I Suddenly Got a Rich Husband and a Child
Chapter 318: 318 I Already Have a Fiancé

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 I Already Have a Fiancé

Ye Weiwei heard this, chuckled lightly, and raised an eyebrow, “Does Mr. Xiao being a vegetarian have anything to do with me?”

Qiu Ying narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully observing Ye Weiwei’s reaction. Her face carried a faint smile, it seemed she had no lingering attachment to her son—truly a clever woman.

“Yes, my son’s matters have nothing to do with you. If you can come to this realization, that’s a good thing! I hope…”

“What you hope for will never happen. I already have a fiancé,” Ye Weiwei interrupted Qiu Ying. She didn’t want to hear those unpleasant words—it was pointless.

“Already have a fiancé?” Qiu Ying smiled, seemingly quite satisfied with this answer. “Let me know in advance when the wedding happens, so I can send a grand gift.”

“My fiancé’s family is wealthy, we don’t lack money!” After finishing her words, Ye Weiwei smiled proudly, turned on her heels, and walked briskly toward the little girl’s ward with an air of defiance.

Xiao Lingyun saw her leaving and was about to chase after her, but Qiu Ying grabbed her and dragged her to Mo Shishi’s ward.

Xiao Lingyun was practically on the verge of tears now—her brother had unwillingly become a father, and her sister-in-law went off to find a well-connected fiancé.

Oh my goodness, what kind of sin was committed here? Where was the original love and harmony? This storyline is so wrong, wrong!

When Ye Weiwei returned to the ward, her expression wasn’t great. Her chest felt as if it were crushed under a heavy boulder, making it hard to breathe.

“Weiwei, are you okay?” Ou Feimo walked over, noticing her state and showing concern.

Ye Weiwei shook her head lightly with a smile, “I’m fine.”

“That’s good.” Ou Feimo didn’t completely believe Ye Weiwei was alright. Earlier, the little girl had told him that Xiao Jinghan’s child messaged saying their family was in chaos.

If Xiao Jinghan was in disarray, Ye Weiwei wouldn’t be doing well either.

Ye Weiwei steadied herself and, thinking about the production crew, quickly told Ou Feimo, “I need to head back to the crew to lend a hand. My friend Nan Xin will return to the hospital and care for Xixi. If it’s inconvenient for you, you can go rest.”

“It’s not inconvenient. Xixi is very smart; I really like her.” Ou Feimo smiled, turning slightly to nod his head at the little girl lying on the bed.

They had just made a small agreement earlier. Now, no matter what, he couldn’t leave.

Ye Weiwei hesitated for a second, turning to look at her daughter on the bed.

Her daughter had delicate, doll-like features, indeed very lovable, but…

“Ou Feimo, won’t this affect your work?”

“My current job is to eat, drink, and have fun in North City while looking after you.” Ou Feimo’s slender fingers brushed the sides of his nose, his eyebrows raised to the side as he smiled charmingly, like peach blossoms freshly blooming in March.

Seeing Ou Feimo’s insistence, Ye Weiwei didn’t continue to argue. She nodded and thanked him, then grabbed her makeup case and left the hospital.

As she stepped out the door, she noticed a crowd gathered outside Mo Shishi’s ward, faintly hearing discussions inside about weddings and the birth of a child.

Her smile gradually froze, and the heaviness pressing on her chest began to build, forming an oppressive knot she couldn’t untangle.

Mo Shishi was pregnant with Xiao Jinghan’s child. From now on, the prince and princess would live happily ever after. That’s how fairy tales go.

Xiao Lingyun had to fight tooth and nail to squeeze out of that ward, nearly losing her mind. These two families jump to conclusions without investigating properly—is that child really her brother’s?

Grumbling all the way to the parking lot, she finally saw Mo Chengxuan, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his face clouded with worry.

“Young Master Mo, congratulations. Your precious Mo Shishi is pregnant! And the child is my brother’s!” Xiao Lingyun approached him, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Mo Chengxuan extinguished the cigarette in his hand, clasped his hands together as if begging for mercy, and said, “Big Sis, you’re my sister, my real sister, please spare me, okay?”

“Ha! Is this sarcasm? No, this is a sincere congratulations. Look at how happy your family is—they’re already picking out wedding venues.” Xiao Lingyun’s tone became increasingly bitter as she spoke.