“She's pregnant. Let's get divorced.”
After a year of secretly married life, Zhan Nanzhou brought another woman home and asked for a divorce.
Yan Xi held up a pregnancy test with two lines. “What about our baby? Can you really be this heartless?”
“You can't be pregnant. I've never touched you. Don't try to fool me with something like that.”
Her heart turned to ashes. She never wanted to lay eyes on that man again.
Four years later.
Yan Xi returned to the country, transformed into a top lawyer.
Meanwhile, Zhan Nanzhou clung to her like a plaster, begging her to remarry him. He knelt in the rain and refused to get up, pleading for her forgiveness.
Yan Xi sneered. “For me and our dead baby to forgive you, you'll have to kneel here until you die!”
Suddenly, a little boy came running over. “Mommy, why is that uncle kneeling here?”
Zhan Nanzhou froze. Hadn't she said the baby had been aborted long ago? But this little brat was practically his miniature double!
