[Living Blood Bank + Tragic Romance After Losing a Child + Fake and Real Heiresses + A Mad CEO’s Groveling Redemption]
For three years, Li Jiaojiao was reduced to Bai Xianjiang’s personal living blood bank. All it took was Zhang Xiaorou saying she felt tightness in her chest, and Li Jiaojiao, pregnant at the time, was tied to a blood-drawing chair and forcibly drained of four hundred cc of blood.
Bai Xianjiang tore up her pregnancy test results with his own hands, coldly mocking her unborn child as filthy and unfit to be born. He watched as she miscarried from massive blood loss, then knelt beside Zhang Xiaorou to comfort her gently, treating Li Jiaojiao, who was fainting on the brink of death, like she was worthless.
Zhang Xiaorou feigned illness and played the victim, framing Li Jiaojiao at every turn. Together with her adoptive mother, she concealed the truth about a mix-up at birth twenty years earlier, stole Li Jiaojiao’s life as the true heiress of a wealthy family, and trapped her in a cage, draining her blood day after day.
The day her heart died and she miscarried, Li Jiaojiao deleted every contact and vanished overnight.
Only after Bai Xianjiang uncovered the shocking scam did he learn that the white moonlight he had cherished for three years was all a lie. He had personally caused his own child’s death and tormented the woman he loved most.
The once untouchable, mad CEO cast aside his trillion-yuan fortune and dignity, blocking her door and kneeling, harming himself to atone, and offering up everything he owned just to beg Li Jiaojiao to come back.
But Li Jiaojiao had reunited with her wealthy birth parents and now held a fortune worth billions. By her side was Wang Zhiming, who had tenderly protected her for years.
As Bai Xianjiang wept and desperately clung to her, her expression was cool and her smile scornful. “When you drained my blood and killed my child, did you ever imagine this day would come? I don’t want a single bit of your repentance.”
For the rest of his life, he would live alone with his remorse, watching helplessly as she was cherished and protected, and lived a happy, fulfilled life.
