Campus Ace Girl

Perhaps she was used to it; after Chu Ci left, Zhao Mo Ran didn’t take it to heart. She continued to live her life calmly, even though she was going to be hospitalized tomorrow, she remained indifferent.

This child, in conversation, belonged to Chu Ci, but putting it bluntly, he just needed to pay, and whether he came or not wasn’t in her control—it wasn’t necessarily him. Perhaps this is what a loveless marriage leads to: a sense of dispensability.

She wasn’t in a hurry, but the household servant was, especially when it got to nine-thirty at night. She started pacing. "Madam, why not call the master?"

Zhao Mo Ran looked at her.

The servant hesitated for a moment: "Couples always have arguments, but since madam is about to give birth, there ought to be a man at home. Even though someone will take care of you, it’s different with your husband around."

She paused slightly, then pointed out the essential point: "If the master isn’t present, he’d stand a bit lower in front of the madam after all."

Zhao Mo Ran knew she meant well, initially only shook her head gently saying: "It’s not quite the due date yet, and it’s only nine now... He always comes home late."

The servant sighed: "Madam, do you not want the master to accompany you? I understand how you feel, but living well means being good to yourself to endure longer, wouldn’t you say?"

Zhao Mo Ran rested back on the sofa, her belly supported, acknowledging in her heart that the servant was right. She had to bow to Chu Ci for the future, and evidently, he wasn’t pleased now. When a man is unhappy, a woman must coax him—even if she’s about to give birth tomorrow, it’s the same.

She dialed Chu Ci’s number, and the ringing continued several times before it was answered. She softly said, "Chu Ci, what time will you be back?"

After speaking, she waited for his response. Perhaps he might mock her unhappily for a bit, but he would always come back.

Yet she was mistaken; soon after, a tender voice—a youthful voice—on the other end said, "Chu Ci is in the bath; he might not be able to take the call right now."

Zhao Mo Ran’s expression slightly changed, her fingers clenching tightly. She tried hard to maintain a gentle tone: "Alright, no need to tell him I called."

The girl quickly spoke before she could hang up: "Is it Mrs. Chu?"

Zhao Mo Ran faintly smiled, remaining silent.

The girl chuckled lightly: "Chu Ci sometimes mentions you."

Zhao Mo Ran, although indifferent to Chu Ci’s women outside, couldn’t completely ignore being directly brought up in this manner. It left her feeling more embarrassed than anything else. She lowered her eyes, laughed softly: "You two seem quite domestic together."

With that, she hung up the call.

The young girl’s surname was Song—the one Chu Ci pampered—it wasn’t typical for her to secretly engage like this...

The girl lifted a nearby tall glass and sniffed it.

Inside, there were quality things; after Chu Ci had just one sip, she became his woman.

And now, his nagging wife was actually calling to disrupt things.

Song Yunfei picked up her phone, selecting a few captivating photos, and sent them one by one to an unfamiliar number. Moreover, she attached a rather captivating five-minute-long video.

She wouldn’t believe that woman would be able to stay with Chu Ci after seeing this. As long as they divorced, she’d be the rightful Mrs. Chu. She was young and could easily conceive...

Just as she finished sending them, Chu Ci emerged, drying his wet hair...