The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

Yu Lian's unusual behavior made He Lin realize that perhaps this was the answer he had been waiting for all these years.

"I can."

Saying those two words always felt light and airy to He Lin. Even now, when he was serious and solemn, he couldn't make up for the unrealistic feel of the pale promise.

"May I add a couple more sentences?"

"explain."

Yu Lian didn't mean to make a big deal out of it. She had just asked that question casually, but she didn't expect He Lin to take it so seriously.

She went along with his suggestion; if the conversation went well, she could just bring it up naturally.

"I know this sounds unbelievable, and you won't believe it, but if you don't give yourself a chance, how can you see the future of you and me?"

"I can guarantee that I will never change my heart, but I'm afraid you won't..."

"Stop, stop, stop! He Lin, what do you mean by that? Do you think I'm the kind of woman who's fickle?"

Yu Lian originally wanted to see how He Lin, who was not good at matters between men and women, would handle the problem she had thrown at her.

Who would have thought that, instead of seeing his own embarrassment, he would turn around and put the hat on his own head?

He Lin softened his tone, begging for forgiveness, "No, no, I was just talking nonsense. I was just afraid someone else would take you away, and what if I made you angry one day..."

Once she realized what was happening, Yu Lian didn't stay angry. Instead, without hesitation, she slowly nodded. "Actually, thinking about it carefully, what you said makes sense. Everyone gets old eventually. What if we wait a few more years..."

Yu Lian was speaking when she reached out and lifted the man's chin to examine him from side to side. "You look alright now, but if you get old and lose your looks in a few years, I might prefer younger men. You're right."

Yu Lian could never have imagined the psychological trauma those words had inflicted on the man before her.

"No, no one. If I change my mind, you can push me off the 18th floor."

He Lin appears strong on the surface, but is inwardly broken.

"If I change my mind, will you push me off the 18th floor?"

He Lin denied Yu Lian's analogy, "No, I will keep you by my side. Even if you don't love me, I will not let you go."

Hearing this gave Yu Lian goosebumps, she lay down and turned over.

After talking for a while, she got sleepy.

She turned away, and just before pulling the covers over her head, she whispered, "He Lin, how about we have a simple wedding sometime?"

Yu Lian thought about it carefully some time ago, and decided that she should have a memorable beginning about spending her life with He Lin.

Holding a very simple wedding ceremony can be seen as a way to officially bring a less-than-perfect end to all these years of events.

It wasn't for the sake of a sense of ceremony, nor was it for showing off to others. The important thing was to constantly remind herself that from this day forward she would truly have a complete little family.

"He Lin, you'll always be on my side, right?"

He Lin, who was still basking in the joy, suddenly leaned in and hugged her from behind.

"Of course, even if you stand against everyone else."

Yu Lian knew that such questions were meaningless, but she still couldn't help asking these childish questions.

She's clearly not a young girl anymore.

Thinking of her younger sister, Yu Lian sighed inwardly, but she couldn't escape He Lin's eyes.

"Yu Xin has grown up and it's normal for her to have her own ideas. You don't need to link this to your personal values. It's normal for you to feel disappointed and frustrated. People get angry when their pets misbehave, let alone Yu Xin, who is your own sister."

He Lin's words were very clear, and Yu Lian took some of them to heart.

"Alright, she's always listened to you since she was little, so allow Yu Xin to rebel this once. Go to sleep, everything will start to get better tomorrow."

He Lin's words were not unfounded.

The next day, a blood type identification report bearing the seal of an authoritative institution appeared on the television screen of a private television station.

The main person being appraised is someone everyone is familiar with: He Xun, the agent who was recently robbed of his property and was living abroad, but has now returned to China to reclaim everything that belongs to him.

At that time, a birthday banquet was being held at He Xun's villa.

Even knowing that He Lin was not dead, the mother's birthday banquet had to go ahead.

Those who came were all prominent figures from all walks of life in Hong Kong.

At that moment, in the servants' quarters, several young servants pointed at the names on the television screen and whispered among themselves.

The document above shows the medical records of Mr. and Mrs. He at the hospital. Both of them have type O blood. Coincidentally, the blood type of Mr. He's mother is also clearly listed as type O in the blood type column of a private hospital in a foreign country.

My gaze shifted to a patient named Lusca whose blood type was listed as type A in his hospital medical record.

When the voice-over introduced Lusca's Chinese name, everyone suddenly realized who it was.

It turns out that He Xun was not the old man's biological son at all.

They traveled thousands of miles back to seek wealth.

In a short time, everyone guessed all the reasons why He Lin faked his death, but in the end, they all pointed to Lusca, whom they had once pitied.

Halfway through the birthday banquet ceremony, several assistants dressed in suits rushed in from outside and whispered to their boss.

The bosses' reactions were all pretty much the same.

Some made excuses to leave, while others stayed, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, more and more people were sneaking over to watch the show from the servants' quarters.

"In other words, our boss's name isn't He Xun at all, and he's not a member of the He family."

"Shh! Do you even want to keep your job? Even if he's not the boss, he's still a rich man. If you want to discuss this, don't include me."

Some sensible people quickly left, leaving only a few gossipy viewers to continue watching the show.

They continued their discussion even after Lusca opened the door.

"Is it pretty?"

A cold voice came from the doorway, startling the group.

He Xun was not surprised to learn of this from his subordinates.

If He Lin had already planned how to deal with him, it wouldn't be surprising if he knew about this.

Those who thought they were about to die dared not look up at him.

However, He Xun simply tossed out a sentence and left.

"Didn't you hear the boss tell you to go back to your posts?"

Lusca's assistant's words made the group nod repeatedly and hurriedly leave the room.

The TV was still broadcasting a program about blood type identification.

In the empty room, devoid of human noise, those words were etched into one's ears, word by word.

He Xun is not a child of the He family; he is an imposter who wants to seize the huge inheritance left by the old master He.

He Xun and the people of Hejiaxiang may not be familiar with each other.

However, when it comes to Grandpa He, his legend still circulates in all walks of life in Hong Kong.

The story of how a penniless young man gradually rises to the top of the Hong Kong pyramid is as thrilling as a scene from a movie.

The onlookers were also very curious about Mr. He's estate.

The guests at the banquet gradually dispersed, leaving only He Xun standing on the balcony with a glass of wine in his hand. He gazed into the distance, feeling neither disappointment nor shame at being discovered.

He was calculating his plans.

The plan is only halfway through.

"Twelve years old, six years to go... I have six years left, that's enough."