Meng Xinyan insisted on staying. Even though Su Lenghan said that he was only trying to let her stay in another villa, she would never agree. She felt more and more panicky and hoped that the baby in her tummy would be a boy. If it turned out to be a son, her place would be completely secured.
"Su Lenghan, don't even think about it. Now that you have a mistress, you want to throw me away?"
Su Lenghan's head seemed to throb endlessly. His face turned pale as he stared at Meng Xinyan. He had already started regretting, but regrets wouldn't bring him back to the past. This was his choice, and he could only swallow this bitter pill no matter how difficult it was.
However, despite his best effort, it was still useless.
"Meng Xinyan, don't you want to spend your life peacefully? What mistress? Don't let your imagination run wild."
