After the Fake Heiress Dies, Her Uncle and Nephew Fight Over Her Urn

After the real heiress was found, Tao Xinglan became the Tao family's disposable pawn, someone they could give away at will. By day, Tao Xinglan was nominally the woman of Li Junyi, the heir to the Li family. By night, she knelt beside the suit pants of Li Quesheng, the man who held power over the Li family. On the night their lover's contract expired, perhaps for the last time, Li Quesheng lost control. He gripped her waist and took her from the entryway to the living room, only to be caught by Li Junyi, who had been hiding in the villa to prepare a proposal. Tao Xinglan panicked, the blood draining from her body. Suddenly, pain flared across her lips. “Pay attention.” The man crushed the bead of blood on her lip and looked mockingly at his trembling nephew. “See that? From now on, remember to call her Auntie!” Li Junyi smashed the diamond ring and fled, only to send a grand gift the next day: A pregnancy test and intimate photos were spread across the bed. “The baby she's carrying is mine.” Li Quesheng went mad! Outside the operating room, Li Quesheng personally signed the consent form for the abortion. He pinched Tao Xinglan's pale face and sneered, “Bastards deserve to die!” “You deserve to die too!” Later, Tao Xinglan really did die, and he wept. Four years later, they met again at the airport. He clutched the woman's wrist, his pupils trembling. He was about to speak when a handsome man appeared behind her. The man was holding a little boy's hand. The child tilted his head and gazed at the woman with wide, curious eyes. “Mommy, why is that uncle crying?”