Surprise! I'm pregnant with a rich heir

"What do you think I'm going to do? I'm just sending you home. Even if you think I'm dirty, I'm the only one who will send you home," Zhou Qijia pushed her to the passenger seat and said sarcastically.

Shen Lanxi glared at him and turned to look out the window.

The car was silent. Outside the window, neon lights were flashing. It was no different from five years ago. The only things that had changed were the people.

We are obviously born to the same mother, but he takes good care of his sister and avoids me as much as possible. Now he even marries someone else. Why can't he see me in his eyes?

Shen Lanxi bit her lip, and resentment flashed through her heart. Who was the person who married him? Suddenly, she suddenly thought of the woman she met in the restaurant last time. What was her name?

It seems her name is Ruan Yin! She turned her head and asked Zhou Qijia: "Is the woman who married Xuan Yao called Ruan Yin?"

"Maybe, have you seen her?" Zhou Qijia didn't know whether it was true or not, and didn't ask for Xuan Yao's sister-in-law's name specifically.

Shen Lanxi didn't answer him, disappointment flashed in her eyes. Haha, Xuan Yao's vision now is really hard to describe. That woman is at most pure in appearance, and she can't compare to herself in other aspects.

Gold Medal Club

Feng Sheng walked into the club as usual, with his chin slightly raised. His previous cautiousness was gone, replaced by the complacency of being about to enter the upper class.

He found a bar counter and sat down, ordering a drink casually. Ever since the last time he came to the club, Brother Biao said that he could order whatever he wanted at the club and he wouldn't be charged, he would come here when he was in a bad mood, since it was free anyway.

So, without even looking at the price, he directly ordered the wine that Brother Biao treated him to the first time, and drank it sip by sip with a distressed look on his face.

The waiter gave the others a look, and soon, Brother Biao appeared next to Feng Sheng and ordered a Royal Salute for himself.

The flickering light of the lighter shone on his face, which was eerie and strange. He asked with a smile, "Brother Sheng is about to live a life of luxury, why do you look so sad?"

"Hey, it's that woman at home. She's so stubborn and insists on divorcing me. Do you think I can agree to this? Don't even think about living a good life without me." Feng Sheng became more and more angry as he spoke. He put the wine glass heavily on the bar, making a crisp sound.

Originally, family disgrace should not be made public, so he would not speak so heart-to-heart with Brother Biao. However, after coming to the club a few times, Brother Biao treated him like a real brother and gave him everything good. Over time, he had come to treat Brother Biao as a brother.

Brother Biao's eyes flashed, and he spoke more sincerely, "My sister-in-law is probably just angry for a moment. Women need to be coaxed and coaxed with nice words. There is no overnight hatred between husband and wife."

"Biaozi, you don't know, she is now like a stone in the toilet, smelly and hard," Feng Sheng complained. She is already a shrew, who is she showing her sullen face to? All those women on the Internet are laughing and talking to him. He felt that Song Lan was not a good person.

Biaozi was surprised and said, "Sister-in-law hasn't let you in yet? It's not that serious, is it? It's just a small matter."

At this point, Feng Sheng became even more annoyed. He had said all the nice things he could, but except for the first time, Song Lan never opened the door for him. He couldn't even get in. Even if he had all kinds of kung fu, he couldn't use them. He said bitterly, "That's right. Didn't you say before that couples fight at the head of the bed but make up at the foot of the bed? I just leaned over and did that to her, but her reaction was even bigger than mine. She never let me in again after that."

Before kissing her, I had to prepare myself mentally, and did it despite having to endure her rough and yellow skin. But in the end, I was still rejected by her. If I hadn't been thinking about the money, I would have ignored her a long time ago, and I would have bothered to please her.

The smile in Biaozi's eyes became more intense, and his face remained simple and enthusiastic, "I guess my sister-in-law is just shy, but it's not a good idea for you to continue like this, Brother Sheng."

Feng Sheng knew it very well, but he could only blame himself for not being nice to that dead girl Ruan Yin in the past and not having many feelings for her. Now he had no choice but to hold on to Song Lan. Thinking of this, he sighed deeply and drank the wine in one gulp.

He smacked his lips, the wine was really good, and asked someone to pour him another glass. He turned around and asked, "Biaozi, you have enough experience, so quickly think of a solution for me. When I become rich, I will definitely not forget you. If we want to get rich, we must do it together." When he said this, he patted his chest loudly, causing the people around him to look at him in surprise.

The fish took the bait. Biaozi sighed in embarrassment and waved his hand: "I'd better not get involved in your affairs, or I'll become the bad guy later."

"Biaozi, just say what you want to say. Don't worry, I will definitely not blame you. I have no other choice now. I can't even get in the door. I know that woman. She has a very hard heart," Feng Sheng said.

“I’m afraid you can’t bear it.”

"Tell me, I can bear it." He has kissed a shrew, so what else can he not bear? The most he can do is sacrifice himself. When he has money, there are plenty of women out there.

Biaozi looks helpless and approaches you, saying, "The self-torture trick works. Why don't you break her legs? Then she will have to take care of you. After spending more time together, the feelings will naturally return."

The idea is good. Feng Sheng looked at his leg hesitantly. It must be very painful and he will not be able to walk for several months.

Biaozi continued: "Don't worry, I will be very careful and gentle, and I will try to break your leg in five strokes."

What, five more hits? Feng Sheng felt a little pain in his legs at this moment. What if he was accidentally crippled by him?

Without waiting for him to speak, Biaozi led him to the box and asked his men to find a stick. Soon, someone brought a stick as thick as an arm.

Biaozi took the stick in his hand and tried the feel. He swung it with great force, and the sound of it rustling in the air.

Feng Sheng looked at the stick as thick as his arm and swallowed his saliva. If this stick hit him, would his legs be broken?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a burly Biaozi walking towards him with a stick, gesturing on his calf, looking up and saying, "Bear with it, you'll be a brave man again when you open your eyes later."

The sight of the plump Biaozi holding a wooden stick and walking towards him fiercely shocked Feng Sheng so much that his pupils shrank suddenly, cold sweat ran down his back, and he couldn't help but shouting, "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong?" Biaozi was puzzled and withdrew his hand in time.

Feng Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears: "Isn't this price a bit too high? What if my leg is broken and she doesn't care about me? Then I will lose both my wife and my army."

"No, she will definitely take care of you. Didn't you say that your son is about to be a senior in high school? If she doesn't take care of you, you can go to the school and make a scene and ask your son to drop out of school and come back to take care of you. Your sister-in-law will definitely not want to sacrifice her son's future, so she will take care of you even if she has to hold her nose," Biaozi vowed.

This is true. Song Lan was most worried about his son's future. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and said, "Come on."

Biaozi exerted force and the stick came down on his calf. A scream like a pig being slaughtered resounded throughout the box. Feng Sheng's forehead was covered with cold sweat. However, when he heard Biaozi muttering to himself, "It seems to be not broken yet. I need to hit it a few more times," he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

"Forget it, I'll think of another way." This time, his leg hurt so much that he wanted to roll on the ground. If it happened a few more times, his leg wouldn't be broken, but his life would be gone.

Biaozi looked at Feng Sheng's legs with pity, sighed, and hesitated again: "Brother Sheng can't stand this physical pain, but there is another way, but I'm afraid you won't like it."