Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  After Ji Yi took a shower and climbed into bed, the bedroom door opened. He Jichen walked in with a bag in his hand.

  As he unbuttoned his jacket, he walked over to the bedside and emptied the contents of the bag in front of Ji Yi. “I’ll give you a mission. Choose which one you want to use first,” he exclaimed as he walked into the bathroom.

  Ji Yi stared at the colorful squares spread out across half the bed and mumbled, “What kind of freaking mission is this?”


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  Since Cheng Weiwan returned from the Golden Lounge, she sat by Cheng Han’s bed and watched as he slept all night long.

  That night, Cheng Weiwan thought a lot about Cheng Han.

  She remembered she gave Han Zhifan’s secretary a ton of money to help keep her secret.

  In actuality, on the day of her operation, the liquid through the tubes wasn’t anesthetic – it was prenatal medicine to ease her unstable pregnancy due to the erratic emotions she was feeling at the time.

  In her entire life, she’d only ever accepted one man – Han Zhifan – and she’d only ever loved him. At this moment, although she clearly knew everything was a trap, there was no way she could accept the truth. Similarly, she knew she couldn’t love him any longer, but after putting herself out there, her heart was no longer hers to control. She didn’t dare see him directly, so she could only secretly watch over him from below his apartment building in the middle of the night.

  At the time, she was afraid other people would find out she was pregnant, so she always wore baggy clothes.

  Perhaps it was because this was her first pregnancy, but she went through particularly bad nausea. She vomited whatever she ate, and not only did her weight not increase, but it actually decreased significantly.

  Lin Muqing was really busy with work and her dad, Cheng Weiguo, barely came to visit her – he only came once a year. She had no other relatives, so every time she went to the hospital for a check-up, she was the only one there all alone, watching as other pregnant women were surrounded by their family or the husbands supporting them as they walked. At the time, she was seven to eight months pregnant with Hanhan, so it was hard for her to move around with her big belly.

  Throughout her pregnancy, she always worked hard to make herself happy and healthy. However, she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t truly happy. On the day she gave birth, she experienced complications.

  Till this day, she still remembered the pain she felt that day and just how helpless she was.

  She was so afraid and panicked so much, but she couldn’t call Han Zhifan or get in contact with her dad.

  All she could do was endure it on her own. If she hadn’t considered how there wouldn’t be anyone to take care of the baby aside from her after he was born, she wouldn’t have been able to bear the pain and she might’ve died on that operating table.

  She hired a midwife but she wasn’t a relative, so naturally she wasn’t as attentive in comparison to other pregnant women with perfect families who made adequate preparations for their first month after birth. After she was discharged, she busied herself with taking care of Cheng Han and that was when she fell ill. Till this day, whenever she stayed out in the cold for too long, she would have awful headaches.

  After Cheng Han was born, she didn’t get a proper night’s sleep for a long time.

  She clearly remembered how she got a fever at night when Cheng Han was just eight months old. It was raining heavily at the time, and Lin Muqing was on a business trip outside of Beijing, so she couldn’t get a hold of her. In the end, she went to the hospital on her own while carrying her baby.

  Later, Hanhan became older and she gradually stopped worrying so much. She started to write again to earn money. But just as her days were getting better, Han Zhifan showed up.