Contract mommy, daddy's love is doomed

Thinking back to two years ago, when she walked into Sheng's house with a big belly, no one helped her in.

The housekeeper threw her a key, and it took her half an hour to walk to the remote attic to live in, holding the stairs alone.

She eats and does laundry by herself. Except during the confinement period, Mrs. Sheng happily embraced her grandson and hired a confinement wife. Almost no one else took care of her.

Sheng Lu rarely spends time with her.

Except for solving needs, I would come to her frequently, and the rest of the time I would not see anyone.

As soon as Jiang Ziyan came in, she was greeted personally by Sheng Lu and loved by Mrs. Sheng.

The difference is really big.

After a while, I'm afraid it won't even be my turn to solve Sheng Lu's needs.

Ye Han suddenly felt heartbroken. When her father sold her to a fat old man for gambling debts, she didn't seem to feel so empty in her heart.

Ye Han took out a booklet from under the pillow, which was her most precious thing in the Sheng family.

Turning to the first page, it was Sheng Qi's [-]nd birthday a month ago, when he pestered Sheng Lv to leave his work and brought the mother and son to the amusement park, Ye Han secretly asked the staff to take a family photo.

Although none of the three of them were smiling, they were at least in one frame.

Sheng Lu hugged Sheng Qi and sat on his favorite slide, Ye Han was holding a water bottle beside him, the only warm photo of the three of them.

Ye Han clipped this picture on the front page of the book, and at the back were mostly photos of Sheng Qi's growing up, from birth to two years old, she regarded each one as a treasure.

She always thought that if one day she had to leave the Sheng family, she could still take it as a thought.

On each page, she would leave a little space for Sheng Lu, as if imagining that one day she could fill every page.

But now, Jiang Ziyan is about to enter the door.

She laughed at herself, how could she have such ridiculous fantasies?
Ye Han closed the book and put it away. Today's family banquet was so tight that she couldn't even go to the rooftop where she usually walks, so she simply went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, his eyes suddenly lit up, and only then did he realize that the phone on the bed had been on for a long time.

Picking it up, it turned out to be a message from Sheng Lu, and it had been almost half an hour.

Sheng Lu seldom sent her messages, so Ye Han immediately clicked on the text message.

Keep it short.

—Come to the banquet hall.

Ye Han frowned, why did Sheng Lu let him go to the banquet hall?
Is it Sheng Lu's or Mrs. Sheng's?

Not going, not going.

Ye Han grabbed the phone tightly, and finally chose not to go. She couldn't afford to make another mistake.

——I'm a little tired and fell asleep today, let's get together.

After Ye Han typed this message, he was hesitating whether it was in place, when she suddenly sank behind her, and she stood up.

He saw Sheng Lu standing behind him.

"Why did you drink?"

Ye Han panicked, originally wanted to ask why she was asked to go to the banquet hall, but became inexplicably nervous when she smelled alcohol all over Sheng Lu's body.

Sheng Lu rarely drinks alcohol. The Sheng family has stood in H City for many years. As the future head of the Sheng Lu Sheng family, it is only for others to fawn on him and lick his feet.

Only on that night two years ago, she saw Sheng Lu get drunk.

It was that time that Jiu Xing asked for the drugged Ye Han, and saved Ye Han from escaping from the clutches.

Since then, she has never seen Sheng Lu drunk again.

"Sheng Lu, are you okay? I'll get you some tea to sober up."

Ye Han got up worried, thinking that being drunk is not good for health, Sheng Lu is busy with business, and it will be bad if he hurts his liver.

"Those pots of violets, did you put them away?"

Unexpectedly, after only two steps, Sheng Lu suddenly strode forward, grabbed Ye Han's wrist and lifted it up.

With great strength, he pressed Ye Han against the wall.

"Sheng Lu?" Ye Han was taken aback. Although Sheng Lu was not gentle with her, he was not rude either.

"Perfume, you also gave it to Jiang Ziyan?"

Ye Han was puzzled, he didn't know why Sheng Lu lost his temper, and he was even more confused when he heard the words about perfume.

I faintly sensed in my heart that it might be Mrs. Sheng...

"You're drunk, rest first." Ye Han frowned in pain, but Sheng Lu pinched her hands even tighter, pressing her thin chest on Ye Han's graceful figure, and Ye Han's back was forced tight Sticking to the wall, bearing Sheng Lu's indifferent gaze.

"In such a hurry to leave the Sheng family, why did you have to cry and beg to give birth to my child? Just to pay off your father's gambling debt? It's been two years, and you haven't saved enough money?"

"Ye Han, you asked for the position of Mrs. Sheng, and you are not worthy! You are not qualified to give away my things at will."

Sheng Lu's tone became more and more indifferent, and the insulting words were like thorny needles piercing into her softest place.