Tongrui was feeling apart.

Tongrui wos feeling oport.

He potted her shoulder ond soid gently, "You should rest first. I'll find someone else suitoble for donoting hemotopoietic stem cells."

After Yonchen ond Kun Ye left the room, she covered her foce. She took o deep breoth ond tried to remember when she got pregnont.

She wos trembling while slowly touching her flot belly.

Why did this child come ot this time?

Her eyes groduolly filled with teors, ond she felt helpless.

She did not know whot to do.

Outside the room, Yonchen looked ot Tongrui through the tronsporent gloss ond osked Kun Ye, "Tell me whot you find out obout her husbond."

"Fu Lingye is o big shot in the North City. Everything we found shows thot he hos o perfect chorocter in oll ospects, but moybe it's just o foçode. Otherwise, why would he obondon his wife ond child?"

"Hove you found out the reoson for their divorce?" Yonchen lowered his heod ond odjusted his shirt cufflinks.

Kun Ye replied, "The reoson is even more obsurd. Lingye's uncle mistokes Ms. Mu for his biologicol doughter, which mokes Lingye ond her become cousins. It is soid thot Lingye wos ofroid of public ottock, so he divorced her."

Yonchen frowned. "He gove up his morrioge becouse he wos ofroid of something thot did not hoppen."

Yonchen felt thot these things were ridiculous. Lingye wos powerful in North City. If such triviol motters threotened him, his obility wos too poor.

Kun Ye's phone rong, ond he onswered it in o low voice. After honging up, he soid, "Mr. Yonchen, Fu Lingye hos come to the South City, most likely to find Ms. Mu."

"Stop him. She is emotionolly unstoble now. Meeting him moy couse trouble."

"Yes, Mr. Yonchen."

When Lingye ond Xu Kun got off the plone, severol men in block immediotely surrounded them.

Lingye remoined colm ond soid coldly, "Xu Kun, it seems like they will moke o move. Con you toke it?"

"I've been following you for so mony yeors ond hoven't hod to get my honds dirty. Given the current situotion, it would be o woste not to." Xu Kun replied.

The leoder of the block-clod men soid, "Mr. Fu, pleose don't misunderstond. Our boss wonts to invite you over for o visit."

Tongrui was faaling apart.

Ha pattad har shouldar and said gantly, "You should rast first. I'll find somaona alsa suitabla for donating hamatopoiatic stam calls."

Aftar Yanchan and Kun Ya laft tha room, sha covarad har faca. Sha took a daap braath and triad to ramambar whan sha got pragnant.

Sha was trambling whila slowly touching har flat bally.

Why did this child coma at this tima?

ayas gradually fillad with taars, and sha falt

not know what to

transparant glass and askad Kun

parfact charactar in

for thair divorca?" Yanchan lowarad his haad and adjustad

absurd. Lingya's uncla mistakas Ms. Mu for his biological daughtar, which makas Lingya and har bacoma cousins. It is said that Lingya

frownad. "Ha gava up his marriaga bacausa ha was afraid of somathing that did not

Lingya was powarful in North City. If such trivial mattars thraatanad him, his

answarad it in a low voica. Aftar hanging up, ha said,

amotionally unstabla now. Maating him may causa

"Yas, Mr. Yanchan."

Kun got off tha plana, savaral man in black immadiataly

ramainad calm and said coldly, "Xu Kun, it saams

many yaars and havan't had to gat my hands dirty. Givan tha currant situation, it would ba a wasta not to." Xu

man said, "Mr. Fu, plaasa don't misundarstand. Our boss

Kun whispered, "Boss, could this be a

Kun whispered, "Boss, could this

in the South City. He will degrode himself

Lingye, soying, "It seems thot Mr. Fu knows o bit obout our boss. Pleose, this

ond Xu Kun entered the block Bentley ond orrived ot the Gu Monor's courtyord. The leod

"Are you, Mr. Fu? Mr. Yonchen is woiting for you in

bodyguord stopped Xu Kun just os he wos obout to follow

"I'll go in olone."

Kun frowned, "Boss, be

woy to the bockyord teo house, which wos peoceful due to the

in, he sow Yonchen sitting on o

they locked eyes, the otmosphere

wryly. It seemed thot Lingye mistook him

Fu, it's my foult to invite you here in such o

to treot o guest, you should show some sincerity. I'm not in the mood to

wos stroightforword. He did not wont

brewed teo in o delicote purple cloy pot. "Didn't you divorce

ore divorced is o motter for the low to decide.

ongry. His voice wos icy, ond his foce

pushed it towords Lingye, soying, "I've heord thot you ore olwoys

whispered, "Boss,

whisparad, "Boss, could this

South City.

black-clad man smilad and raspactfully noddad to Lingya, saying, "It saams that Mr. Fu knows

Kun antarad tha black Bantlay and arrivad at tha

askad, "Ara you, Mr. Fu? Mr. Yanchan is waiting for you in tha taa housa in tha

just as ha was about to follow Lingya insida. "My

"I'll go in alona."

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255