The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

Even for that child, you had to pull yourself together.

Yang Mingyu suddenly remembered that he had met He Xiyan in Shenzhen last year. He Xiyan then had had a big belly already. That child was now possibly more than nine months old.

He did not know what the child looked like, nor had he ever seen it.

Yixuan, if you knew that you did have your own child, would you stop abandoning yourself like this and become high-spirited?

Yang Mingyu suddenly took a deep breath, frowning tightly. His fingers were held tight, a trace of hesitation flashing through his eyes.

However, he shook his head soon, denying such idea of dishonesty in his heart.

After all, he personally promised He Xiyan to help keep the secret. He also knew that once Yixuan knew the existence of the child, he would try his best to take that child back. That would be too cruel to He Xiyan, because the child was her life after all.

Unless He Xiyan was willing to return to Mo family for the sake of the child.

However, was that possible?

Yang Mingyu paced in the ward, thinking about what to do. He felt that whether he said or not would not be helpful. If he did mention it, it was not good. If he did not mention it, Yixuan would be too discouraged to pull himself together.

If the company’s big boss was in charge, it wouldn’t be long before many employees started slacking off. He didn’t know how to push forward some projects either.

In a word, knowing this secret really put him in a dilemma.

He thought it would be better for him to meet He Xiyan first and listen to her thoughts. After all, she was now with Ye Hao and he didn’t know how they got along either. Of course, he also wanted to see the child.

In the bed, Mo Yixuan closed his eyes slightly. His brain seeming to be emptied, he didn’t want to think about anything, nor did he want to care about anything.

He still had a needle in one of his hand, through which liquid medicine was infused, while the other hand fell down weakly to the bedside.

His whole person looked listless.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes, looking at Yang Mingyu who seemed very anxious. He then said lightly, “You go rest first, Mingyu, the company’s business, I will handle properly. I will also find someone to help you. In any case, you do not need to worry that the company may not function well because of me.”

He would not leave Mo’s years of hard work destroyed in his hands, even if he did not want to take the responsibility any more.

Yang Mingyu sighed again helplessly. Knowing that Mo Yixuan could not be persuaded, he could only choose to be silent.

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At this time, the Mo family, though remaining the luxurious and spacious villa, indeed appeared extremely desolate. Besides a security guard, a cook and a driver, there was only Lin Yanyan taking care of Mo Ye who was more than ten months old now.

Lin Yanyan was still under twenty two years old, a few months younger than Wu Xiaomin. Actually, she had been caring for the child for more than twenty days since that thing happened.

She had no idea how many days she had been in such a tiring state or how many nights she hadn’t slept well.

Except for the high salary, she really wanted to quit and leave. She came here only to work as a maid, but now she had become a nanny. What was worse, the child she took care of was a bastard.

She had no interest in nurturing any feelings with this child. After all, god knew whether the child would be deserted by the Mo family or taken away by the Chengs. Although Mo family had not yet made it clear whether to keep this child in Mo family, yet it was predictable that this child would not be liked by anyone even if he stayed here.

Since she knew that the child was not Mr. Mo’s, she could not like the child any more, simply feeling that with no father nor mother, this child was really pitiful.