The day my sugar daddy kicked me out, I found out I was pregnant.
He gave me ten million yuan and told me he was getting married, so I had to leave.
I signed on the spot, then blocked him, canceled my lease, deleted my account, and even packed up the air fryer he’d given me and sent it back.
Lu Yanci thought I’d cry.
But three days later, his assistant told him:
“Mr. Lu, Miss Jiang has moved out completely.”
“What did she take?”
“Ten million yuan.”
“What else?”
“She returned everything else, including the air fryer.”
Lu Yanci’s face darkened.
Meanwhile, I was sitting in the maternity hospital, staring blankly at my test results.
Ten weeks pregnant.
Father of the child: Lu Yanci.
My best friend asked, “Are you going to tell him?”
I folded the report and slipped it into my bag.
“He gave me ten million and told me to get lost. If I show up with a pregnancy test right after that, don’t you think he’ll accuse me of trying to scam him?”
Later, he really did corner me outside the hospital.
“Jiang Li, what are you doing at the hospital?”
I smiled and asked, “Mr. Lu, does breakup aftercare include checking up on me?”
A gentle doctor stepped in front of me.
“She needs to rest.”
A younger collaborator showed up with a portfolio of sketches.
“Jiang Li, want to work together? I need a lead artist, and you need a fresh start.”
Later, Lu Yanci went crazy.
He said:
“I’ll call off the engagement.”
“I’ll pursue you all over again.”
“Jiang Li, can I get in line?”
I looked at the lights on the stage, shining on the launch event that belonged to me, and touched my belly.
“Mr. Lu, you can wait in line.”
“Today, I’m talking about my own name first.”
