Chapter 50

"What do you think?" Si Rong asked her coldly in return.

The young girl smiled affectedly, covering her mouth with one hand, and finally fixed her gaze on Ming Zi, pointing with a fair, slender index finger, "I guess it's you! The way you look at me is full of jealousy."

Jealous of her youth, jealous of her protruding pregnant belly.

Even though this Mrs. Luo was much more beautiful than the haggard woman she had imagined, time spares no one.

Old is old.

Now she was the apple of Luo Sheng's eye; she would give birth to a boy for him and then take the position of the legitimate Mrs. Luo.

"Name your price!" From beginning to end, Ming Zi's expression remained without a ripple as she lowered her eyes to look at the watch on her wrist, "I'm in a hurry."

The young girl was stunned for a moment; in her imagination, under her provocation, this Mrs. Luo would have a breakdown, curse at her, or even threaten her.

She wasn't afraid of any of that.

But how could she be so calm?

"I have been married to Luo Sheng for seventeen years, and you are the eighteenth girl I've dealt with—not the first, and not the last. To me, you are no different from the previous seventeen. If you have the ability to be the last one, that's your own skill, but—"

Ming Zi pointed a slender finger at her belly, "This bastard child cannot stay."

"That is why I am letting you name your price. Otherwise, if you don't get a single cent, wouldn't it be a waste of time serving that old man?"

Listening to Ming Zi talk to the young girl with such ease, Si Rong suddenly felt as if she were inside a play.

She felt that Ming Zi was very much like the mistress of the house in ancient stories, while the young girl opposite her was the mistress's rival.

She didn't care what the girl did with the man, as long as she didn't give birth to those messy children.

"What if I don't agree?" The young girl placed both hands on her belly in a protective gesture.

She was planning to use the child in her belly as a long-term meal ticket; how could she possibly agree to an abortion for a single price?

"That's also easy to handle." Ming Zi remained very composed, "Among the previous seventeen girls, one had the same idea as you. I obtained the detailed records of all the expenses she incurred while with my husband, and then I sued her in court. Guess what happened? Not only did she have to return all the money she spent of my husband's, but later she didn't even have money to buy nutritional supplements. When she was six months pregnant, my husband found a new mistress and dumped her. She had a miscarriage alone in a rented room—how pitiful!"

The young girl was immediately frightened pale by the scene she described; no matter how scheming she was, she was still just an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

"I, I want one hundred thousand yuan."

Ming Zi raised an eyebrow; she certainly knew how to ask for an exorbitant price.

She said nothing, and without another word, she stood up, took her bag, and prepared to leave.

Si Rong naturally kept pace with her, but as soon as they walked away, the girl panicked, stood up, and grabbed the hem of Ming Zi's coat.

"Seventy thousand!"

Ming Zi continued to walk forward.

The girl continued to lower the price, "Fifty thousand!"

A sob caught in her throat, "Sister, I'm pregnant with twins this time."

Ming Zi eventually gave the young girl fifty thousand yuan and personally took her to the hospital; after the girl woke up, she gave her another five thousand yuan to buy nutritional supplements.

Outside the hospital, the northwest wind howled past, and Si Rong silently put an arm around her shoulder, "If you're not feeling well, why don't you come stay at my place for a while?"

The second floor of the shop next to her dance studio had already been renovated, and Wang Ma had already moved in.

Ming Zi nodded.

Her eyes were red, "Sometimes I think I deserve this life I'm living now. When I send those children on their way, I also feel I am cruel. Sometimes I often think, Luo Sheng, he will probably die because of women!"

At a time like this, no one would have thought that such a curse-laden remark would come true at some point in the future.

A prophecy fulfilled.

Ming Zi's three children—two in boarding school for high school and one in middle school—were cared for by Luo Sheng's mother when they came home, and there was nothing to worry about if they didn't.

Sitting on the swing on the balcony with Si Rong, she looked at the red telephone on the low cabinet in the living room, "Did you bring this from the Si Family? It looks a bit familiar."

Si Rong nodded, "My eldest brother bought it for me. Since we're divorced, I certainly can't let them have the benefit!"

"Well done!"

Ming Zi gave her a thumbs-up, then crossed her arms, her mood truly not very good, "Rongrong, do you think that because I've harmed so many children, I'll face retribution in the future?"

When she first started handling these matters, she was filled with intense hatred and felt they all deserved it.

Who told those women to be cheap and seduce a married man? Those children also deserved it; who told them to be blind and choose to be reincarnated into a mistress's belly?

But later, as she watched the tears flowing from those women's eyes, she felt they were pitiful too.

Those children, whether unborn or already formed, were also very pitiful.

The sin was committed by Luo Sheng, but she was the executioner.

Si Rong didn't know how to advise her, so she just sighed, "Have you thought about divorce?"

An unhappy marriage is like a shackle.

During the time she knew Shen Lan had betrayed her, every time she met him or stayed in the same space as him, it made her feel physically nauseated.

It was hard to imagine how Ming Zi had been living with Luo Sheng for so many years.

When a mirror has a crack, no matter how much you try to gloss over it, it can never return to its original state.

Marriage is the same.

Ming Zi shook her head, "It's pathetic; I can't turn back now."

She could only walk this path to the end.

Xiao Huang hesitated for a long while before deciding to tell Shen Lan about the two people he had encountered that morning.

"I think I saw the young lady of the Si Family go to the cinema with Division Commander Jiang."

Shen Lan's hand holding the document paused.

"Are you sure you didn't see wrong?"

Si Rong was still playing hard to get with him yesterday; how could she possibly go to watch a movie with Jiang Cheng today?

Speaking of watching movies, he remembered that Si Rong had also suggested going to the cinema together before, but every time, it happened to coincide with when he was busy with work.

Therefore, every time it ended up being left unsettled.

The time for watching a movie was pushed back again and again; in nearly twenty years of marriage, the two of them had surprisingly never watched a movie together.

"You must have seen wrong."

Shen Lan said firmly.

Besides him, Si Rong would not want to watch a movie with any other man.

Once they remarry this time, he must properly take Si Rong to see a movie.

Hearing him say this, Xiao Huang did not say anything more.

At this moment, the security guard from downstairs came up to say that a woman had come looking for Shen Lan.

Shen Lan was instantly invigorated.

It must be Si Rong coming to find him to reconcile!

He had just stood up, but then sat back down again.

It was better to let Si Rong wait a while, so she wouldn't feel as if he were overly impatient to reconcile with her.