"I know you're very worried about him and want to stay, but you have a baby in your belly now. You can't stay up all night exhausting yourself. Let me handle it; I've grown up now. I can share the burden with you and take care of both of you," Ye Yuan said in a calm yet resolute tone.
Ye Lu couldn't argue with him and finally nodded, gently patting his head.
In truth, she had always harbored the thought that Yuanyuan and Third Young Master Jun, as father and son, had a strained relationship. She hoped to take this opportunity to help them deepen their bond.
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"Useless scum! I've spent so much money and pulled so many strings for you, yet you lost so utterly, so disgracefully. What's the point of my painstaking efforts to cultivate you?" Ivanov roared coldly and sharply, accompanied by a vicious slap across Yiren's face.
The slap knocked Yiren to the ground on the spot. She clutched her face, which burned with pain, her humiliation was beyond endurance.
