The rain poured down and the thunder roared.
In the corridor of a private hospital in the city center, Su Wan was soaked to the skin, holding her three-year-old son Li Xingye tightly in her arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were purple from the cold, but her eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Mom, Hoshino doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore." The little guy in his arms stretched out his cold hands and gently wiped the rain off Su Wan's face, "Where is dad? He said he would buy us a big house today."
Su Wan's heart twitched suddenly.
House?
Just now at the hospital payment office, her bank card balance was only three digits. And the so-called "dad" - her husband Zhao Ziheng, was taking her dowry money to rent a room in the five-star hotel next door with his best friend Lin Wanwan.
"Hoshino, be good, we will have a house." Su Wan held back tears, her voice trembling.
At this moment, there was a rapid sound of high heels from the end of the corridor, accompanied by harsh ridicule.
"Hey, isn't this Su Wan? Why, you can't even pay the hospital bills?"
Lin Wanwan was wearing a designer dress and ten-centimeter high heels, holding Zhao Ziheng's arm and walking over with a joking look on her face.
"Wanwan, don't say that. Wanwan is now my legitimate wife." Zhao Ziheng pretended to be serious, but his eyes were erratic, "It's just... The company's capital turnover has been a bit difficult recently. After a while..."
"Wait a minute!" Lin Wanwan rolled her eyes, pushed Zhao Ziheng away, walked up to Su Wan, and reached out to grab the child, "Since you don't have money, don't keep this child! It costs a lot of money to raise a child, so why not give it away and give it away?
