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At that moment, Li Xiaoran looked at Lan Baobao's growing belly and pressed her for the reason. This clueless girl didn't even know whose child she was carrying!
Li Xiaoran was truly at a loss for words.
"Well, since you've come back, are you still in touch with him?" Li Xiaoran asked.
"Who?" Lan Baobao pretended not to understand anything.
Yet her heart was bitter, and she couldn't speak. After five or six years, Lan Baobao still hadn't forgotten that scene.
Five years ago, when she pushed open the door to the newlywed home that her fiancé Pan Xinzi had prepared for her, she saw her childhood best friend lying on her wedding bed, entangled with her fiancé...
Lan Baobao downed her drink in one go and poured herself another. She really didn't want to recall the past; she still remembered how she had slapped Pan Xinzi hard.
That slap was not just on Pan Xinzi's face; it struck deep into her heart.
It shattered all her attachments and expectations beyond repair.
Lan Baobao gazed out the window at the myriad of lights. Her two little treasures were sound asleep next door. She didn't look at Li Xiaoran, who had always cared for her.
This friend was different from the one who had taken everything from her.
Li Xiaoran held her close, continuously calling her a fool and a softie, but deep down, she felt immense pain for her friend.
"Forget it, since you're back this time, just live well. You have a job and a child. After some time, you can find another husband to trick into marrying you, and that will be a great success!"
"This..."
Lan Baobao hesitated.
If Xiao Xiao knew that she had signed a fake marriage contract with the black-and-white player Cloud Emperor Ye Zixun...
Lan Baobao shivered; Ye Zixun was nicknamed Cloud Emperor because he acted like clouds, unpredictable and ever-changing.
Compared to Ye Zixun, Li Xiaoran wasn't much better off; her fate might be sealed today.
Forget it, let's wait until the wedding!
That night, Mumu got up to use the bathroom. After putting on a pure cotton jacket, he quietly glanced at the sleeping Ruo Ruo in bed and couldn't help but smile. He gently pulled the blanket back over her and tiptoed out of the bedroom.
His foot bumped into something cold, followed by a series of clattering sounds that were jarring and shocking. Mumu frowned, already feeling an ominous sense in his heart.
Turning around, Mumu saw a scene that was hard to bear.
Large bottles of alcohol were scattered all over the floor, and Li Xiaoran and Lan Baobao were sprawled on opposite ends of the sofa, their feet resting on each other as they slept soundly.
Their clothes and pants were in disarray, with Lan Baobao's top nearly pulled over her head.
This kind of woman really makes him wonder how her father could bear to harm himself by choosing her to plant the seeds of joy.
But who could blame her for being his mother? If he doesn't care, who else can he expect to love her?
Mumu shook his head, rolling his eyes as he walked to the kitchen to make two cups of honey water before returning to the living room.
"Mommy, Mommy..." He patted Lan Baobao's cheek. Lan Baobao grumbled a few words in displeasure and awkwardly turned away from him.
Her clothes were pressed beneath her.
Mumu sighed; didn't this woman realize she had someone who cared for her?
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