"Yuanyuan, it's true." Song Wantang said calmly.
Tang Yuanyuan still found it hard to believe. "Tangtang, you're not doing this just to get back at that scumbag Shen Mozhou, are you? There's no need to gamble away your lifelong happiness."
Even though Lu Shaodong was a diamond bachelor.
Tang Yuanyuan knew her best friend well. She wasn't a woman who craved vanity.
She was afraid Song Wantang would act impulsively and make an irrational decision.
Besides, the Lu family's waters ran deep. Tang Yuanyuan didn't want her best friend to drown in the Lu family.
Song Wantang let out a helpless laugh. "Yuanyuan, do you think I'm still the same love-struck person I used to be?"
Tang Yuanyuan was taken aback.
"Before yesterday, maybe I was. But now, I've woken up."
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.
"Tangtang..." Tang Yuanyuan said, her voice full of sympathy.
"I'm fine." Song Wantang curved her lips. "Actually, I should thank them. If it weren't for this, I'd probably still be foolishly giving my patent to Shen Mozhou for free, while watching him fly away with Song Yurou."
"Speaking of the patent!" Tang Yuanyuan's voice suddenly rose. "Your patent authorization expires in two months, right? What are you going to do?"
"I won't renew it." Song Wantang said very decisively. "Sixty percent of Shen Mozhou's company's business relies on that government project. Without my patent, the project can't go forward."
"Good!" Tang Yuanyuan clapped her hands in approval. "That's what you should do! Let him know what it means to lose both his wife and his troops!"
Suddenly, Tang Yuanyuan changed her tone, her voice turning worried. "But I know Shen Mozhou. He cares about face and profits even more. Cutting off his source of money, he definitely won't let it go easily."
Song Wantang said, "It's fine. Lu Shaodong is here."
They had an agreement.
Tang Yuanyuan was silent for a moment.
"Tangtang, you need to be careful in the Lu family too. That kind of wealthy family has waters too deep."
"I know. Don't worry, I'll be careful."
As soon as Song Wantang hung up, Little Dumpling's voice suddenly rang out: "Mommy! It's so stuffy in here. Let's go out for a walk!"
Song Wantang smiled. The little brat actually understood what stuffy meant.
Little Dumpling said confidently, "Of course I do."
Song Wantang: "Okay, I'll take you tomorrow."
She also needed to buy a few loose-fitting clothes.
And there was one important thing: her shares in the Song Corporation.
Before, she had turned a blind eye, letting those people think she was easy to manipulate.
Now, she wouldn't let them take half an advantage. Just wait!
.....
At the moment, Zhang Ma was busy in the kitchen, and the aroma of food could be smelled.
Everything gave Song Wantang an unreal feeling.
A day ago, she was still Shen Mozhou's fiancée, busy preparing for the wedding.
A day later, she was already Lu Shaodong's wife, living in this villa worth hundreds of millions, and pregnant with the Lu family's child.
Life truly could turn upside down.
"Madam." Zhang Ma poked her head out of the kitchen. "What would you like for dinner? Sir said you're pregnant, so you need to eat something nutritious."
Song Wantang smiled. "Zhang Ma, just make whatever you think is good. I'm not picky."
"Alright!" Zhang Ma went off happily. "Then I'll stew some crucian carp soup for you, braise some spare ribs, stir-fry some seasonal vegetables..."
Listening to Zhang Ma's chatter, a warmth surged in Song Wantang's heart.
She looked down at her still-flat lower abdomen and gently placed her hand over it.
"Baby," she whispered in her heart, "From now on, we'll have a home."
Little Dumpling's voice sounded, full of happiness: "Mommy, I'm so happy. Our family will be very happy from now on."
Song Wantang's eyes felt slightly hot.
Me too.
....
In the evening, just as Song Wantang was about to wash up, her mobile phone suddenly rang.
She glanced at the caller ID, furrowed her brow slightly, walked to the balcony, and pressed the answer button.
"Miss Song, I'm from the Haicheng Garden property management. Sorry to bother you."
"It's like this: Mr. Shen has been banging on the door just now, disturbing the neighbors. The neighbors have complained. Um... if you're home, could you please open the door?"
The property management staff said tactfully.
Previously, Song Wantang had a two-bedroom apartment in Haicheng Garden, which she bought with her own savings.
It wasn't big, but it was truly something that belonged to her.
She had always lived there.
Probably Shen Mozhou couldn't see her, so he deliberately went there to cause trouble, hoping she would show up.
"Miss Song, you see..." The property management's voice sounded a bit troubled. "Mr. Shen has been making a scene at the door for over an hour. He says he won't leave until he sees you. It seems he's been drinking."
Song Wantang's fingers tightened slightly.
This scoundrel really was a persistent ghost.
"Mommy, don't go!" Little Dumpling's voice immediately rang out, full of vigilance. "That bad guy definitely has no good intentions! He might have brought a bunch of people waiting to catch you!"
Song Wantang said softly in her heart: Don't worry, Mommy isn't that stupid.
She took a deep breath and said to the person on the phone: "Please tell Mr. Shen that I've already entrusted that apartment to an agency for sale. Please ask him not to go there again. If he continues to harass me, I will call the police."
The property management was stunned: "Okay, okay. I'll tell him."
After hanging up, Song Wantang stood on the balcony, gazing at the starry sky, lost in thought.
It seemed she still needed to resolve this quickly.
Otherwise, Shen Mozhou would stick to her like a sticky plaster.
"Madam. It's cold at night. Don't stay outside too long. Sir asked me to bring you a glass of warm milk."
Song Wantang turned around and took the warm glass of milk: "Thank you, Zhang Ma."
"Don't mention it." Zhang Ma said with a cheerful smile. "You're the key person to protect in the household now. Sir specifically instructed that you must not catch a chill at night."
Song Wantang held the glass, the warm sensation spreading from her palm.
When she returned to the living room, Lu Shaodong happened to come out of the study, holding a document.
Seeing her, his gaze paused: "What's wrong? Your complexion doesn't look good."
Song Wantang shook her head: "Nothing. The property management just called. They said Shen Mozhou went to my previous apartment and made a scene."
Lu Shaodong furrowed his brows slightly.
Had his previous warning to Shen Mozhou gone in one ear and out the other?
"I already asked the property management to tell him that the apartment is for sale and to stop going there," Song Wantang added.
"Mm. It's late. Get some rest early. Tomorrow I'll have the driver take you to the hospital for a prenatal checkup."
Song Wantang was taken aback: "Prenatal checkup?"
"Mm. I've already made an appointment." He paused. "Although you said the baby is over two months, you haven't had a formal prenatal checkup yet, have you?"
Song Wantang nodded.
Previously, she had been busy with wedding preparations, so she really hadn't had time to register at the hospital.
"Then we'll go tomorrow." Lu Shaodong instructed.
"Okay." Song Wantang nodded, then went to rest.
Lu Shaodong watched her leave, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.
His voice was very calm. "Shen Mozhou is causing trouble at Madam's old apartment. Call the police directly and handle it as picking a quarrel and causing trouble."
The person on the other end responded, "Got it."
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