He Jitang leisurely smoked.
He showed no emotions towards his ex-wife.
Lin Xianni swallowed all her disappointnt and softly asked him, "Jitang, is there really no possibility for us anymore?"
He Jitang glanced at her indifferently.
She knew the answer.
Yet she couldn’t accept it, finally blurting out, "Do you like Miss Su?"
He Jitang’s brows twitched slightly.
He looked down, playing with a pure gold lighter with his slender, handso fingers.
He chuckled sarcastically, "Ruanruan is like a sister to , how could I?"
Lin Xianni stared deeply at him and said sothing aningful.
She said, "There are quite a lot of people who like Miss Su!"
He Jitang didn’t respond to her. He just asked her, "Is there anything else? If not, I’ll have the butler see you out."
Lin Xianni was still attached to him, she pleaded, "Jitang, hold one more ti. Maybe by holding , you could rediscover the old feelings, and we could be happy."
He refused.
He said, "I feel nothing for you! Lin Xianni, if it weren’t for the fact that you are Ci’an’s mother, you wouldn’t be standing here well."
She was suddenly shocked.
He Jitang continued, "All you think about is your joy, your happiness. What about Ci’an, where do you put him?"
He probably didn’t want to say more.
He gestured for her to leave.
Lin Xianni still wanted to try.
He Jitang lost his patience; his thin lips coldly spat out one word.
"Leave!"
... Lin Xianni was completely stunned.
At this mont, she was finally willing to believe that this man truly had no feelings for her anymore.
She left under the cover of night.
Outside the He Residence.
A woman stood there, watching Lin Xianni leave.
It was Mrs. Yin.
Mrs. Yin had a cold smile on her lips: "Useless!"
She had bet wrong, overestimating He Jitang’s feelings for his ex-wife.
It turned out, he didn’t love won!
...
Mrs. Yin faced defeat again.
She returned to the Yin Mansion, and late at night, Yin Changhe was not at ho.
He was surely ssing around sowhere.
Mrs. Yin was displeased, but then she saw Yin Mingzhu descending from the second floor.
These days, Yin Mingzhu had undergone a big change.
In the past, she always carried herself like an artist.
Now, she was always heavily made up.
Mrs. Yin heard she got involved with a pretty influential old man.
But now, she was too lazy to care.
Yin Mingzhu smiled, "Dad isn’t at ho, not sure which little enchantress he’s with now."
Mrs. Yin sat down with dignity.
She sipped her coffee.
After a while, she said, "As long as I am still the lady of the Yin family, that is enough."
Yin Mingzhu scoffed.
She sat opposite Mrs. Yin and lit a slim cigarette.
Exhaling a stream of smoke leisurely, Yin Mingzhu chuckled, "You really endure a lot!"
Mrs. Yin didn’t argue with her.
Yin Mingzhu side-eyed her: "Lin Xianni ran away, didn’t she? I told you that woman was useless! Jitang bro got hurt by her; I think he lost the capacity to love for life."
Mrs. Yin’s expression turned sour.
Yin Mingzhu probed, "I heard you brought a girl from C city? What, gave her to He Jitang too?"
Mrs. Yin forced a smile.
She took out a photo from her purse and placed it on the coffee table.
Yin Mingzhu looked at her muttering and picked it up.
Then, her expression turned horrified.
She said, "Looking like this, is she the child’s birth mother?"
Mrs. Yin smiled lightly.
She said, "Of course not! But we can blur Ruanruan’s eyes a bit. Think about it, if we reveal this woman during the YR year-end party saying she’s the little darling’s birth mother, you know, Ruanruan wouldn’t be able to refute!"
Yin Mingzhu looked at Mrs. Yin with new eyes.
She said, "Ruanruan will surely be uncomfortable, always tangled up about Bao Jingyan’s child’s birth mother!"
Mrs. Yin smiled reservedly.
They montarily ford an alliance again.
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