Chapter 223: 223: Having a Child of Our Own_1


    The two of them walked along the lengthy corridor lined with Roman columns, pushed open a small English-style door, and entered the interior of the hotel.


    A thick red carpet paved the empty corridor.


    They walked silently, and suddenly, there appeared a pair of people tightly embracing each other.


    The supposed-to-be-at-the-ball Yan Yue was appearing in this deserted corridor.


    She had already changed into a new dress, currently wearing a peach-colored evening gown and a pair of red crystal high-heels.


    The man embracing and kissing her is none other than Ruan Tianling, who recently divorced Jian Yufei.


    The tall and stalwart man stood in front of the petite woman, cornering her between him and the wall, bending over to kiss her like a passionate lover.


    Yan Yue’s arms around his neck, her long and curled lashes slightly closed, her cheeks flushed.


    The light was beautiful, the atmosphere was dreamy.


    Handsome man and beautiful woman, their intertwined scene was indeed pleasing to the eye.


    Without sparing Yan Yue a glance, her eyes were filled with sorrow, staring at Ruan Tianling without blinking.


    Her eyes seemed to be speaking, accusing him of his ruthlessness, of his betrayal.


    Ruan Tianling’s eyes were profound with a hint of gloom in his brows, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.


    Jian Yufei suddenly touched her lower abdomen and said hauntingly, “Do you know? I carry our child here.”


    Ruan Tianling was stunned, his face changing, his sharp gaze falling onto her stomach.


    Yan Yue in his arms also changed her expression, the previous look of satisfaction disappeared, replaced with a wave of panic and gloom.


    Jian Yufei’s eyes didn’t hide her inner grief and resentment. She was angry with his ruthlessness, upset about why he was treating her this way.


    Her pain was so real, intense, piercing the man’s eyes deeply.


    “What did you say?” Ruan Tianling asked her in a low voice, sounding a bit raspy.


    Jian Yufei forced a bitter smile on her lips. She didn’t say anything, she just turned around and left.


    The moment she turned around, all emotions disappeared from her eyes, leaving no trace of sorrow or resentment...