After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Mingyun hadn't expected Qin Pinsen to return to China, let alone that he would suddenly come here.

Otherwise, she would never have brought Tianheng home now.

This is the first time Qin Pinsen has visited their marital home in the six years since their marriage.

As soon as she arrived, her son called out "Mom!"

Before Tianheng's cheerful call had even faded, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly froze.

Qin Pinsen's cheek, covered by a bandage, trembled slightly as his gaze remained fixed on Tian Heng. "Mingyun, this boy..."

Mingyun felt a chill run down her spine.

She had already given up on telling him about the existence of twins, but fate played a cruel joke on her.

What should I do?

Should we tell them the truth?

Qin Pinsen raised his voice, "I'm asking you, who is this boy—"

"Huh? Where's Mom?" Tianheng looked around, then came to Mingyun's side, tilted his head, and asked, "Auntie Yun, where did my mom go?"

Qin Pinsen was momentarily speechless.

Mingyun realized what was happening.

She had told her son that due to the special circumstances, their mother-son relationship needed to be kept secret from outsiders.

My son is so clever; his quick thinking and improvisation were amazing!

"Your mother went out to buy things," Mingyun said cooperatively. "If you're tired, go to your room and take a nap."

"Okay, thank you, Aunt Yun."

Tianheng turned and left in a serious manner, heading to his bedroom.

Mingyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Qin Pinsen, and said calmly, "Is there something you need?"

Qin Pinsen was still staring in the direction Tianheng had walked away.

That boy was exceptionally handsome and sunny.

He couldn't help but feel envious; how wonderful it would be if his son could grow up to be like that.

Unfortunately, even with a fully repaired cleft lip, her appearance can only be considered average.

"Is that your friend's son?" he asked.

Mingyun continued watering the flowers, "Could it be yours? Or is it the child I had while I was cheating on you with?"

Qin Pinsen touched his nose, coughed dryly, and paced around to look at his surroundings. "You should move out as soon as possible in the next few days and find another place to live. Renting is fine too; I can pay your rent."

Mingyun frowned. "What do you mean?"

Qin Pinsen sneered, "Didn't you want a divorce? Are you going to keep occupying this house?"

This house, located in the center of Binhan City and measuring over 300 square meters, was originally the wedding home arranged by the Qin family for Qin Pinsen and Mingyun.

Qin Pinsen was unaware that after he went abroad and separated from Mingyun for a long time, his father, as a way to appease and compensate his daughter-in-law, had secretly transferred the house to Mingyun. Even his mother was unaware of this.

"What, you're planning to let He Ya move in?" Mingyun retorted. "The Qin family villa has so many rooms, can't they even give her a bed? Doesn't your father agree?"

Qin Pinsen's expression darkened slightly.

He came here in person to check out the house.

He Ya and her son have already returned to China with him and need a better place to stay, so it's not suitable for them to stay at the Qin residence for the time being.

His mother said that since the house belonged to the Qin family anyway, she would give it to He Ya as a gift.

"Mingyun, let me remind you," Qin Pinsen said firmly, "Don't even think that our marriage can continue, and don't try to use my father to pressure me."

"What do you mean I'm delusional?" Mingyun retorted sharply. "Didn't I give you the divorce papers? Did you sign them? I'm in a hurry."

Even if she said that.

Qin Pinsen still felt that this was a bluff, a feigned retreat to lure the prey into a trap.

Ridiculous, childish, and annoying.

Qin Pinsen glanced at his watch. "Divorce is not a game. When we divorce is up to me. As long as you're obedient, I can part ways amicably. I'll come back in three days, and I hope there won't be a single thing of yours here by then, including you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Mingyun watched Qin Pinsen's retreating figure, her heart as still as water.

She will not regret her initial decision.

I also believed that during the year Qin Pinsen was paralyzed and hospitalized, he would often hug her and say thank you for taking care of him and for never abandoning him. These words came from his heart at the time.

But this marriage was ultimately a mistake.

In this society, how many couples have become bitter enemies and unable to find peace because of divorce?

If they can truly part ways amicably, that would be quite good.

At present, the most uncertain issue is the custody of the daughter.

"Mom, who was that person just now?" Tianheng cautiously poked his head out.

"It's none of your business, don't worry about it," Mingyun said, pulling herself out of her thoughts and sitting down on the sofa with her son in her arms. "What do you want for lunch? Mom will make it for you."

Tianheng touched her tired face, "Mom, you've been on a plane for more than ten hours and then picked me up. You haven't had a good rest. Don't cook."

"How about we order takeout and watch cartoons while we eat?"

"it is good."

After having lunch with her son, Mingyun received a phone call.

"Xiao Yun, you're back?"

"Yes, teacher."

"Dean Stern speaks highly of you and even tried to poach you from me. Good heavens, I lent you out, and he's already eyeing you."

Upon hearing this, Mingyun replied without hesitation, "I will follow you."

The person on the other end smiled and said, "Are you free this afternoon? Come to the hospital and chat with me."

Mingyun agreed without hesitation.

The elderly woman who called was a top-tier plastic surgeon in China. After retiring, she opened a high-end plastic surgery hospital in Binhan City.

Mingyun was the last disciple of this master, and also worked there.

However, for a certain important reason, she is currently only a regular assistant.

Apart from her teachers and a very few top-level staff members, her other colleagues did not know her true identity and treated her as just a junior employee.

Mingyun changed both the fingerprint lock and the password lock on her front door, gave her son a few instructions, and then left.

When I arrived at the plastic surgery clinic, just as I was about to see my teacher, a colleague suddenly called out:

"Mingyun! Quickly! Send a cup of coffee to the VIP room! An iced Americano, please!"

Mingyun didn't use her vacation as an excuse to refuse; it was just a small favor, so she did it.

Upon entering the VIP room, I saw several leaders, including the front desk manager and the consulting director, surrounding a guest.

"Hello, iced Americano, please enjoy." Mingyun said as she bent down to hand over the coffee.

"Um, thank you..." The other person looked up and exclaimed, "Hmm? Mingyun?!"

Their eyes met, and Mingyun recognized the guest as He Ya, who was heavily made up.

He Ya was very surprised, her eyes widened so much that her false eyelashes seemed to be baring their teeth.

Mingyun wasn't surprised at all, because Dean Steng had called her and said that the mother of the child with cleft lip wanted Dr. Catherine to perform cosmetic surgery.

She declined, citing that she was too busy.

Considering that Qin Pinsen has returned to China, it is reasonable that He Ya has also returned to China. Therefore, it is not surprising that He Ya would come to this high-end cosmetic surgery clinic.

Even if we don't run into each other today, we'll run into each other sooner or later.

"Ms. He, how do you know one of our assistants?" a junior manager asked politely. "Is she your friend?"

He Ya sneered, "Don't you dare lower my standards."

The junior manager quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, Ms. He!"

The other executives also visibly tensed up, clearly showing how much they cared about this client.

Mingyun prepared to leave.

"Stop right there, assistant. You just spilled coffee on my shoes," He Ya said, crossing her legs. "Wipe my shoes."

The exquisite high heels were spotless.

It's obvious they're deliberately picking a fight.

Mingyun didn't want to pay attention, but her junior manager stopped her and ordered her to do as Miss He asked.

The supervisors and other staff present also put pressure on her with their eyes.

Mingyun ultimately didn't want her personal grudges to affect the teacher's business, so she took some tissues and prepared to wipe Heya's shoes.

He Ya curled her red lips and uttered three words, "Kneel down and wipe."