Elara Cross

In the fourth year of my marriage to Lu Fei,
my son said to me, "You are just a blood bag for me and dad."
He said, "I don't want you to be my mom, I want Aunt Mingcan to be my mom!"
Looking at Mingcan's fair neck, I finally understood everything.
He stabbed my neck without hesitation to draw blood,
but he exercised utmost restraint with that woman.
I suddenly realized everything and dropped the divorce papers.
Lu Fei threatened me, "If you walk out of this door, don't expect to see your son again."
"I couldn't wish for anything better."

Father and Son Chasing Wife Together

The banquet reached its climax, with the sound of guests chatting both upstairs and downstairs.


No one noticed the two people on the terrace.


I brushed off my arm and spoke plainly, "Speak."


Lu Fei looked at me for a long time without speaking, as if he found it difficult to speak.


I tugged at the corner of my mouth and looked up at Lu Fei.


His pupils constricted as he looked at me, stunned.


I looked at him with disdain, as if his expression had been exposed, "Well, think about it then, my blood is precious, you can't afford it. Before, consider it that I was giving it to you as a favor."


Seeing that guests downstairs had already started to leave, I turned around to leave as well.


"Lu Zhi... our son... the son misses you, he cries at home every day wanting to see you."


I felt like I was hearing the biggest joke in the world.


Chapter 14