Reborn to marry, she no longer wants to be the young master's mother

This news was like a bolt from the blue, shattering all the beautiful visions in her heart. She closed her eyes and tried to bury the pain deep in her heart, but every breath seemed to touch the nerve called "memories", making her feel miserable.

The child, the little life she nurtured with her life and cared for with her love, was sleeping quietly in the next room, breathing evenly and softly. Xie Chaochao felt an indescribable pain in her heart. She knew that in this palace with complicated power struggles and emotional entanglements, if the child stayed with her, she would only suffer more suffering and injustice. She didn't want her child to be involved in this war without gunpowder and become a victim.

I do not know how to describe.

Tears slipped down inadvertently and dripped onto her clothes, silently, but like a heavy burden, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe. Xie Chaochao clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, as if only in this way could she temporarily forget the pain that was gnawing at her bones. She thought of every little thing she had with Chu Heng, and those sweet times were like a dream bubble, which would burst at the touch of a button. How she hoped that all this was just a nightmare, and when she woke up, everything would go back to square one, and she, Chu Heng, and her child could live happily together.

However, reality is always so cruel that she cannot have the slightest illusion. Xie Chaochao knows that she must make a choice. For the future of her child, she is willing to sacrifice everything, even her own happiness and the unforgettable love between her and Chu Heng.

As night fell, the moonlight filled the room like water, adding a touch of tenderness to the cold night. Xie Chaochao stood up, walked to the window, and stared into the distance. Her eyes showed both determination and reluctance. She knew that the road ahead was full of unknowns and challenges, but for the sake of her children, she was willing to take that step bravely, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, to create a sky for her children.

At this moment, Xie Chaochao seemed to no longer be that weak woman, but had transformed into a strong mother, using her love and courage to write her own legend. And all of this stems from a mother's deepest and most selfless love for her child.

Today is the fourth wedding anniversary of Feng Luoluo and Liu Pengwei.

At the same time, it is the birthday of three-year-old son Liu Yiyi.

She got up early, washed their underwear, cleaned the house, and then rubbed her sore waist and went to the kitchen to prepare a candlelight dinner and cake for her son.

Both the father and the son had severe mysophobia, and no aunt who applied for the job could do the job well. The worst time was when a family of three ate uncooked beans and all were admitted to the hospital. Feng Luoluo found it troublesome to change the aunts all the time, so she had to quit her job and became a housewife at home.

Judging from the time, the two of them will be back soon.

She called Liu Wei with great anticipation, but no one answered after three calls.

When she was wondering if something had happened, her phone received a video sent by an unfamiliar number. Her heart began beating like a drum. In the video, she saw not only Liu Wei and Liu Yiyi, but also a long-haired woman in a tight skirt.

It is Liu Wei’s close secretary, Wang Miaomiao.

In the video, Liu Wei's face was full of happiness. He and Wang Miaomiao clapped and sang birthday song for Liu Yiyi. His son clasped his hands together, put on a birthday hat and made a wish. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and blew out the candles. The three of them smiled sweetly.

They are as harmonious as a family of three.

Wang Miaomiao's eyes were full of doting and she reached out to ruffle her hair. Liu Yiyi never allowed Feng Luoluo to touch ruffled hair because he disliked the greasy smell on her hands from cooking.

And her husband had a smile on his face that she had never seen before, so gentle and warm like a spring breeze.

Feng Luoluo's heart felt as if it was stabbed by several swords.

It was stinging and suffocating, and a bitterness emanated from within.

It turned out that her husband and son were very kind to others, just not to her.

As my thoughts were surging, Wang Miaomiao's voice came from the video.

"Yi Yi, what wish did you make?"

"I made a wish, let the yellow-faced woman die, and let Sister Miaomiao be my new mother."

Wang Miaomiao was shocked and quickly covered his mouth, "How can you say that?"

Liu Yiyi lifted her hands and said the cruelest words, word by word, in the most innocent tone in front of Liu Wei, who was drinking and silent.

"Why can't I say that? That yellow-faced woman eats and drinks from dad, doesn't do any work, and loves to make dad angry! Isn't she just good at cooking? But the nanny outside can do it too. She doesn't take care of her appearance all day long, and she's not as pretty as Sister Miaomiao! I like Sister Miaomiao."

After saying that, he took Liu Wei's hand and shook it, "Daddy, you will promise me, right?"

Liu Wei just smiled, not knowing what he was thinking.

The video ends here. Feng Luoluo is shaking all over. No one taught Liu Yiyi. A three-year-old child cannot say such a word as "yellow-faced woman". Is it Liu Wei? Or Wang Miaomiao?

She held back her surging anger and played the video over and over again, her son's vicious, childish voice constantly circling in her ears.

Finally, she lost her courage and slammed her phone on the table.

Her whole body was numb and cold, and the feeling of desolation and disappointment grew stronger and stronger, surrounding her and making her almost desperate. She wanted to endure it, but she couldn't bear it anymore, so she picked up her phone and called Liu Wei.

This time he answered, his tone filled with impatience.

"Is something wrong?"

Feng Luoluo tried hard to find his voice.

"Where are you and Yi Yi?"

“Staff dinner.”

Feng Luoluo's heart was in pain, and she took a deep breath, "Is it a staff dinner or a three-person world for my son and Wang Miaomiao?"

Liu Wei's voice was angry and cold, "You followed me?"

"Stalking? I don't care. Someone sent me a video and you guys happened to be here."

There was a pause on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and Liu Wei's tone became even more impatient, "That's it? Don't be unreasonable. Today happens to be the birthday of an ordinary employee and my son, so we're just celebrating together."

"Ordinary employee? Then do you remember that today is our fourth wedding anniversary? Which boss would take his son to celebrate his birthday today?"

"Don't go too far!"

His furious interruption made Feng Luoluo feel even more disappointed. She suddenly felt it was so boring, and she lost her temper and her voice became much softer.

"Come back and let's get divorced."

She fulfilled her son's reckless dream and helped Liu Wei find a new bride.

She hung up the phone and went upstairs to pack her things. When she was taking out her makeup, she accidentally saw herself in the mirror. She was dusty and unkempt, with thin cheeks and sunken eye sockets. She was a world apart from Wang Miaomiao, who was fully made up.

She had been a slacker for three years in her four years of marriage, but before getting married, she was not inferior to Wang Miaomiao in any way.

The number of times she and Liu Wei had slept in the same bed was very few, and they had never been husband and wife. He was either on a business trip or in his study.