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It was almost evening when Xia Jingshu brought out the last dish she made. The white dining table was wiped clean and graced with a set of beautiful utensils. Xia untied her apron, smiling, but she paused when she spotted her son still sticking around.

Didnt I send you downstairs to invite her to dinner? What are you still doing here? Xia barked at her phone-staring son and tried to snatch his black phone.

Hao stood up in a scowl, leaving the phone on the couch.

Mom, I said I dont like her. Why are you so obsessed? He groaned in discontent. Truth is, he wanted to see her, but it also bothered him that shes pregnant with someone elses child.

Then find someone you like!Xia gripped her sons sleeves, You picky bastard. Youre not young anymore, time is not on your side of preference!

She thought the girl seemed fairly fine, good senses and good manners, way better than the Annie he had fallen for.

Having said that, Xia elbowed her son.

Hao was shoved to the door by his mother, his eyebrows entangled in a deep sigh.

Go, for gods sake. Are you enjoying being single so much that you would like to keep that your perpetual state? Xia gave her son a bigger push and, advancing the front even further, closed the door behind him.

Bang

She decided to teach some obedience into her own son.

Hao balled a fist and threw a punch at the wall, his face red in the dim light. For days he had been enormously upset about the fact that he couldnt seem to get the woman out of his mind. He pictured her cooking in the kitchen, her shyness when noticing his gaze, and

Damn it. Maybe he should convince her to get an abortion. Things are a lot easier without the baby.

Downstairs

Xiyan was still controlled under the mans body, her whole, even fingertips, shaking in fear. Tears kept flooding out from her red eyes and dripping down her wilted face. She couldnt mouth anything with the mans lips firmly pressed against hers.

Yixuan was ferociously kissing her, his ex-wife as well as the woman he couldnt let go, but the lacking interaction in their kiss gave him a painful frown.

He didnt mean to claim her in such way, he just wanted to call the old her back, the one who desired him. But he was only greeted with coldness and distance.

Ding-dong.

While their kiss entered into an impasse, the doorbell rang and kept ringing as if the person wouldnt leave until someone answered it.

Who is it? He scowled, finally freeing the woman trembling under him.

Who is it that boasts such bad timing?

Getting up from bed, he smoothed his shirt and strolled unwillingly toward the door.

The door was pushed open from inside and shoved to hit hard on the wall, revealing a tall, lean man.

Who are you? He glowered at the stranger whos about the same height as him, anger burning inwardly.