The Discarded Wife’s Grand Wedding

Five years of love and three years of marriage came to an abrupt end with the words, “She’s back.” She thought she’d finally made her way into his heart, but it had all been wishful thinking. He said, “It’s been three years. It’s time to set you free.” She carefully wrote her name on the divorce papers, stroke by stroke. To her surprise, her hand didn’t tremble at all. [Excerpt] “Miss, you’re six weeks pregnant. Didn’t you know?” Boom! The words struck like a bolt of thunder. Du Ruoxi’s face turned deathly pale. “What?” Pregnant? It had only been ten days since she divorced Shang Zhiqing, and now she was pregnant. But he had never once shared a bed with her, so how could she have a child? Suddenly, her eyes widened. She bit down hard on her lip, her body trembling like a withered lotus in the wind. The child wasn’t his. It was that man’s? It had really happened that night… That cruel devil. “Uncle Tang, you really want to get into my mom’s bed, don’t you?” Du Bo-Liang sat on the table, crossing his legs as he munched on an apple, a completely innocent smile on his face. Pfft! The man spat out the water he’d just taken into his mouth. “Uncle Tang, if we spice up the story and tell Mom about this, what do you think she’ll do?” Du Bo-Qi showed off his cool gun tricks, fanning the flames as he went. “Ahem…” The two little devils came prepared. He had to hold his ground, hold his ground… Three years later, at Shang Zhiqing’s engagement ceremony. She walked slowly toward him, holding the arm of his cousin. Her gentle smile bloomed like a lotus. “Congratulations, Mr. Shang. You and Miss Leng make a lovely couple.” He stood frozen, an inexplicable rage surging in his heart, nearly crushing the champagne flute in his hand. “Oh, right, these are my two children.” She drew two children out from behind her. “Liang’er, Qi’er, say hello to your uncle and auntie.” “Hello, Uncle. Hello, Auntie.” The three-year-old twins were identical, exquisitely beautiful, with eyes like black grapes that held an innocent, wicked glint. “Uncle, you and this auntie are such a perfect match. No wonder my mom dumped you back then.” She dumped him? His thin lips pressed together, his eyes blazing. --The two little devils, age four “Is that the man Uncle Tang wants us to kill?” The car door stood open. A man lounged elegantly inside the luxury car, his bearing refined and noble. His long, narrow eyes were half closed, the curve of his lips seemed to hold a smile, and his slightly raised brows hinted at a wicked cruelty. Several hundred meters in front of him, two children with identical, exquisitely beautiful features wore matching fitted white shirts, black ties, and black suits. Both held guns pointed at him. Du Bo-Qi frowned and said to Du Bo-Liang beside him, “Why does he look so much like you?” “Idiot. He looks like you too,” Du Bo-Liang said with a pout. Du Bo-Qi stared at the man again for a while. He really did look a lot like them, but it was a pity that Uncle Tang wanted him dead. Gritting his teeth, he said fiercely, “Whatever. Let’s kill him first.” “Mm.” Du Bo-Liang nodded firmly. As soon as he spoke, Du Bo-Qi pulled the trigger and fired a rapid burst. Du Bo-Liang’s eyes darted around. He tucked both guns behind his waist, turned, and sprinted down a nearby alley. “Little brother, hold them off. I’ll go get reinforcements!” The boy, well acquainted with his companion’s habit of running away, was furious. “Du Bo-Liang, you little punk!” Mo Shi held the boy up by the back of his collar and looked at the face, which was 85 percent identical to the young master’s. The boy had just tried to kill the young master, and the corner of Mo Shi’s mouth twitched. He asked, “Young Master, what should we do with this child?” A dangerous gleam shimmered in the man’s dark eyes. He smiled as he spoke, but his words were icy. “If he has the guts to try to kill me, he’d better be ready to pay with his life.” “Earl, it’s unbelievable that you spent three days and three nights designing a wedding dress for a woman.” Three days and three nights without sleep. He wanted to create her magnificent wedding dress with his own hands. From the first sketch to the finished garment, he carefully redrew and revised every line and every tiny detail again and again until it was perfect…