The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

“Xiaxia,” Mu Li murmured her name.

Seeing that they knew each other, the social worker tugged on Xiaxia’s sleeve. “Why, you know her? Great! Please talk to her. I’ve said all I can say, but she won’t even look at me!”

An Xiaxia nodded and carefully approached Mu Li while talking to her in a seemingly casual tone. “It’s so windy here. Come down from there and we can talk.”

Mu Li smiled. “You don’t have to do that. I’ve made up my mind.”

An Xiaxia thought her heart had stopped.

She couldn’t just stand there and watch as someone perished in front of her eyes.

An Xiaxia was going to use Mu Li’s parents as leverage when she recalled the rumors she used to hear in high school.

Her father was a murderer and her mother a mistress… To Mu Li, her parents weren’t people to be proud of, but were her ultimate disgrace.

“Mu Li, given time, all things will pass. Whatever you’re going through right now, there will come a day when you will look back and see that this was nothing.” An Xiaxia took a deep breath. “Now, tell me, what’s wrong?”

Mu Li hadn’t expected that the last person she would see in this world was An Xiaxia.

She smiled with tears in her eyes. “Xiaxia, I’m so jealous of you! I really am! You have such a nice family and so many people like you! And there’s Qi Yanxi…”

Qi Yanxi? Was this because of her unrequited love?

Racking her brain, An Xiaxia tried her best to weave Qi Yanxi into their conversation. “You know what? Qi Yanxi talks about you all the time, saying that you’re a really nice girl and his good friend. Mu Li, maybe your approach wasn’t right. Get down from there and have another go. Maybe next time, the two of you will become a couple…”

“That’s never going to happen!” Mu Li’s eyes were bloodshot red. “Stop making up stories! I’m nothing to him!”

“Even if that’s the case, there are still so many good men out there and you just have to find the right one for you. I’m sure there’s someone waiting for you somewhere.” An Xiaxia started on her chicken soup for the soul. “You’re jealous of me? But I’ve lived through hardship myself. I know what it feels like to feel despair at the entire world! But we must keep going. As long as we live, there’s hope… Mu Li, come back down here, will you?”

Mu Li was moved by those words and her cheeks were streaked with tears.

A doctor arrived in a hurry. Taking in the scene, he rushed to An Xiaxia’s side and whispered, “She’s pregnant… Maybe she’s not ready to accept the reality.”

An Xiaxia’s face lit up and she said hastily, “Even if this world has been so cruel to you, you still have to think about your child! You can make everything beautiful for it once it comes into this world! You’ll give it the best things you can offer! It’ll be a continuation of your life! Mu Li, you’re a mother now! A mother!”

Mu Li was dazed by those words. Over on one side, two firemen gestured at each other, deftly rushed to Mu Li’s side, and brought her back from the edge of the roof.

An Xiaxia’s knees buckled. She sat down on the ground, panting.

The doctors had long had a stretcher ready, and they carried Mu Li away on it. When they walked past An Xiaxia, Mu Li asked with red-rimmed eyes, “Xiaxia, am I a mother now?”

An Xiaxia could only nod repeatedly.

Mu Li caressed her stomach, the look on her face peaceful.

An Xiaxia walked down the stairs, bracing herself against the wall. She then bumped into a tall figure and both were surprised to see each other.

Looking at her face, Qi Yanxi was full of remorse. “Xiaxia…”

Realization only hit An Xiaxia now and she asked gingerly, “Mu Li’s baby… is it yours?”