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

Lu Fei, who hadn't spoken before, seemed unable to tolerate my harsh words to his son any longer, came over to help Lu Zhiming up.


"Jiajia, how can you talk to your son like this?"


I was truly at a loss for words, he called me that ever since we started dating.


But gradually, he stopped calling me that.


All day long, he just used two words to address me: "Neck".


It was so obvious that he just used me like a blood bag, how did I not notice?


Now, is he calling me that to disgust me?


"You shut up too, you're even more disgusting, you know what you've done."


I roughly pulled Lu Zhiming over, making him apologize to Wei Yi.


Lu Zhiming looked at me sadly, choking as he spoke.


"No! Why, you're my mom, why are you siding with her!"


"It's okay, Mom, we can just buy another one."


Wei Yi didn't care, but I couldn't be indifferent.


I knew she didn't want me to get upset.


Chapter 11