The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

By the time he let go of her, her lips had already gone red and swollen.

Hao snapped a tissue to wipe his mouth, his red, puffy eyes dancing in their sockets.

“You owed me this,” he hissed, flinging fist to the side table near him and almost breaking the glasses on top.

He turned around and strode out, angrily slamming the door behind him.

Shoot! Why was he so mad? He was mad at her for getting pregnant at the worst time. He was planning to open his heart and tell her how he felt. He even considered buying a ring. Despite his desire for marriage, he did like her and see her as a perfect fit for him.

He could even accept the fact that she was divorced, but the baby was too much, not to mention who the father was.

Rubbing her bloated lips, Xiyan gasped for air to recover from the intense incident, her face and neck still red for lack of oxygen.

She tried to calm herself down by gently rubbing through her chest that felt like it was about to explode.

The episode really got her scared.

She had never seen him in such a furious state before.

He must be really mad at her. Otherwise, he wouldn’t expose that side of him.

It was justifiable in a way since she failed to inform him of her situation. She found it hard to blame him for what just happened, so she made peace with it by calling it even.

She was grateful for what he had done for her, but that’s about it. She couldn’t be with him.

Having cleaned the mess, she strolled into the room that was redecorated by her with hung paintings and several plants: money plant, snake plant, etc, adding a sign of life to the room.

This was her home now. She had signed a transferral agreement with the old owner the previous week and bought the place at 4,520,000 RMB.

80 square meters, the place was not huge but enough to accommodate her and the expected baby.

She couldn’t give her child a normal family, nor could she find him a new dad for seldom would a man be willing to accept a kid that’s not his, including Hao.

She would, however, provide the best life for her child by all means.

She bought numerous books lately, all about investment and asset management, and she would read them at night or studied on the Internet.

As promised, Yixuan transferred 68 million RMB to her account, the amount of that had far surpassed her perception and could provide for her whole life.

She was never an iron lady type, and therefore the thought of using the money to open her own business had never crossed her mind. She did, however, intend to invest wisely to keep a stable increase in value.

My baby, do you know that you are to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth? And that’s your father’s last blessing to us and his makeup for the paternal love you won’t be able to have.

Xiyan blinked, tears skimming her cheeks.

She had been thinking these days, about the past, about love, about the rest of her life. Exhausted, she didn’t want to be involved in any drama anymore. As for the man, she couldn’t hate him after everything they had been through – she loved him, chased him, had him, and then lost him. It’s fate. From the day on, she just wanted to be with her child.

My baby, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.