Rong Rui’s Suicide

"This is the house I prepared for you. Do you like it?" Li Sicheng suddenly asked, with an unnoticeable hint. In a trance, Tang Mengying heard his words and looked at Li Sicheng. His eyes were as deep as the ocean. He said, "Consider this house a gift for the baby. You could live here from now on."

Baby… A gift for the baby? He admitted it? She was dumbfounded, looking at him.

"You can keep all the bodyguards as well. They will be responsible for his safety." With one hand in his pocket, Li Sicheng stared at her. Under the lighting in the living room, he looked like he was shining, like the man she secretly drew in her paintings. So dazzling…