Lin Qingyin combined the face of Fat Bao and the photo of Zhang Yating and said: âThis woman has been pregnant five times in her life. Fat Bao is the fifth one. Judging from the appearance of Fat Bao, his mother is no longer capable of giving birth. Fat Bao will be her last child.â
Liu Yuchen was taken aback for a moment and then sneered: âThe Zhang family is really ruthless. Not only do they want me to be the otherâs dish picker, but they also intend to turn our Liu familyâs assets into their Zhang familyâs. The ambition is not small.â
âZhang Yatingâs peach blossoms are full of evil light. Her relationship experience is very rich. Besides you, she will have three marriages. Butâ¦â Lin Qingyin shook her head and did not continue to say because Zhang Yatingâs future life has nothing to do with Liu Yuchen. There was no need to talk about it.
Lin Qingyin looked at Fat Baoâs palm prints and then at his face: âThis childâs biological father should have three biological sisters. His family is poor but he has developed a disgusting and easy-going personality. Also, the relationship between that person and your wife hasnât been interrupted. She still has contact with him now.
Liu Yuchen suddenly remembered that Zhang Yating went back to graduate school after 6 months of post-partum. She was so busy at that time that she couldnât come back even during the holidays. However, she never talked about the result of her studies at home, nor talk about her school experiences. Liu Yuchen always thought that she just wanted to concentrate on her studies, but he didnât expect that it was because she was raising her lover outside while still studying.
âLittle Master, thank you!â Liu Yuchen took out the thick pile of money that he had taken out of his bank card and put it on Lin Qingyinâs desk: âIf it werenât for you, Iâm afraid I would have been ruined by their Zhang family for the rest of my life.â
Lin Qingyin tapped the table with her finger and comforted him: âYou will experience some twists and turns in your life. This hurdle is like a disaster for you. But as long as get over it, over, the road behind will be smooth.â
Liu Yuchen nodded again and again: âI know. In fact, I actually have nothing to miss about this marriage. I even felt relieved to know that I can divorce.â He touched Fat Baoâs head and smiled bitterly: âI just feel pity about this child. If he is my own flesh and blood, even if their family went bankrupt, I can take him away. Itâs a pity that I am not his biological father.â
Lin Qingyin took a clean big apple and handed it to Fat Bao to play with: âSince you like Fat Bao so much, let me say a few more words. Childrenâs faces change easily. Some childrenâs futures can be seen as soon as they are born, while some can be seen on their faces. Fat Bao belongs to the second kind. This childâs face now has two futures. If he can stay away from his parents in the future, he can still become a talent. But if he grew up with his parents, he will only know how to eat, drink, whoring, and gamble. His life will be very miserable.â
Liu Yuchen touched Fat Baoâs head distressedly and thanked Lin Qingyin again: âThank you, Little Master. I will remind the Zhang family and hope they can raise this child well.â
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After leaving school, Liu Yuchen drove to Zhang Familyâs house with Fat Bao. People in the Zhang family already knew that Liu Yuchen came back today. The whole family waited at home without going out. But after waiting for a few hours, they still havenât seen Liu Yuchen. Just when Mother Zhang was a little uncomfortable and began to worry about the safety of his grandson, their villaâs doorbell rang.
The nanny went to open the door and greeted Liu Yuchen with a smile: âYouâre here.â
Liu Yuchen walked in with Fat Bao. Father Zhang, Mother Zhang, and the Zhang Familyâs son, Zhang Mingjie, were all at home. They all stood up after seeing Liu Yuchen coming in.
Although Mother Zhangâs mother was worried about Fat Bao, she looked at Liu Yuchen timidly. She was afraid to step forward. Liu Yuchen put down Fat Bao and asked, âIs Zhang Yating back?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om