After Transmigrating, She Became the Mother of Two

Jian Yi grabbed the dog rope and smiled.

The housekeeper was waiting at the door, dressed very formally.
Jian Yi nodded toward him.
As she walked in, the housekeeper’s eyes lit up, but after seeing her face, the light went out instantly.
He wanted to come forward to help carry the dog leash, but Li Zheya waved his hand and stopped him.
So he could only stand still and show a standard smile.

“Let’s go, I’ll take you up to see all my treasures,” Li Zheya said flauntingly, with a trace of excitement.

“I really didn’t expect you to like An Xiaojian’s style,” Jian Yi followed him into the study room.
The works of famous painters from China, Britain, the United States, and Germany hung in the corridor. 

Jian Yi gave him a thumbs-up.
His taste was truly awesome, and at the same time, it could be seen that his liking was sincere.

Although she could afford a villa, she couldn’t afford to buy such expensive paintings.
They were in the corridor.

Daha walked all the way in front of Jian Yi.
Her fingers were struggling to hold him.
Li Zheya saw it and smiled, “It’s okay, let him move freely, or are you afraid it will not be safe for him?” 

Jian Yi smiled, “I’m afraid he will cause trouble and you will scold me by then.”

“How could I be willing to scold you…” Li Zheya whispered, looking at Jian Yi’s puzzled eyes, he reached out, “Let me.”

The dog rope was taken by Li Zheya.
Her palm had a red trace.

The two’s hands touched slightly.
Jian Yi felt nothing but Li Zheya’s heart moved.

He looked at Jian Yi’s palm, “Are you all right?”

“It’s okay, I’m used to it, and it used to be like this before …” Realizing what she said was wrong, Jian Yi rubbed her palm in disguise, “I mean he was so naughty when I first took him in.”

Li Zheya didn’t pay attention, just hummed, and was pulled forward by Daha.
He quickly took two steps forward and turned back helplessly.
The two looked at each other.

Jian Yi looked at his embarrassment, laughed and blurted out, “He is so energetic, and I named him Daha just because …” 

Realizing that it was wrong, she quickly retreated, “I guess it’s because he is more energetic than ordinary dogs.”

“He really is,” Li Zheya smiled helplessly while pulling hard.

“Go this way,” Li Zheya reminded her and with a big push, the two doors were opened directly.
It was a huge library.

Jian Yi was stunned, “So many books?”

“Yeah, I was very introverted when I was a kid.
At that time, I liked to read books by myself, but when I grew up, I didn’t have much time to read books,” Li Zheya said while pulling back Daha with force.

Jian Yi walked in.
The books were dazzling, orderly, like all types.

“Her work is here,” Li Zheya said.

Jian Yi followed him.
The whole row was full of her work.

Even the magazines she published in her early years were there.
She couldn’t even find them herself.
Some magazines had already been taken down, and after moving many times, many things were lost.

Jian Yi looked through the books on the shelf with great emotion.

“Huh, this one?” It was an old comic magazine.
This was a comic serialized in a magazine under her pseudonym.
She didn’t expect him to collect it.

“This is also her work.
I can’t be mistaken.
Her style is easy to recognize,” Li Zheya took over the old magazine from Jian Yi’s Hans.
“And didn’t she also say that she was abandoned? With such an obvious name, how can others not recognise it?”

Jian Yi blushed and read, “Jian Xiao An.” 

“Wow,” Jian Yi praised heartily, not only did he know her pseudonym, but also found the books.

Li Zheya looked at the void with nostalgia, “It’s nothing, just because I like them too much.” These books accompanied him through many sad moments.

“All of her works are here, if she was still …” His hand touched a comic and said sadly, “This wall could be filled.”