Mr. Bo, Your Wife Hid Her Pregnancy and Faked Her Death

After three years of marriage, Shen Wanci is the wife Bo Jinghan summons whenever he wants and discards whenever he’s done, as well as his first love’s personal “mobile blood bank.”

In his eyes, she is worthless as mud and full of schemes.

Then she hands him a pregnancy test, only to receive his icy command: “Go to the hospital. Lianyi needs blood.”

On the operating table, she watches helplessly as they draw her blood. Blood pours from beneath her, and the child in her womb slowly dies.

She begs desperately for help, but all she gets is his cold warning: “It’s just some bastard. Pull another stunt, and I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

In that moment, Shen Wanci’s heart turns to ash.

She carefully stages her own “death” and vanishes from his world for good.

Five years later, she makes a dazzling return with twins, a boy and a girl, and is now an internationally renowned, priceless national-treasure-level art restorer.

When the arrogant man, eyes bloodshot, kneels before her and begs in a trembling voice, “Wanci, come home with me,”

she flings a paternity test in his face, wraps her arm around the elegant, handsome man beside her, and smiles with breathtaking poise. “Mr. Bo, you’ve got the wrong person. These are the posthumous children of my late husband. They have… nothing to do with you.”