My Ex-Husband Is Proposing Again

Su Hongxing closed her eyes, “If I cannot hide it, I’ll let Ye Qilan believe I’m bearing Beichuan’s child.”

That’s the only solution.

Regarding Ye Qilan, if he knew she was carrying his flesh and blood, he wouldn’t let her go, and neither would she leave her child behind.

What else could she do? This was a dead-end, insolvable.

Liu Qingyin understood that Su Hongxing had made her decision.

Just when she thought Su Hongxing was asleep, Su Hongxing said, “There’s something you’re mistaken about. At the beginning, I might have been conflicted. But now, I am sure—I want to give birth to this child.”

As the child grew daily within her abdomen, she knew she couldn’t let go.

She would do everything in her power to protect this child, give birth to him, raise him, and provide him with all the motherly love.

Everything that she lacked, she would give it all to her child.

She never felt this child had anything to do with Ye Qilan. Her bearing the child was solely because of her love for him. This child was a merciful gift from heaven to her, how could she not accept it?

Liu Qingyin looked at Su Hongxing’s tranquil sleeping face, “Sis, you’re so foolish…”

But why did she feel that Su Hongxing this way was quite good?

Both she and Su Hongxing had unpleasant childhoods, manipulated by others like dolls. So why did Su Hongxing still remain so wonderful, while she had taken an opposite path?

Perhaps day filled the mind, night filled the dreams. Su Hongxing was once again trapped in a nightmare.

In her dream, she was pregnant with a large belly, one moment she was cozy with Ye Qilan, the next boils down to her lying in a pool of blood.

She cried for help, hoping someone could rescue her child, but no one paid heed to her. Just like that, a fully formed child was gone…

“Sis, it’s just a dream. Wake up!” Liu Qingyin wiped the sweat off Su Hongxing’s forehead while shouting.

Su Hongxing flung her eyes open from the nightmare.

Then she abruptly sat up, touching her abdomen.

Good, it was just a dream. In this lifetime, her child was still alive. This time, she would protect the child.

Even though she knew that the nightmare she just had was something that really happened in her past life, even though she could still feel the pain of being torn by a knife…

“Sis, are you okay?” Liu Qingyin anxiously looked at Su Hongxing’s pale face.

Su Hongxing continued to sweat profusely, as if she hadn’t come out of her dream state fully, she seemed rather uneasy.

“What’s the time?” Su Hongxing glanced out of the window, the day hadn’t completely broken.

“Half past five, it’s still early, do you want to sleep some more…” But Liu Qingyin spoke many words, Su Hongxing didn’t respond at all.

She found Su Hongxing was absent-minded, wondering about something, her expression desolate.

Liu Qingyin held Su Hongxing’s cold palm, “Sis, from now on, let me protect you, and my little nephew as well. I will not let anyone hurt you, including Ye Qilan.”

“Qingyin, do you believe in destiny?” Su Hongxing touched her own belly, smiling tenderly and beautifully.

“I’ve never believed in such nonexistent things; my fate has always been in my own hands.” Liu Qingyin’s gaze fixed onto Su Hongxing’s smiling face.

“I didn’t use to believe, but now I am starting to.”