The Bumpy Road of Marriage: The Ex-Wife Is Expecting

Gu Qingchen had wanted to say something else but let it go in the end. However, she parted with a word of warning. “Staying by my cousin’s side isn’t as easy as you think. I hope you can continue to live the life you want accordingly.” Gu Qingchen immediately turned around and left after that.

‘Staying by Chu Ningyi’s side is not as easy as you think’. Shui Anluo lowered her head and watched as her son zoomed back and forth. However, she chuckled. It was not that difficult too, was it?

After the little darling finished running around his daddy’s office, his short little legs finally began to protest. He walked over and stretched out his arms, asking his mommy to hold him. He did not want to walk anymore.

Shui Anluo carried him in her arms and placed him on the sofa, allowing him to lean back against the cushion.

The little darling reached out and wiped his little head. He was tired from all of that running.

Shui Anluo took his little milk bottle out. She then turned and looked around Chu Ningyi’s office before finding a water dispenser near his desk.

She knew that Chu Ningyi was not the type of person who would call his secretary for a glass of water so he would definitely have a water dispenser in his office.

“Wait right here, Mommy is going to get some water for you,” Shui Anluo said as she pushed the coffee table forward and placed another cushion from the sofa on the floor. This way, the little darling would not get hurt even if he toppled over.

“Ya ya…” The little darling waved his tiny arms, clearly saying: ‘Go on, go on, I’m waiting’.

Shui Anluo neatened the cushions, took his milk bottle and went to the water dispenser to collect water for him. She kept her eyes on him, afraid that he might not be able to sit properly.

Just as Shui Anluo was filling the bottle, someone suddenly pushed the office door open.

The little darling, who had been leaning forward in his seat, immediately looked up when he heard the noise. However, the sofa’s armrest was too high and no matter how he tried to raise his little head, he could not see a thing.

Shui Anluo managed to finish filling the bottle but not before a drop of hot water spilled out onto her writs. It stung.

The office door was shut again and Shui Anluo slowly looked up to stare at the woman in the wheelchair.

Yuan Jiayi was dressed in a white knitted jacket with a white blanket draped over her thighs. Despite being unable to walk, she still wore a pair of white high-heeled stilettos. Her curly hair cascaded loosely over her shoulders.

Shui Anluo has to admit that Yuan Jiayi was a beauty.

Even though it had been achieved through plastic surgery.

Shui Anluo slowly put the cap back on the milk bottle and returned to the sofa. She sat down and placed the little darling on her lap.

Yuan Jiayi’s gaze landed on the child on Shui Anluo’s lap. An icy glint flashed across her eyes but it soon disappeared.

“Shui Anluo, you’re really skilled to be able to make Ningyi bear his conscience and remorse yet insist on shoving me over to An Fengyang,” Yuan Jiayi said icily.

Shui Anluo gently shook the milk bottle in her hand. The little darling was reaching out his tiny arms to grab it. He had walked for too long and was thirsty.

Shui Anluo carefully tested the temperature of the milk in the bottle as a smirk hung on the corners of her lips the entire time. “Yuan Jiayi, don’t you find it strange that I’m still alive?” Shui Anluo looked up at her as she spoke. There was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Yuan Jiayi crossed her hands over her chest with a small smirk on her lips as if she understood what Shui Anluo meant.

“Why? Do you think that I’m the one who had tried to kill you? Or do you think that using this matter to kill Lin Qianchen wasn’t enough so you want to drag me along as well?” Yuan Jiayi said with a smile.

Shui Anluo carried the little darling and got to her feet before she slowly walked toward her. She then bent down in front of Yuan Jiayi. “I never told you about Lin Qianchen’s death so how did you know about how Lin Qianchen had died? Are you giving me a confession without duress?”