Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
They would not have met so late and in such an unsavory manner.
She would have her proper identity as his fiancée and could stand proudly beside him right from their first meeting!
The man smiled at this.
He could not help reaching out and rubbing her silky hair.
This silly woman was probably thinking that, if she were the one who had been acknowledged by the Mu family a decade and a half ago, she would have naturally become his legitimate fiancée.
He thought otherwise, however.
In a way, if it had not been for Mu Wanrou pretending to be her, he might not have fallen in love with her.
At that time, being opposed to this woman’s mother, he would have resented her.
The young him would have treated her with strong hostility.
Mu Qingcheng had caused his father to be lost in reverie and his mother to harbor hate for all eternity.
As the woman who was truly in his heart, Mu Liancheng poured almost a lifetime’s worth of love on her.
His heart, which was entirely on Mu Qingcheng, had never once thumped for another.
The infatuated and devoted Jiang Yishan initially raged out of humiliation, only for it to lead into disappointment; it was all because of that woman.
In Mu Yazhe’s young mind, Mu Qingcheng was indubitably a heinous woman.
She had effortlessly destroyed his parents’ marriage.
She was the culprit for his family’s destruction!
Hence, when Mu Sheng paired him with the nine-year-old Mu Wanrou and told him that she was Mu Qingcheng’s daughter and his sister as well as his future fiancée, the young him looked at her with disgust.
He found her to be revolting.
Still, with the Mu family’s inheritance rights at stake, he did not hesitate to make use of her. Getting engaged with her was for the sole purpose of gaining a bargaining chip in the fight for control of Disheng Financial Group.
It was not until he was older that he understood everything.
What his parents had was just a marriage of convenience. It was all for the sake of winning the bout for power among the rich.
This marriage had neither romance nor love. Both parties were forced into it.
The marriage was merely nominal.
Mu Qingcheng was also not a third party.
On the contrary, she had all along been a clean woman.
His father’s infatuation for her had never borne fruit.
Only then did he erase his hatred for her.
However, if the one Mu Sheng had brought home a decade and a half ago was Yun Shishi, he would probably not have developed romantic feelings for her, and she would have ended up being exploited by him.
Mu Wanrou, who had replaced her to be part of the Mu family, ironically became a pawn in his fight for leadership.
Simply put, that woman had replaced her as his sacrificial lamb.
Fate seemed to have its providence.
Their encounter was neither too early nor too late and was just right.
Sometimes, an unexpected turn of events might not actually be a mistake at all.
It was just that, in order to meet her, he seemed to have exhausted a lifetime of luck.
“Seven years ago, Mu Wanrou was diagnosed to be congenitally infertile. You probably know of this matter,” he said slowly.
Yun Shishi nodded. “Yes. I know about it.”
He lowered his gaze. “She’s actually not congenitally infertile.”
Her eyes on him widened in shock and incredulity.
“How can that be? Didn’t the Mu family bring in the country’s most advanced medical center for this matter.”
“Disheng Financial Group holds 40% of the country’s medical market share.” His lips arched. “As such, it’s not really difficult for me to falsify a simple medical report.”
She was so shocked she was rendered speechless.
