Chestnut Bean Cake

(Father-son crematorium + strong female)
After five years of secret marriage, her husband never showed affection in public, and Lu Xining thought it was just his personality.
It wasn’t until he took their twin sons and his first love for a candlelight dinner and received online praise as a ‘godlike family’ did she completely lose hope.
Listening to her sons call another woman Aunt Xixi, Lu Xining decided she was done with an unloving husband and estranged sons, and henceforth, she would love herself only.
After divorce, she went back to a small village to pursue her old profession, growing herbs, treating ailments, and researching beauty products. Luxurious cars often visited the secluded village at night!
Learning she was looking for a father for her daughter, researchers, financial magnates, top idols, and film emperors... all kinds of big shots appeared, volunteering to win her favor.
Later, her ex-husband knelt on a bed of durian with regret on his face, ‘Xixi, I love you, shall we get back together?’
She sneered, ‘Ji Munye, doesn’t the sneaky affair taste good anymore?’
Her twin sons knelt on keyboards, ‘Mommy, we only want you!’
Lu Xining waved them off, ‘No, I can’t take it.’

Be Careful, Scum Dad! Mommy Is Back!

Liu Xixi dialed was Ji Muye's work phone.


At that moment, the phone was connected to the computer, and everyone was intently focused on the report being presented.


When Liu Xixi's call came in, the person speaking at the time felt a thud in the heart, the hand trembled, and the call was answered just like that.


The moment Xining's voice came through the speaker, it was exactly at that part about the first kiss, first night, first marriage, first time becoming a father...


The words that followed were heard loud and clear.


Yan Dong and the other employees bowed their heads, not daring to look at Ji Muye's face, which was darkening to the extreme.


The pen in the man's hand was crushed into two pieces.


Yan Dong immediately hung up the phone!


The speakers in the Shi'an Group's conference room were too good; even the pauses and breaths in Xining's speech could be heard clearly.


Chapter 18: A Swing of Six Years