Hiding her pregnant belly! The wicked ex-wife of the true young master has awakened.

"Are you delirious from the fever? What nonsense are you spouting?"

Jinzhi sobbed, "But...it's really true..."

From childhood to adulthood, whenever she was sick, her parents would stay by her side to comfort her and fulfill all her requests.

Why did fate play such a cruel joke on her?

Jin Minghan looked lovingly at his daughter's flushed face and gently patted her slender back.

"I am your father. Look, you must be delirious from the fever. You're talking nonsense. Daddy is here and will never abandon you. Don't be afraid, Jinbao. Daddy will leave after your fever goes down."

Jinzhi muttered, "Don't call me Jinbao...it doesn't sound nice..."

When Jinzhi was little, her father loved to call her Jinzhi and Jinbao. But as Jinzhi grew up, she felt it didn't sound good and stopped her father from calling her that.

"Okay, go to sleep, baby. Daddy's here."

Jinzhi gripped his arm tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

I slept without any dreams.

When I woke up again, I could vaguely hear my mother's voice.

"I told you we couldn't let her live alone, otherwise she'd probably make a mess of herself. It's all your fault for spoiling her. She's almost twenty-three and doesn't know anything, she just makes a mess of herself."

"Don't be angry, honey. It's because Zhizhi is our daughter. You only gave birth to this one child, so of course I have to cherish and pamper her."

Jin Minghan chuckled and said, "You know, Zhizhi can be a bit unreasonable sometimes, but she's just like you when you were young. She just cleans up the messes occasionally. Even if I'm old, I'd still be happy to clean up after her."

Wen Manchun retorted, "If you want to clean her up, then you can. You're the only one with plenty of free time. You never care about the company's affairs, you just pile them all on me. Tell me, how much money does your studio make in a year?"

"I can't even earn enough to buy a bag for my daughter."

The Jin family is not the traditional family where the man is the breadwinner and the woman stays at home.

After getting married, Mrs. Jin joined the Jin family company and worked on projects with her parents-in-law, making the company's business thrive.

After her father-in-law passed away, Mr. Jin became a hands-off manager, opening an art studio and handing over the reins of the company to his wife.

His childhood friends all envied Mr. Jin, saying he had married a capable and wonderful wife.

Jin Minghan touched his nose.

"Honey, you can't say that. If I ever stop you from going to work, you'll be even more restless. Everyone has their own role to play."

"Under your leadership, the company is thriving and has become a leading enterprise in Yuncheng. You have truly brought honor to the Jin family. Everyone envies me when they talk about it."

He kissed Mrs. Kim.

Wen Manchun shoved him and scolded, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart. Go check if the daughter's porridge is ready."

As soon as Wen Manchun entered the inner room of the bedroom, she saw her daughter looking at her with teary eyes and opening her arms to hug her.

"Mommy...hug me."

Wen Manchun's heart skipped a beat. She quickly walked over and asked, "What's wrong, my little darling? Who bullied you?"

Although she was strict with her daughter most of the time, she still cherished her dearly.

Jinzhi hugged her mother tightly, "No one bullied me, I just missed my mother."

Wen Manchun smiled. "I think you just want Mom's bank card. How much do you want this time?"

My daughter gets 500,000 yuan in pocket money every month, and she spends it all almost every month. Her father secretly sponsors her money, and he keeps pestering her until she has no choice but to give her several hundred thousand yuan more or less.

What can she do if she gives birth to a money-devouring monster?

I can't let my daughter be envious of what others have while she doesn't.

She really can't do that.

Her family wasn't wealthy, so she knows all too well how unpleasant it is to be left waiting in vain.

Jinzhi said shyly, "No, I'm not that wasteful. I just miss my mom and want her to hug me like when I was little, even though you're always busy and rarely spend time with me."

Wen Manchun felt a little guilty and gently patted her back, "Okay, then Mommy will hold you a little longer."

"Uh-huh."

Jinzhi snuggled closer to her, inhaling her fragrance, cherishing this last embrace.

If they knew that Ye Yu was their biological son, she would no longer receive their favoritism and exclusive affection.

After drinking the porridge cooked by her father, Jinzhi checked her temperature again and found that her fever had subsided.

Mr. and Mrs. Jin told her to eat and sleep well, and not to go out with her friends, before rushing off to work.

Jinzhi stared blankly for a while, then checked the time; it was Sunday.

I went to the dressing room to change into a dress, put on light makeup, and grabbed a mask and hat to get ready to go out.

While changing my shoes in the entryway, I noticed an extra bank card on the table.

A message from my mother popped up on my phone.

There's a million in your account. I won't be giving you any allowance next month, so be careful with your spending and don't be extravagant.

Jinzhi's nose tingled again. She clutched the bank card in her hand and looked at the luxurious and comfortable apartment in front of her.

All the real estate, cars, high-end jewelry, and her parents' doting love that she possessed should have belonged to Ye Yu.

She took his place.

Jinzhi felt emo for a while, then cheered herself up and went out. She went to the underground parking lot, chose a low-key BMW, and headed to the best public hospital in the city.

I asked the nurse at the front desk for my room number, put on a mask and hat, and went upstairs.

Upon reaching the corresponding floor of the inpatient department, she pinched her nose in disgust.

This place doesn't look like a hospital at all; it looks like a vegetable market, with uneven cement floors and hospital beds in the corridors.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of disinfectant mixed with the stench of sweat, so suffocating that it was hard to breathe.

The already narrow passageway was packed with people, and the patients' painful groans, coughs, and the family members' sighs were all mixed together.

Jinzhi, dressed in a custom-made beige dress, carrying the latest Kelly bag, and wearing a Chanel hat, stood out from her surroundings.

Suppressing the churning in my stomach, I walked through the corridor to Yang Jiamei's ward and peered inside through the small glass window.

I spotted Ye Yu sitting by the hospital bed at a glance.

He was wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, and he was feeding a bowl of white porridge to an elderly woman lying in a hospital bed.

She was about the same age as her mother, but looked as old as her grandmother.

She is Yang Jiamei, Ye Yu's adoptive mother—her biological mother.

In the story, after her miscarriage, she was kicked out of the Jin family and lay in her rented room waiting to die. Yang Jiamei, who had recovered, found her immediately and wanted to take her home to take care of her.

She believed that the other person was in cahoots with Ye Yu and wanted to humiliate her, so she drove them away.

After she passed away, only Yang Jiamei came to collect her body.

Later, Ye Yu wanted to scatter her ashes, but only Yang Jiamei vehemently opposed it, and in the end, she broke off her relationship with Ye Yu.

Jinzhi didn't know how to describe her feelings. It was impossible for her not to be moved, but in reality, she didn't have much affection for her.

In her mind, Ms. Wen Manchun was her mother.

Even though Ye Yu's mother was her biological mother, she still couldn't accept this fact quickly.

But seeing her lying weakly on the hospital bed, Jinzhi felt extremely depressed and couldn't think of any reason to justify her unauthorized intrusion.

Her hand, which was reaching for the doorknob, twitched in mid-air.

I still didn't have the courage to go in.

Fortunately, she gave Ye Yu a sum of money, which was enough to treat Yang Jiamei's illness, or at least cover her medical expenses for the time being.

If she can just hold on a little longer, and wait until her relationship with Ye Yu improves...

Their roles should be reversed and put back in their proper places.

Jinzhi's gaze lingered on the woman on the hospital bed inside the room, unable to look away for a long time.

Just as I was engrossed in watching, a voice rang out.

"Who are you? What are you doing standing at the ward door?"