Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

After the video call ended, Lin Wan'er stared at her phone screen and slowly smiled.

Lu Yiming still cares about her.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically called to ask her if she was used to it.

She glanced down at her lower abdomen and gently stroked it with her fingers.

She was indeed saddened by the loss of her child.

But what's done is done, and she has to figure out what to do next.

She has already contacted an agency that will be able to forge a complete birth certificate in the United States and bring another child to the country when her due date arrives.

At that point, who will care about the truth?

As long as the "child" is still there, there will still be a bond between her and Lu Yiming.

Moreover, she recently confirmed something indirectly: Xu An'an was not pregnant at all.

Upon hearing this news, Lin Wan'er's smile deepened.

There is no child between Lu Yiming and Xu An'an. As long as she handles the child's situation properly, Yiming will still be hers.

As for what happened with that ultrasound report, Lin Wan'er didn't care.

Perhaps Xu An'an wanted to fake a pregnancy to attract Yi Ming's attention.

That woman is hypocritical and fake-kind; it's not surprising that she would do something like this.

In a great mood, Lin Wan'er changed her clothes and went out shopping, not returning to the hotel until evening with shopping bags of all sizes.

She even bought several baby items.

Although he wasn't her biological son, she would raise him as her own. The thought of standing beside Lu Yiming, holding the child in her arms, made her steps lighter.

But when she reached the door of the room, she suddenly stopped.

A man stood under the light at the end of the corridor.

Under the dim light, the man's eyes were filled with darkness.

Lin Wan'er froze on the spot.

The next second, all the shopping bags slipped from his hands and scattered on the ground with a "bang." The smile on his face vanished instantly.

"Yi...Yi Ming Ge?"

The man did not speak.

The two people looked at each other from a distance of several meters.

Lin Wan'er's mind went blank.

How did he end up here?

Just a few hours ago, he was asking her about her life in the US in a video call. Why is he suddenly appearing at her door now?

A strong sense of unease suddenly welled up in her heart, and she subconsciously took a step back.

Lu Yiming looked at her and finally spoke, "You're back?"

Those three words almost made Lin Wan'er lose her footing.

Lu Yiming walked over, took the wobbly room key from her hand, and swiped it to open the door: "Let's go in first and talk."

Lin Wan'er froze for several seconds before following him inside in a daze.

Lu Yiming walked to the single sofa and sat down.

The scrutinizing gaze swept over her from top to bottom, finally settling on her lower abdomen.

Lin Wan'er instinctively tried to cover herself, but stopped halfway through.

She wore a fake belly when she went out today.

In other words, although the fact that she didn't go to the United States has been exposed, the fact that she miscarried can still be concealed.

Realizing this, she instantly felt reassured and quickly explained, "Yiming, I didn't mean to lie to you. America was too boring, I just couldn't stand it anymore, so I came back..."

Lu Yiming looked at her, remaining silent.

Lin Wan'er felt guilty under his gaze and desperately tried to think of something else to say.

Just as she was about to speak, Lu Yiming interrupted her.

He reached into the folder, pulled out a document, and placed it on the coffee table.

Lin Wan'er looked down, and in just one glance, all the color drained from her face.

Hospital medical records and entry/exit information.

Each item is clearly stated.

Lin Wan'er's fingers began to feel cold.

He found out.

He knew everything, whether it was about the miscarriage or the fact that he didn't go to the United States.

Lin Wan'er staggered.

He began to tremble uncontrollably.

"When...when did you find out?" Her voice was hoarse.

"Before I call you a video."

Lin Wan'er closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

So his video call was just a test. And she, like a clown, put on a one-woman show for the camera.

Lu Yiming stood up at that moment.

"Don't cry," he said, pulling out a tissue and handing it to her. "Wan'er, I didn't come here to blame you."

The voice was calm, almost gentle.

Lu Yiming's reaction was beyond Lin Wan'er's expectations.

As the child's father, he didn't tell him that she had a miscarriage, and even pretended to be pregnant, tricking him into going to the United States.

Logically, everything should have angered him, but he seemed so calm.

"Brother Yiming..." Lin Wan'er's eyes were red. She was about to say something when she saw Lu Yiming suddenly pull out a card from the folder and place it in front of her.

Lin Wan'er choked up and looked at him, puzzled.

"Since the child is gone, I won't pursue the past anymore." He tapped the card.

"Here's fifty million, enough for your future life. As long as you don't go back to Maple City, you can go wherever you want, I can arrange it for you."

Lin Wan'er was stunned.

She looked at the black card on the table, then at Lu Yiming, as if she hadn't understood what he was saying.

His voice remained gentle, but beneath that gentle exterior lay a hard indifference.

"Why...why aren't you blaming me?" Lin Wan'er's eyes were bloodshot. "Didn't you care a lot about this child?"

"It's all in the past." Lu Yiming said calmly. "There's no need to blame anyone for what has already happened."

He wasn't lying.

He truly didn't blame Lin Wan'er. Perhaps before his heart attack, he still harbored deep feelings for the child, but experiencing life and death can make one see through many things in an instant. The blood ties he once cared about most were nothing more than an illusion.

Although there is some reluctance to part with the unborn child, I feel more of a sense of relief.

The biggest problem between An'an and him is this child. She said that this child will be a permanent barrier between them.

But now the child is gone.

Lu Yiming even felt that this was a chance given to him by God. As long as he completely severed ties with Lin Wan'er, he could openly and legitimately pursue An'an again.

Life is long, there's still time for everything.

The coldness on his face made Lin Wan'er utterly despair.

She stared at him blankly, and in that moment she suddenly realized...

The loss of the child was not as important to Lu Yiming as she had imagined.

He didn't even ask how the child died, as if it wasn't worth his time to think about it.

"So..." Lin Wan'er stared at him, "you came to me just to give me money?"

Lu Yiming did not deny it.

"You think all I want is money?!"

She slammed the bank card down with a sharp, shrill sound.

Lu Yiming frowned.

"Calm down first."

His voice was calm, so calm that it made Lin Wan'er want to go even crazier.

"I don't want to!"

Lin Wan'er rushed forward and hugged him tightly, "Yiming-ge, I don't want money! I don't want to be separated from you!"

"I was wrong, I was so wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you, but I really love you! Please don't leave me!"

"You're all I have now..."

She cried out helplessly, like a child abandoned by their parents.

Lu Yiming sighed.

In the past, he would have softened his heart, felt sorry for her, and then fallen into this ambiguous relationship once again.

But now, he won't be ambiguous anymore.

Once Lin Wan'er's crying subsided, he reached out and pushed her away.

"Wan'er, let's go. I can't give you what you want."

"Why..." Lin Wan'er held his hand, still crying, "You weren't like this before... Don't you want me anymore?"

Lu Yiming withdrew his hand:

"Wan'er, it ended between us a long time ago."

Lin Wan'er broke down in tears.

"Yiming-ge...have you forgotten...you said you would always protect me..."