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

Long Manyin stared at her daughter who was almost in tears from her anxiety. She quickly reached out to soothe her emotions. “I’m only asking for your opinion.”

Shui Anluo pursed her lips. She then lowered her head and started pulling her fingers.

Long Manyin lowered her head and stared at her daughter. This was what she would do whenever she was confused.

Long Manyin held her hand and stopped her from hurting herself. “Luoluo.”

“But you don’t even want me, Mother. Even the news of your wedding had come from Chu Ningyi.” The more Shui Anluo spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. Her tears trickled down onto the back of Long Manyin’s hand.

Shui Anluo’s tears burned Long Manyin’s hand. “Luoluo, I never wanted to keep this from you. It’s just that there’re some things that I don’t want you to know about and I don’t want you to experience either.”

“But I’m your daughter.” Shui Anluo lifted her head. Her tears were streaming down yet her voice remained unyielding.

“Silly girl, it’s because you’re my daughter.” Long Manyin pulled her into her arms again and gently patted her on the back. “Luoluo, no one in this world is more important to me than you, understand?”

“Brother said that his mother…”

“That’s between us. Be good. If you love Chu Ningyi, then be happy with him,” Long Manyin wiped her tears as she spoke. “I just want you to be happy.”

“But I still feel wronged. I was the last one to find out about your wedding.” Shui Anluo continued to pull her fingers. Besides, Long Manyin had taught Shui Anluo one thing — if someone does not wish to tell her about a certain matter, do not ask. This was a form of respect.

Therefore, when Long Manyin had mentioned that it was something she could not talk about, Shui Anluo never thought about insisting on an answer.

“Alright, I’m in the wrong this time. I’ll fulfill one wish for you, alright?” Long Manyin chuckled.

“Then I want to be your maid of honor.” Shui Anluo tugged on her mother’s dress as she softly requested.

Long Manyin shook for a moment then laughed. “My darling, you already are a mother. How are you going to be my maid of honor?”

“But I’m not married. Please, Mom?” Shui Anluo reached out and swayed Long Manyin’s arm back and forth. She wanted to personally send her mother off.

“No.” Before Long Manyin could say anything, someone at the doorway cut Shui Anluo off.

Shui Anluo looked up at the handsome man at the doorway and pursed her lips, “Mother…”

Long Manyin gently patted the back of Shui Anluo’s hand. She then turned back to Luo Yun and frowned. “What’re you doing here?”

Luo Yun scoffed and stared at Shui Anluo’s tear-stained face as Shui Anluo stared back at him as well. He had already snatched her mother away from her yet he still has the guts to treat her so rudely.

“Little girl, you’re the first person who’s ever dared to look at me like that aside from your mother,” Luo Yun scoffed.

“I’m going to stare at you like that anyway. I’ll be my mother’s maid of honor,” Shui Anluo replied, refusing to concede defeat.

“Little girl, you’re divorced. Do you want to bring misfortune to your mother?” Luo Yun might not have been in the country but he cares about certain things. He cares about anything when it involves Long Manyin.

Shui Anluo was shaken for a moment before she sent Luo Yun an irritated glare. She then cut across him and ran out.

“I like this girl, she’s just like you when you were young,” Luo Yun remarked.

Shui Anluo returned dejectedly to the guest room and immediately threw herself onto the bed. Chu Ningyi was holding his laptop, handling official documents.

“What’s wrong?”

“I hate my stepfather.” Shui Anluo replied as she pounded the pillow.

Chu Ningyi raised his brow. Luo Yun was a hotshot. This girl had completely forgotten about the knot in her heart and had gotten into a dispute with her stepfather instead.