This was the third time I had failed to pull Ji Mingcheng back from the abyss.
After the moonlight of his unrequited love had a grand, glamorous wedding, he took the club’s most outrageous booking.
I found him in a VIP room at the club.
Bare-chested, kneeling amid shattered glass, with blood staining the carpet.
The guests had already left, leaving him like a broken doll that had been played with until it fell apart.
When he saw me, Ji Mingcheng actually smiled.
“Bai Cha got married. I’m using the money I made tonight to buy her a wedding gift.”
“See... even a filthy thing like me can be useful...”
Watching the light slowly fade from his eyes, I trembled all over.
“Ji Mingcheng! What about me? Look at me!”
He struggled to lift himself, only to collapse heavily again. “I’m sorry... Don’t meet me again in your next life...”
I clutched the pregnancy test report in my hand.
I had already heard those words three times.
But this time was different. I was carrying his child.
Just last night, he had asked anxiously in my ear, “Will our baby be ashamed of their dad’s job when they grow up?”
The dizziness of the System reboot washed over me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a karaoke room. A shirtless Ji Mingcheng was being forced to drink by a group of rich heirs, who were making him bark like a dog.
His fists were clenched as he lowered his head in humiliation.
The door swung open. He raised his bloodshot eyes and saw me standing at the entrance.
