"Sign it, Weiwei can't wait any longer." He handed over the divorce agreement, his tone as cold as ice.
She hid the pregnancy test sheet and humbly prayed: "Wait for three more days, okay?"
Three days later, he rushed into the sea of fire for Bai Yueguang, but she stood on the edge of the rooftop holding her suicide note.
"I will burn Mrs. Fu's position for her. I will also give her my life."
Five years later, at the International Jewelry Exhibition, she made a stunning appearance with her adorable baby, flanked by the heir of an ancient plutocrat who looked down upon his family.
He squeezed through the crowd with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Wanwan, come home with me..."
Zaizai, who was holding her hand, raised the golden trophy, and her voice was sonorous and powerful: "Bad dad! The grass on your grave is taller than mine!"
