Hiding her pregnant belly! The wicked ex-wife of the true young master has awakened.

Ye Zi: [No, I just changed it on the spur of the moment.]

Jinzi: [I don't believe you for a second.]

She used this WeChat name a long time ago. Besides the obvious meaning of gold, there is another layer: the child of gold—the child of her parents.

Ye Yu was deliberately imitating her.

You've got the marriage certificate and are married, so you're not going to pretend anymore, right?

Jinzhi felt increasingly uneasy, thinking that Ye Yu was a complete fraud.

He used to scold and be fierce to her, but after getting married, his true colors were revealed and he became blatantly promiscuous.

So she... couldn't handle it.

When I can't handle it, I want to escape.

She needs to think about it carefully.

Let's rethink their relationship.

So no matter how many times Ye Yu messaged her asking when she was coming home, she didn't reply.

In the evening, I ate one and a half bowls of rice and a bowl of black chicken soup, then went for a walk with Yang Jiamei, preparing to stay overnight and sleep with her.

My mother smelled of a clean, fresh laundry detergent scent, somewhat similar to the scent Ye Yu used to have.

She quite liked it.

As dusk fell and the night breeze grew cool, Jinzhi called Wen Manchun on her way to the small square.

"Mom, I'm staying at the Ye family's house tonight. I'm not going back. You don't need to leave the door open for me."

Wen Manchun had just gotten home from get off work. After a long day, all she looked forward to was sitting down and chatting with her son and daughter.

She was perfectly fine this morning.

Why did you go to the Ye family's house again at night?

Although the Ye family is also the daughter's home, everyone has selfish desires. Wen Manchun always wanted Jinzhi to stay at home more often, under her watchful eye, so that life would feel complete, instead of always feeling like something was missing.

"Did Xiaoyu bully you? Please give my regards to Sister Yang."

"No, he wouldn't dare to bully me. I came here to ask Mom to move to the new house. I want to live there too. I heard there's a lake there, the environment is very nice, and Mom will be right next to me. She's a good person."

Wen Manchun's doubts were somewhat dispelled.

"That's good. Have you agreed on when you're moving? I'll call a moving company for you."

"No need, I'll call her when the time comes. Mom said she wants to stay here for a few more days, and move out when it's not so hot anymore."

"You decide, and let us know if you need any help."

After exchanging a few more words, before hanging up, Wen Manchun asked, "When are you coming back?"

Jinzhi mumbled something and couldn't say when.

Yang Jiamei took the phone.

"Manchun, it's me. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Zhizhi here. I'll take her back whenever she wants. You all go about your business and don't need to worry about her."

Wen Manchun could say nothing more.

"Okay, I'll get back to work now, we'll talk another day."

"Um."

The phone call ended, and Wen Manchun hadn't even taken a bite of her meal when Ye Yu, who seemed to appear out of nowhere, asked:

When will Jinzhi be back?

Wen Manchun put down her chopsticks and bowl.

Why don't you ask her yourself?

Why not ask yourself?

I don't want to put too much pressure on her.

Jinzhi might not be able to accept what was said in the morning, so when Jinzhi suggested going to the Ye family, he didn't go with her, giving her some time to think.

She's pregnant, and her hormone levels are unstable, making her prone to mood swings. She should be allowed to think things through slowly.

With the marriage certificate in hand, how could she possibly run away?

"You know, I don't need to ask her again, so as not to bother her."

Wen Manchun hasn't met Ye Yu since yesterday, and she doesn't know or know what exactly happened between the two of them last night and today.

But something must have happened, otherwise her son wouldn't have come to ask her.

"I don't know. If you're curious, ask yourself. You should take care of your own wife."

Pick up your chopsticks and start eating.

She and Lao Jin can still mediate the relationship between the two of them now. Even after they pass away, will they still be able to jump out of the ground and act as mediators for the two of them?

Ye Yu just sat there watching her eat.

So we waited until she finished eating.

