Three years ago.

Beihai City.

The lights are on, and the night is dark.

In contrast to the hustle and bustle of the city center, there is the silence of a villa like water.

"Jingle bell—"

Wen Qing was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell, and hurriedly got up from the sofa with a panicked gaze. Looking at the door with her lips pursed, she took a deep breath before she straightened her clothes and walked towards the door.

Her long, inky hair curled like seaweed, draped over her thin shoulders, and hung down on her chest and back. With her movements, it swayed slightly, cute and playful.

Just two steps away, Aunt Xiang, who was making dinner, hurriedly walked out. Seeing that Wen Qing had already walked halfway, he stood respectfully and called "Mrs." in a low voice.

Wen Qing nodded and didn't go forward. Motioning to Aunt Xiang to open the door with her eyes, she turned around and was about to return to the sofa.

Aunt Xiang trotted over and opened the door, and as soon as the door opened, a cold wind rushed in. Aunt Xiang couldn't help but squint, and for a while she didn't see the person at the door.

The man stepped forward on his own and came in directly. Aunt Xiang hurriedly closed the door, and then she saw the person who came.

A beautiful woman.

Enchanting, seductive, like a sexy apple waiting to be picked, it is a man's favorite type. The glossy makes people want to take a bite and are reluctant to let go.

She raised her chin proudly, first looked around, and then looked at Wen Qing, with disdain and jealousy in her eyes, and even snorted lightly.

"Mrs. He?"

Wen Qing looked at the woman and looked at her slightly bulging lower abdomen. Hearing the woman call her, Wen Qing subconsciously let out a "hmm".

The woman smiled, "Hello, I'm Yiming's woman, the kind who shares the same bed." ”

Wen Qing seemed to have been drained of blood in an instant, her face was pale, and her whole body was cold.

After half a year of marriage, except for seeing him on the wedding day, she has always been alone, with Aunt Xiang as her companion.

Lu Kelan looked at Wen Qing and felt relieved.

Wen Qing is not very beautiful, at most it is an attractive kind. The white loose vest covers the thighs, and it looks very average.

Lu Kelan straightened her chest slightly and gave herself a hundred points.

"You ......"

"Lu Kelan."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, she knew the name.

He Yiming received a text message from "Kelan" on his wedding night, threw her down and left in a hurry.

She always thought that he was in a hurry, and waited patiently, but it was half a year to wait.

Looking at Lu Kelan at this moment, she only felt sarcastic.

Thinking of the premise of their marriage, Wen Qing suppressed the sourness in her heart and asked Lu Kelan to sit down.

Aunt Xiang wanted to speak and stopped, but because of her identity, she sighed and poured tea for them in the kitchen.

"Miss Lu came over at night, is there something wrong?"

"Heh," Lu Kelan smiled a little shyly, but with unquestionable confidence, "I'm here to tell you that I have Yiming's child." ”

Wen Qing picked at her palms with her fingers, and the pain pressed down the astringency in her eyes.

She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the smile on her face was still very natural.

"It's really not easy, I'm pregnant, and I'm still working like this."