Does that bean-sized thing need a name too?
She was stunned. She had never thought about this before, much less about having children. In her difficult circumstances, who would have the heart to consider motherhood? She even thought she would never want children in her life; it’s shameful for parents to expect a change in their own fortunes through their children when they themselves lack the ability to care for them.
But suddenly, she wondered, if she did have a child, what would she want its name to be? Joyful? Happy? Peaceful? An’an? Right! It must be something like that. The child should be simply happy and content, free from grand ambitions. Even names meaning ’Good Fortune’ or ’Auspicious’ would be acceptable. But it wouldn’t be like her, Yan Xixi—Xixi—this name sounds unlucky, hence her half a lifetime of hardship.
She would prefer her child to be ordinary, but happy and carefree, without worries about food and clothing.
However, no matter how much Wan Donglin asked, she remained silent.
He didn’t disturb her further and left after a short while.
When Yan Xixi woke up in the evening, she noticed a new message on her phone. She opened it. It was from her linked bank account, notifying her that a large sum of money had just been transferred in.
It took her a while to count the number of zeros and recover from the shock.
This money was, of course, from Wan Donglin. But what did he mean by giving her so much? A security deposit? Compensation? Men are always , willingly paying any price when they desire something.
The door opened, and he walked in, still beaming confidently.
"Xixi, dinner is ready. You can freshen up and come down to eat."
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"Xixi, don’t worry. I will take good care of you and the child. I’ll give this house to you. If you don’t like living in this country, I’ll send you abroad. I’ll take good care of you both for life, ensuring you want for nothing..."
He didn’t give her a chance to speak, as if he didn’t think she had anything worth saying.
"Mr. Wan, this child..."
"Xixi!" He interrupted her again, his voice even more gentle, more sincere. Accompanying his words was a new gift he presented—a property deed.
"Xixi, I opened a separate account for you in Switzerland. I’ll also send you abroad as soon as possible. I own a lakeside villa in Canada. There, I’ll have people take good care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything. Just focus on your pregnancy. I’ll visit often. If you don’t like Canada, you can choose any place you like—France, Switzerland, anywhere..."
Yan Xixi slowly came to a realization, fixating on him. Wan Donglin, he had planned this meticulously. He was overstepping with his greed. He was getting married and didn’t dare to keep her hidden in a "golden house" domestically. So, he planned to send her, Yan Xixi, and the child in her womb abroad. Then, he could continue enjoying his polygamous lifestyle overseas.
And that would be the end of her life.
Even if she completed her university education, she would forever be a clandestine mistress, unable to show her face in public.
With a child, she would lose all chances to change her fate. She was destined to be Wan Donglin’s secret lover for life.
If her lifelong ambition was to be a secret lover, then why bother with the hardship of finishing university?