Wen Manchun said helplessly, "You, you, sometimes you're just like your father, with the potential to drive anyone crazy. If you put even a fraction of that energy into your wife, would she still leave you hanging?"

"So when exactly is she coming back?" He added, "Mom."

Wen Manchun lifted her eyelids slightly.

"I don't know, they didn't say anything specific. She'll come back when she gets tired of it. If you haven't done anything wrong, you have nothing to fear. Go upstairs and rest."

Ye Yu sat alone in the living room for a while, reflecting on his words and actions last night and this morning.

After thinking about it for a long time, I still don't regret it.

Give him another chance.

He will still do it.

He went straight back to Jinzhi's bedroom on the third floor.

As he pushed open the door, a cool citrus scent mixed with floral fragrance wafted towards him. The thought that this would be his bedroom from now on, and that he could sleep with Jinzhi, filled him with joy.

Even if I don't come in, just thinking about it makes me happy.

The thought of marrying Jinzhi and being able to spend the rest of his life with her made him even happier.

You can even disregard what happened before.

Although she can be rude at times, she is flamboyant and beautiful.

She always looks at you with bright, sparkling eyes when she speaks, and her eyes widen when she gets angry. But as long as you coax her, she will calm down quickly.

He blushes when you kiss her, and while he verbally refuses to be caressed, he clings to you with his soft, sticky body.

Even if she's bullied and cries, she'll just cling to your neck and bite you, leaving her marks on your body.

Who wouldn't be tempted?

He solemnly entered the room.

I looked around her bedroom with a sense of curiosity.

From the aromatherapy diffuser and photo album on the bedside table, I walked to the dressing table, where various cosmetics and skincare products were placed, along with a cushion comb with a strand of hair wrapped around it.

From the little duck toys on his desk to the colorful dresses in the wardrobes, it was like entering a store; there were so many that it was outrageous. He had never seen so many clothes before.

From a whole wall of dolls at the corner to the jewelry cabinet in the walk-in closet.

Everywhere is filled with traces of her life.

Finally, we arrived at the spacious and bright bathroom, where at least three or four dopamine-colored towels were hanging on the shelf.

She told him he couldn't move.

Various toiletries were displayed on the shelf.

The toothbrush handle is shaped like rabbit ears, and a small pink flower stands upright on the headband that's casually tossed on the table.

And next to these were some dark-colored toiletries—they had just been moved there recently.

Light colors paired with dark colors.

That's how things are coordinated.

It didn't feel abrupt at all.

My gaze shifted to the laundry basket in the corner.

On top are two light pink pajamas.

It was her pajamas that she had soiled last night.

He bent down and grabbed it, his hand, with its prominent veins, completely covering the light pink pajamas.

I flipped through it several times, and it wasn't dirty.

The scenes from last night flashed through my mind.

Even though she had taken off her pants, the padding under her bottom still got wet.

As if possessed, he held the pajamas to his nose and sniffed them—they had a sweet, cloying fragrance.

A faint blush rose to the base of her ears.

Coming to her senses, she immediately removed the garment, clutched her pajamas tightly into a ball, and looked at herself in the mirror.

A flash of annoyance crossed his eyes.

That's a bit perverted.

Looking further into the laundry basket, there was a white lace-trimmed bra.

Ye Yu couldn't stand dirty clothes, so he picked them up with his ears turning red and placed them in the basins.

Before washing it, I searched online for bra washing methods, wondering if rubbing it too hard would damage or deform it.

After deciding on the washing method, I began to scrub her pajamas and underwear one by one. Halfway through, my slender fingers, covered in white foam, stopped.

The pajamas and bras are here.

Where are the underwear?

The laundry basket was empty.

Ye Yu washed his hands and went out to look for it. He searched the bedside and carpet crevices but couldn't find it. Finally, he found the underwear, which had been washed and dried, on the balcony.

She lowered her eyes and returned to the bathroom to continue washing.

After washing, she hung it next to her underwear.

Looking at the clothes fluttering in the wind, an indescribable sense of satisfaction rose within me.