After the divorce, he went on a motorcycle trip, and his ex-wife and daughter were filled with regre

Gu Ziming was anxiously waiting outside the door. When he saw Shen Qinghan come out, he quickly went up to her: "Qinghan, what's wrong? Did you eat something bad? Should we go to the hospital...?"

"Gu Ziming!"

Shen Qinghan grabbed his collar, shoved the pregnancy test in his face, and demanded in a trembling voice, "Explain yourself! What's going on?!"

Gu Ziming's pupils contracted sharply as he looked at the two bright red lines on the pregnancy test.

A fleeting look of panic flashed quickly in the depths of his eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

"This...this is..." Gu Ziming stammered, feigning shock.

"I'm asking you why you got pregnant!" Shen Qinghan trembled with anger. "We always used protection! Did you tamper with the condom?!"

Shen Qinghan isn't stupid. Condoms have a 98% or higher success rate in preventing pregnancy; if used correctly, pregnancy is impossible. The only explanation is that Gu Ziming deliberately inserted needles into them to completely control her!

Faced with Shen Qinghan's sharp gaze, Gu Ziming's eyes darted away.

"Qinghan, you...you don't get agitated." Gu Ziming swallowed hard and explained perfunctorily, "How could I do such a thing? Maybe...maybe the brand was of poor quality and broke? Or maybe...maybe that day just happened to be your fertile period, it was impossible to prevent..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Shen Qinghan didn't believe his lies at all.

Seeing that Shen Qinghan was about to lose her temper again, Gu Ziming knew that he absolutely could not admit it at this moment.

He suddenly pulled Shen Qinghan into a tight embrace, so strong that Shen Qinghan couldn't break free.

"Qinghan! This is wonderful! It's truly a gift from God!"

Gu Ziming's voice was filled with ecstatic joy; he even exaggeratedly shed tears, "I'm going to be a father! Qinghan, we finally have our own child!"

"Let me go! Who wants to have your child!" Shen Qinghan pounded on his back desperately.

Gu Ziming not only didn't let go, but instead knelt down on one knee, tightly grasped Shen Qinghan's hands, and looked up at her with a devout and affectionate gaze.

"Qinghan, I know you're feeling very confused right now, and I know I made some mistakes. But the arrival of this child is a divine will!"

Gu Ziming solemnly promised, "Believe me, I will definitely be a good father! I will work hard and give you and our child the best of everything in the world! And Xinyu, I swear, I will treat Xinyu like my own daughter and never let her suffer the slightest grievance!"

"Qinghan, let's get married! Let me take care of you and our two children for the rest of my life, okay?"

Listening to Gu Ziming's confident promise and looking at his expectant face.

Shen Qinghan's struggling movements gradually stopped.

She looked down at her flat stomach, feeling a mix of emotions.

She was already thirty years old, and as a woman, facing the new life growing in her womb again, she instinctively felt a touch of maternal tenderness.

Moreover, she has already divorced Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye not only had another woman, but he was also the boss of Kunlun Capital, a high and mighty man who treated her coldly and ruthlessly.

The Gu Ziming in front of her, though vain, though he deceived her, and might even resort to any means to get her pregnant in order to possess her.

However, at least Gu Ziming loved her and was willing to humble himself for her.

At least, Gu Ziming promised to be a good father and to take care of her and Xinyu.

Shen Qinghan kept weighing the pros and cons in her mind.

She recalled the lace lingerie on Jiang Ye's balcony, and Jiang Ye's words, "My current bed partner's... well, they're bigger than yours."

A surge of intense jealousy and resentment welled up inside me.

"Jiang Ye, do you think that just because you have money and a new love, you can trample my dignity under your feet?" Shen Qinghan thought through gritted teeth.

"You went to prostitutes behind my back back then; you're a filthy, rotten person at heart! Money really does corrupt people!"

"I, Shen Qinghan, can live a perfectly good life without you! I'm not only going to get married, I'm going to have this child. I want to show you that I can have a happy family even without you!"

Shen Qinghan completely demonized Jiang Ye in her mind.

The worse she thought of Jiang Ye, the more at ease she could accept Gu Ziming and this unexpected child.

She took a deep breath and looked at Gu Ziming kneeling in front of her, her eyes gradually becoming complicated.

"Gu Ziming, remember what you said today."

Shen Qinghan's voice was a little hoarse, but it carried a resolute tone, "If you ever dare to treat me badly, or treat Xinyu badly, I will absolutely not let you off!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Ziming knew that he had won his gamble.

He stood up in ecstasy, pulled Shen Qinghan into his arms, and nodded repeatedly, "Qinghan, don't worry! I, Gu Zimo, swear to heaven that if I ever betray you, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!"

However, from an angle unseen by Shen Qinghan, Gu Ziming's lips curled into a sinister and smug smile.

. . . . .

As night falls, the neon lights of Hanju gradually illuminate the city.

At the Donghu Apartment, Jiang Ye, unusually, changed into a casual shirt.

On the dining table in the living room, there was a steak he had personally grilled, and next to it was a bottle of fine vintage red wine being decanted.

In the afternoon, he sent Xia Yu a message, asking her to come over for dinner that evening.

By the way, I'll also fulfill the agreement of four times a month.

It has to be said that Xia Yu sometimes comes here occasionally.

During this period, besides physical harmony with Xia Yu,

After experiencing Shen Qinghan's suffocating marriage, Jiang Ye now enjoys this simple and pure world for two, full of everyday life.

He admitted that he had developed a strange feeling for Xia Yu, a female CEO who appeared cold on the outside but had a stubborn and adorable side on the inside.

7 PM.

Jiang Ye glanced at the clock on the wall; Xia Yu hadn't arrived yet.

He picked up his phone and sent Xia Yu a WeChat message: "Are you off work? The food's getting cold."

The message disappeared without a trace, and there was no reply.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly, thinking that she might be in a meeting, so he didn't call to urge her. Instead, he walked to the sofa, sat down, and picked up a magazine to read.

Eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock...

Time passed by, and the steak on the table had long since gone cold, and the red wine had lost its best flavor.

Jiang Ye's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the endless stream of cars below, and felt a strange sense of irritation welling up inside him.