After this banquet, Chu Tingting really beca the center of attention. That evening, everything that happened at the banquet was imdiately captured in photos and posted online.
Not only the dia, but also so socialites and celebrity influencers flooded their social circles with pictures.
The photos of Yan Ting holding Chu Tingting quickly beca the hottest topic on the internet thanks to them.
Lin Banxia, under the cover of night, opened a diary and began docunting so unforgettable recent events.
She didn’t know why she insisted on writing her diary by hand — she could have done it on a computer.
But she felt that recording every little mont tied to Yan Ting, stroke by stroke, carried more aning.
When she inevitably faced death three years from now, her child might be able to learn what kind of mother she had been through these notes. On top of that, she could write her reflections on life in the diary.
Since she had decided to have a child with Yan Ting, she truly should start preparing so things to leave behind for her child.
Every ti she thought of possibly leaving her child during their early years, a sorrow too overwhelming to express gripped Lin Banxia, leaving her heart aching and heavy.
At tis, she truly wished to face death without attachnt or hesitation.
But because of that man, because of the deep feelings she had for him, she found herself selfishly wanting to leave him a child — at least the child could stay by his side.
And she believed without a doubt that Yan Ting would be an incredibly responsible and good father.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Lin Banxia raised her head and realized that, unknowingly, her face was already soaked with tears.
She grabbed a tissue, wiped her tears away, and glanced at the caller ID, feeling a flicker of surprise.
It was Leng Weichen!
So late at night—could he be telling her his car was parked outside and that he wanted to co in for tea or sothing?
Once she cald herself, Lin Banxia answered his call.
"Banxia, did you see that news?" The man’s voice carried a trace of annoyance.
Lin Banxia froze: "What news? What happened now?"
"Open your computer and take a look. By now, it feels like the whole world knows how deeply in love Yan Ting and Chu Tingting are." Leng Weichen’s tone was dripping with sarcasm.
Lin Banxia felt an inexplicable chill all over her body. Her voice revealed a sense of urgency: "I’ll hang up now!"
After hanging up, she quickly opened her phone and searched for Chu Tingting’s na. All the news related to her instantly flooded her screen.
"So romantic! The princess-and-prince story is finally happening outside fairy tales."
"Tingting looks so beautiful in her white princess dress, and Mr. Huo’s princess carry—it’s breathtakingly perfect."
"Congratulations, congratulations! Can’t wait to see your wedding and toasts soon—hope you have kids quickly!"
"Mr. Huo is truly a gentle and caring husband candidate!"
As expected, the internet was flooded with comnts sending blessings.
Lin Banxia’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at the photos; she even zood in to get a closer look.
Yan Ting’s sturdy, steady hands were wrapped tightly around Chu Tingting as they descended the stairs in a dazzling light.
Lin Banxia suddenly felt light-headed, a stabbing pain throbbing inexplicably in her chest.
How could a scene like this exist?
Yan Ting, can you still claim you were acting?
Lin Banxia felt an overwhelming sense of disillusionnt with life.
Just monts ago, she was penning heartfelt reflections about their love—and now, the slap of reality was so abrupt, so cruel.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
It hurts!
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