Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

An Qi stroked his head, her heart hurting like a knife.

Back then, when Xiaoqian was still so young, she was forced to separate from him. Now, the tragedy is about to happen again.

Unable to stay with him and protect him personally, she worries about his safety all the time.

"Xiaoqian, this is no longer mom's home. Mom can't stay here. This time, mom came here to tell you that Yi Jing is a very dangerous person. You must stay away from her and don't touch her. Something to give her so she doesn’t poison you.”

Xiaoqian nodded, "I understand, Mom."

He wouldn't want Yi Jing's things, and she couldn't enter Lu's house.

"Be sure to remember it, and don't forget it." An Qi warned her again and again, feeling uneasy.

Xiaoqian raised her little hand and patted her shoulder like a little adult, "Don't worry, Mom, I won't forget it and I will protect myself."

He has a photographic memory, and the word "forget" does not exist in the dictionary of life.

An Qi hugged her son distressedly and kissed his head.

The more sensible he was, the more uncomfortable she felt. Her heart seemed to be tightly strangled by a rope, unable to beat regularly.

Xiaoqian took out a necklace from her clothes.

"Mom, this is a necklace you made by yourself, right? Dad gave it to me the day before yesterday. He said it was made by mother. I like it very much. This little finless porpoise is so cute. I will wear it all the time."

An Qi was stunned, her eyes suddenly widened even more than her age.

Isn't this the necklace that was auctioned at the party?

Why is it worn on my son?

Is it...

While she was in shock, Lu Junyan came back.

She asked her son to go back to the room first, and she wanted to ask Lu Junyan clearly.

"Did you arrange the mysterious person who took away my necklace at the Muse Club's auction?"

Lu Junyan poured a glass of water and sat on the sofa, "How can you let others take your things away?"

"What exactly do you mean?"

An Qi stared at him, her eyes as sharp as arrows, wanting to look into his heart through his cold eyes and see clearly his unfathomable thoughts.

Lu Junyan maintained his indifference, as if wearing a mask on his face, hiding all his emotions behind the mask.

"Whatever you think it means, that's what it means."

An Qi stepped in front of him and grabbed his collar, "Do you regret it? Do you regret divorcing me and marrying Yi Jing?"

Lu Junyan didn't answer. She came too close, her graceful body almost touching his.

The charming fragrance exuded from her body surrounded him, making his heart lose balance, his reason was constantly being swallowed up, and his hormones were surging under the waves.

He was so eager, eager to kiss her soft red lips, eager to touch her charming body, eager to possess her fiercely.

But he couldn't, he could only resist the impulse, and the nerves in his whole body ached faintly.

An Qi was keenly aware of his abnormal reaction.

"Lu Junyan, if you regret it, divorce her. I am willing to remarry you."

For Xiaojin, she can endure his betrayal and abandonment. As long as Xiaojin can be safe and sound, even if she will never be happy again, even if she has to live a life of different dreams, she will be happy with it.

Lu Junyan swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling with heat and pain.

In fact, he was not married to Yi Jing at all. With his power, it would be easy to set up a fake marriage and hide it from the truth.

But he couldn't tell her.

After breaking her hand, he stood up and went to the table to pour a glass of water to keep himself calm.

"you think too much."

He tried his best to sound more indifferent than he expected.

An Qi felt as if a ladle of cold water had been poured on her, her heart felt cold and she felt extremely hopeless.