic scene a few months ago, she still couldn't forget it.

But the moment he saw Wen Rong, all the worries and insecurities in Dr. Lin's heart disappeared.

Before losing his memory, Wen Rong was filled with resentment and despair, as if he was a body that had been drained of all joy, so he had to fight in the most tragic way.

In fact, Dr. Lin later analyzed that she might not have intended to kill Mr. Li at the time, but was simply trying to provoke Mr. Li in this way and seek relief.

But the Wen Rong in front of him seemed like a completely different person!

There was a clear and sparkling light in those beautiful eyes, and her complexion had improved a lot.

It is visibly that she is well cared for and one can tell at a glance that she is spending every minute in pampering.

Perhaps... whether amnesia is a blessing or a curse, only the person involved is most qualified to judge.

But seeing how happy and carefree Wen Rong is now, it would be the best outcome if she could live like this for the rest of her life.

"Hello, Doctor Lin."

Wen Rong still remembers Dr. Lin. After all, when she woke up, it was Dr. Lin who was responsible for everything for her.

There are only a few items in the routine inspection and they are completed in a short time.

After saying goodbye to Dr. Lin, Aunt Lan accompanied Wen Rong downstairs, but halfway down the stairs, Aunt Lan remembered that she had forgotten to take the examination report!

Aunt Lan didn't want Wen Rong to go through the same thing again, so she decided to go back and make another trip herself.

Wen Rong sat on a bench nearby, and she recalled the photo taken in Li Zhengting's office that day. The white ballet skirt, the tiptoes, all of which made her yearn for it very much.

But Li Zhengting told her that her ankle was injured and she could not dance ballet for a long time, especially those difficult movements that required tensing the instep.

Thinking of this, Wen Rong couldn't help feeling sad.

She has been learning ballet since she was a child. Her biological mother is a world-renowned ballet dancer. She has never seen what her biological mother looks like, so she has always regarded ballet as an extremely noble career and persisted in it.

Thinking of this, Wen Rong felt it necessary to ask the doctor again whether she would never be able to dance again.

When Aunt Lan came back with the report, she found that Wen Rong was no longer there...