No matter whose child was in her belly, she would be able to marry herself off.
Whether as Xiao Yan's wife or as the Young Madam of the Zhao Family, as long as she had this child, her future would not be difficult.
Cradling her lower abdomen with her palm, she suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
It seemed that heaven still favored her.
Otherwise, why would it send her a child when she was at her wits' end?
Jian Shichu had given her and Xiao Yan three years.
Three years was too long; who knew what could happen in the meantime?
Perhaps Xiao Yan would fall in love with someone else before three years were up?
Perhaps it wouldn't take long for Jian Shichu to think of a way to separate her from Xiao Yan?
When that time came, she would be left with nothing.
The Luan Family's situation was deteriorating day by day, Luan Shasha was in prison, Luan Zhuimei's reputation was ruined, and the Luan Family was in jeopardy; she had less and less money at her disposal.
