Mr. Qin’s divorced ex-wife

Later, she really got pregnant. She didn't know who the child belonged to, and she wasn't sure who she would look like after giving birth. She was frightened every day and wanted to abort the child, but Wen Zongguo threatened her that if she dared to abort the child, he would Expose what happened between them.

She was furious, but he comforted her gently, using both soft and hard tactics to make her take desperate risks.

Finally, the child was born, and fortunately the child looked like her and not like any of them.

She breathed a sigh of relief and didn't want to find out whose child it was, but Wen Zongguo had someone secretly do a paternity test.

The child is Wen Zongguo's.

Also.

Wen Zongguo wanted her all night, but even though Yan Haosen was drugged, he only wanted her once when the drug was at its strongest, and he didn't touch her again after that.

How could the child be Yan Haosen's?

After that, she did not dare to contact Wen Zongguo again, and her personality became much more restrained. It was not until Yan Zhenyao was nineteen years old and Yan Jiao was nine years old that Yan Haosen was diagnosed with malignant cancer and his body declined rapidly, and Wen Zongguo came to visit again.

For so many years, Wen Zongguo had been taking care of her overtly and covertly, and she got mixed up with him again when she felt soft.

This time, it was in Yan Haosen's house, her room.

At that time, she thought that everyone was going to visit Yan Haosen, so she became more courageous. However, when she was deeply in love, she suddenly heard Wen Zongguo shouting coldly: "Who?!"

Song Yuan was scared out of her mind, but Wen Zongguo still wanted to continue. However, Song Yuan quickly pushed Wen Zongguo away, put on a bathrobe and opened the door, and finally met the fearful eyes of a maid.

Song Yuan looked cold: "Have you seen everything?"

The maid was shivering and could hardly stand still: "Madam, I didn't see anything, I didn't hear anything, I'm leaving right now!"

Song Yuan raised her lips and sneered: "Really?"

The maid nodded hurriedly: "I really didn't see anything."

Song Yuan's voice was gentle: "Unfortunately, I only believe the mouth of the dead."

The maid's eyes widened and she wanted to speak, but her mouth was covered from behind and she was quickly dragged away.

"Uh huh...!!" The maid looked desperate, her eyes full of pleading and fear. She looked straight at Song Yuan, trying to gain any sympathy from her.

Song Yuan watched coldly until a muffled sound came, and then the house became quiet.

A strong body hugged her from behind, and his lips kissed and slid down her neck. The man's voice was hoarse and full of lust: "Baby, let's continue."

Song Yuan wanted to struggle, but the man took her to the bed.

Seeing that the man was leaning forward and about to press him down, she raised her legs to press against the man's chest. Her toes covered with red nail polish were white and enchanting.

"Aren't you afraid that someone will come in again?"

The man held her feet, lowered his head and bit her toes, and laughed muffledly: "Death under peonies, even a ghost can be charming."

As he spoke, he pulled the woman's legs apart and covered her with his whole body.

Song Yuan didn't think too much at the time. She thought the person outside was the maid.

But now after hearing Yan Jiao's words, she suddenly had a guess.

She lowered her face and said, "The maid is your scapegoat. The person outside at that time was not the maid, but you."

Yan Jiao blinked her eyes: "Mommy is so smart. I was very scared at the time, so I ran away quickly, but I was afraid that you would investigate thoroughly, so I called the maid sister to come up and bring you fruits. Unexpectedly, Mommy You were so cruel that you actually killed her."

Song Yuan clenched her palms and looked at the pretty woman standing in front of her, with a hint of innocent charm on her pretty little face and an innocent look on her face.

Who would have thought that underneath this appearance, there is actually a devil who eats people without spitting out their bones.

She was only nine years old at the time!

Nine years old!

A nine-year-old child can be so scheming and ruthless, and now she is twenty-two years old, how cruel and vicious she must be.

Song Yuan suddenly felt fear in her heart. Is this really her daughter?

Her lips trembled and her voice was hoarse: "Although you caught me having an affair with Wen Zongguo, that affair does not mean that you are the product of the affair. When did you find out that you were not Yan Haosen's daughter?"

"Oh, this," Yan Jiao sat across from her casually: "I don't look like daddy, and I saw you and your lover in a passionate scene, so I became suspicious, and took advantage of daddy's During the condolence meeting, I got close to your lover, obtained his hair, and then took it for a paternity test. Well... it was about three months after your affair?"

Song Yuan twitched her lips: "So you hate me?"

"No," Yan Jiao smiled and said, "I'm quite happy. After all, I lost a daddy and got a father. Doesn't this prove that I have one more person to protect my future? I'm so happy. It’s too late, how can I hate you?”

"Look, I haven't had a very smooth life in the past few years. My career is booming. I have people to help me deal with many embarrassing things, and there are people to help me deal with the aftermath. I don't have to think about anything else at all. I can do whatever I want. This It feels great.”

"It's just, Mommy, I feel a little disgusted." Yan Jiao's smile became a little cold: "You always interfere in my life under the banner of doing good for me, which really adds a lot of trouble to me. Also Those disgusting expressions and eyes that seem to give up everything for me, don’t you think you are super great and selfless? But it’s really disgusting to me!”

"You want to control me because you think you're being nice to me, Mommy, don't you think you're going a little too far? Huh?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe, and her face was pale and bloodless.

She smiled desperately: "Yan Jiao, thank you so much for making my life a complete joke."

She tried her best to plan for her, but in her eyes, it became evidence of her control.

She had never forced her to do anything she didn't want to do, and she had never fought for anything she was persistent about.

But she only saw her control.

ridiculous!

How ridiculous!

Yan Jiao seemed to hate seeing her expression at this moment, her brows furrowed, and a flash of irritation and disgust flashed in her eyes.

"You are a joke!" She said coldly: "From beginning to end!"

Song Yuan laughed at herself: "You are right."

After saying that, the expression on her face disappeared instantly, she stood up and walked out.

"This joke of mine will not delay Her Highness the Princess's bright future, oh, no," Song Yuan paused in her steps, turned to smile at her, and said in a sarcastic tone: "Fake Her Highness the Princess."

Yan Jiao's expression turned cold and sinister: "You say it again?"

Song Yuan looked arrogant, as if she was still the radiant presidential wife.

"Yan Jiao, do you think you are great? You are just a scoundrel born of me. I am a joke, but you are not even as good as a joke. Your Royal Highness? Ha!"