He made it a point to turn and look towards Gu Qibao, "Congratulations, Xiaoqi, you’re about to beco a mother."
Gu Qibao didn’t know what to say, wanted to thank him but couldn’t bring herself to do it, wanted to smile, but no smile ca.
It was then she realized, so inflicted wounds you simply can’t forget, she couldn’t act the saint and be gracious, saying she bore no grudges.
Because what these two had given her were wounds to the soul.
They were different from Shen Yilan; Shen Yilan posed no threat, knowing that Di Mingjue loved her with all his life, Shen Yilan was rely performing a monologue, and she could disdainfully look down upon her.
But with Bo Chengxin and Bo Chengyan, ha, Bo Chengyan, whom she once had liked, had been infatuated with.
Yet he had deeply hurt her, trampled on her dignity, allowing another to humiliate and bully her.
As for Bo Chengxin, there’s even less to say, her pointed words back then were like needles to the heart.
The hardest she ever cried was because of that incident.
So facing these two, she genuinely couldn’t manage a smile, nor find words to speak.
In presence of these two, she always seed at a disadvantage.
But she didn’t want this disadvantage––why should she have it?
Wasn’t she the winner?
Yes, the winner was her, has always been her; she should be outspoken, proud, should fiercely slap back at them.
The past was in the past, and she was no longer that small girl who could be bullied by anyone.
As thoughts flashed like sparks, Gu Qibao gracefully raised a radiant smile, rested her hand gently upon her belly, full of motherly love, both sweet and joyous.
She didn’t offer thanks because they didn’t deserve her gratitude.
A simple gesture was enough to retaliate against all.
In this state, she looked particularly beautiful, exuding extre softness with a touch of noble grace.
The happiness and sweetness on her face and in her eyes unintentionally revealed themselves.
Di Mingjue wrapped his arm around her waist, saw her hand on her lower abdon, and placed his own large hand on top of hers. Their hands overlapped upon her belly.
Then, both lifting and lowering their gaze, looked at each other and smiled, the sweetness and dense love between them instantly overflowing.
This was particularly grating to Bo Chengxin’s eyes.
There stood the man she once deeply loved, so handso, so noble, yet now he was soone else’s husband, soone else’s father.
The happiness of Gu Qibao was evident to any discerning eye, a woman so well-cared for could be seen from the outside.
The reason she had insisted on coming to this party was that she could not see Di Mingjue on other occasions; she had even deliberately gone to the restaurant where they last dined every day for a period of ti.
She had even bribed a waiter to call and inform her if Di Mingjue and Gu Qibao were to go there.
But they never did.
The most recent ti she saw him was in the news, standing out splendidly, with his dashing and noble aura, his excellence, his everything unsurpassed.
Seeing Gu Qibao by his side, gentle and clingy, she felt jealousy, resentnt, anger; she then realized how much she wanted to see Di Mingjue.
But she couldn’t see him.
That’s why she ca today, wanting to see Di Mingjue, and even more to show Di Mingjue that she could stand again, could walk, as beautiful as a budding rose.
However, in Di Mingjue’s eyes, she caught no glimpse of recognition—it was as if she were rely air, whether she could stand or walk seed irrelevant to him.
To be ignored is the most contemptuous insult.
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