My wealthy husband from the capital's elite circles was drugged and slept with a college student.
As soon as he came to his senses, he called me. His voice was full of anxiety and panic.
"Xinxi, someone set me up. I did something I shouldn't have. But I gave her money, so she won't come after me again."
We'd been in love for eight years, and I thought it was just an accident.
Six months later, Han Qingsheng went out of town on a business trip, and news of an earthquake flooded the headlines.
When I rushed to the hospital, I saw Han Qingsheng standing outside a hospital room, his expression complicated.
The doctor told me that Lan Yan was three months pregnant. She had dug through the rubble with her bare hands to save Han Qingsheng, injuring and bleeding from all ten fingers.
Han Qingsheng clasped my hand, his tone humble. "A few months ago, her family member fell ill and died. She came to me for help. I'd had too much to drink, and I never thought that one thing would lead to..."
"Don't worry. She won't be joining our household, and she'll never threaten your place."
Lan Yan suddenly rushed out and knelt before me, sobbing. "Madam, please give my child a chance to live!"
Han Qingsheng looked at me pleadingly. "Xinxi, you're the most understanding person I know. The child is innocent..."
I stared at him, then suddenly smiled.
"Han Qingsheng, either we break up,"
"or you make her get lost."
"I'm not breaking up with you!" Han Qingsheng grabbed me, his eyes red. "But I have to take responsibility for her."
Later, Lan Yan gave birth to twins, and the whole Han family was overjoyed.
I took the ring off my left ring finger and dialed an unfamiliar number. "I'll do what you asked."
A soft laugh came from the other end of the line.
"Mrs. Han, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
