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  But it was too late.

  Su Yue carried Xiaojiao and stood up. Resisting the pain in her leg, she glanced at Ming Ansheng and snapped, “Yeah. Your child is valuable. Jiao Chen and my child will, of course, be valuable to us.”


  She then turned on her heel and walked towards the door.

  Ming Ansheng quickly caught up with her. “Yueyue.”


  He grabbed Su Yue’s arm, but she flung his hand away. “Ming Ansheng, let’s not bother each other in the future.”


  She was firm about drawing a line between them.

  Ming Ansheng blankly stared at her. When she slammed the door with a

  , his body trembled a little.

  The woman he had missed so dearly all these years was gone.

  She left.

  She said that she would always believe him no matter what happened. She would always believe him……

  But who else could he blame?……

  After she left the building, the wind mercilessly attacked. Su Yue tightened her arms around Xiaojiao as she tried to shelter the child from the wind.

  The girl in her arms began to stir restlessly.

  “Mommy.” Xiaojiao fluttered her eyelids as the wind blew against her face.

  She called Su Yue, and she peeked her head out from her embrace to gaze at Su Yue.

  Su Yue looked at her with a smile. “What’s wrong, Xiaojiao?”


  Su Yue’s eyes were glistening and her voice sounded nasal. Su Xiaojiao raised her hand and rubbed Su Yue’s eyes. “Mommy, don’t cry.”


  Her voice was so lovely and sweet, and it seemed to stroke her heart gently.

  Su Yue was close to crying as she suppressed her emotions. She firmly shook her head after inhaling deeply. She smiled and assured Xiaojiao, “Mommy is fine. I just feel a little cold.”


  Her heart felt cold.

  Actually, she shouldn’t bother with what he had said. But she couldn’t help but get affected by him.

  Su Yue hugged Xiaojiao tightly.

  Yeah, Xiaojiao belonged to her and Jiaojiao. Xiaojiao’s daddy was Jiao Chen.

  She hastened her footsteps. Somehow, she had forgotten the pain in her ankle.

  Or perhaps, the pain somewhere else was even more painful.

  “Xiaojiao, hug.”


  When Su Xiaojiao heard that Su Yue was cold, she spread her arms to hug Su Yue.

  Su Yue was touched, and she gave the little girl a peck on her forehead. “Xiaojiao, you’re a good girl.”
……

  The next morning, Su Yue’s ankle swelled considerably. Yan Rusheng and Xuxu came back home from the hotel.

  Xuxu helped Su Yue to put some ointment on her ankle, and it eased her pain.

  It had been a long time since everyone was present for dinner. The Yan family table was fully occupied.

  There were already four children creating a ruckus.

  Meowmeow, Yangyang, Su Xiaojiao, and Yan Rusen’s child.

  Yan Weiye and Yan Weihong sat at the opposite ends of the table. Su Yue sat beside Xuxu while Mu Li, Yan Rusen, and his wife sat on the other side.

  The atmosphere was lively and cheery.

  The men began to discuss work, excluding Yan Rusheng.

  His aloofness was directed to both outsiders and his family. He rarely talked at home and would only answer if Yan Weihong asked.

  Young Master Yan busied himself with making sure that his wife and daughter had enough food.

  “Mommy, did you go to the bridal room with Daddy yesterday?”