The Frail Third Young Master’s Everyday Devotion to His Wife

Lin Qingyu’s fingers trembled as she clutched her pregnancy test results. At the end of the corridor, an ornate glass window fractured the sunset into blood-red shards that fell across her pale face. The elevator chimed. She watched her fiancé, Lu Yan, step out with his arm around a popular actress’s waist. The two had just been kissing, champagne still glinting on their lips.

“Brother Yan…” She instinctively shielded her belly and stepped back half a pace, crumpling the corner of the test results in her palm.

Lu Yan seemed to notice her only then. He casually wiped the corner of his mouth. “Oh, I forgot to tell you. The wedding’s off.” He tapped the brand-new diamond necklace at the actress’s collarbone. “Let me introduce you. This is the real Mrs. Lu, the one who’ll be added to the Lu family register.”

“But I’m already…” Lin Qingyu had just begun to speak when the master bedroom door suddenly opened. Her future mother-in-law, Wang Meilin, strode out in twelve-centimeter Jimmy Choos and flung her crocodile-skin handbag at Lin Qingyu’s shoulder.