My Tycoon Ex-Husband and His Whole Family Begged Me to Take Him Back

One in the morning, at Haicheng’s No. 1 private maternity hospital.

Cold wind swept in from the end of the corridor, pressing Ling Xi’s thin clothes against her body and outlining her painfully slender frame.

She sat alone on a cold metal bench, clutching the thin examination report so tightly that the edges were almost soaked through with the cold sweat in her palm.

“Five weeks pregnant, HCG 1,800, low progesterone.”

The words in black and white struck like a thunderclap, cracking open the still waters of her three-year marriage.

She was pregnant, carrying her and Mo Chenyuan’s child.

This child was the one chance she had secured with her S-class genetic compatibility, three years of unquestioning obedience, and constant efforts to please him.

Her hands trembling, she took out her phone, wanting to share the good news with him at once, even if all she got in return was a casual “I know.”

The call connected. His end was as cold and silent as ever. Ling Xi could even picture Mo Chenyuan in his study, a cigarette between his fingers, his brows slightly furrowed and his manner distant.