Hah! É só divórcio, a senhorita Jiang estourou a mentalidade!
【Área de Cremação da Esposa + O Segundo Homem no Topo】 Casados há três anos, Jiang Yunmiao teve um parto prematuro súbito, deitado na mesa de cirurgia com a vida pendurada por um fio, quando o marido estava acompanhando a luz branca para comemorar o seu aniversário. Sobrevivendo ao desastre, ela despertou de repente: se tivesse que escolher entre o marido traindo e morrer no parto, obviamente escolheria que o marido traísse! Pensando assim, parece que não foi tão difícil. O marido parece não ser tão importante? Mais tarde, ele disse: "Divórcio pode, você, sai com nada!" Jiang Yunmiao riu até morrer, "O homem pode não existir, mas o dinheiro um centavo não pode faltar!" Alguns meses depois, o homem implorou humildamente o casamento. Jiang Yunmiao curvou os lábios num leve sorriso: "Este senhor, o barco leve já passou pelos montes de montanhas, você é qual tipo de biscoito pequeno!" E atrás dela, estava em pé um jovem talentoso, elegante, arrogante e indomável, o príncipe celestial Lu San Shao, e ele disse casual: "Irmã, a adivinha disse que eu sou abençoado com esposa, você quer tentar?"
Hah! É só divórcio, a senhorita Jiang estourou a mentalidade!
Volume 1 Chapter 1: The Husband Accompanies the White Moonlight, She Suffers from Dystocia and Massive Hemorrhage
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Jiang Yunmiao had never imagined that the viral internet question would come to stand before her so brutally in real life: “If your husband is cheating and your own labor is so difficult it could cost both lives, which would you choose?”
On the cold street, the lights were dim and distant.
Across the road, inside a French restaurant, a couple by the window laughed and talked softly, savoring a romantic candlelit dinner. It was her husband, Duan Yixiao, and his first love, Chen Nianke.
Chen lifted a piece of cake to his lips, and he ate it with delight, his eyes shining with gentle joy.
Jiang Yunmiao’s eyes burned and her chest tightened. It was their third wedding anniversary. She had gone out, seven-odd months pregnant, to line up for his favorite fermented rice wine dessert.
Instead, she saw him and another woman in each other’s arms.
The wind cut across her face like a series of slaps.
“Where are you?” she snapped, fingers whitening around her phone.
“What is it?” came his cold, detached voice, edged with impatience.
She had no idea if her unborn child had felt her tension, but a sharp pain ripped through her abdomen.
There was a hard crack as the bowl of wine-topped sweet rice tumbled to the pavement, shattering into a mess.
“My—my stomach hurts, I think…” she managed.
Before she could finish saying “preterm delivery,” Duan Yixiao cut her off. “If you’re not feeling well, rest. I’m busy right now.”
And he hung up.
The pain became unbearable. Jiang Yunmiao sank to the gr
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