Du Mingwei firmly believed that even if the burning flames of love did not exist in a marriage, there should still be basic mutual respect.

For this reason, during these five years of concealed marriage, she had played the role of the good wife and mother with her heart and soul.

"The test results show that you are pregnant."

From the moment she left the hospital, Du Mingwei desperately needed to share this good news with her husband, Qi Beitong. However, after trying to reach him several times, she found his phone turned off. She could only contact his secretary and learnt that he had gone to pick up the twins.

Expecting to surprise him, Du Mingwei decided to wait for him at home. She even asked the chef to prepare a lavish dinner.

Time ticked away.

After waiting for a long while, there were still no signs of Qi Beitong or the children. Du Mingwei began to get uneasy.

His mobile phone was still switch off.

Just as she was about to wear her coat and leave to find him, her mobile phone suddenly received a video.

In the video was a high-end western restaurant, Qi Beitong, dressed in a finely tailored black suit, with their two sons sitting obediently beside him. Sitting across from him was a woman all too familiar to Du Mingwei.

Xie Jiaojiao, Qi Beitong's unforgettable first love.

In the candlelit dinner, the four of them were full of happiness. Qi Liang sweetly called out to "Aunt Jiaojiao," while Qi Beitong's eyes were filled with an indulgent smile. A hot search titled "Couple Made in Heaven," paired with this scene, was indeed enough to warm anyone's heart.

In the video, Xie Jiaojiao gently asked Qi Liang, "Who do you prefer more, Aunt Jiaojiao or mommy?"

Hearing the boy crisply calling her "Aunt Jiaojiao," Du Mingwei felt a stabbing pain in her heart. She covered her mouth and ran for the bathroom, retching.

After five years of marriage and twins at the age of four, she had never seen Qi Beitong so warm and considerate in public. However, in the presence of another woman, she saw the most perfect side of him.

As night fell, Qi Beiting led his sleepy sons home.

The villa was pitch black, and once the lights were turned on, he noticed the untouched food on the dining table.

Frowning, he picked up the landline to call Du Mingwei.

The moment the call connected, Qi Beiting asked anxiously, "Du Mingwei, do you still consider this your home?"

Du Mingwei, laying in a hospital single-room, her face pale as a sheet, responded, "Qi Beiting, let's divorce."

As soon as she finished speaking, the line cut off, leaving only the continuous busy tone.

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Time flies, and two years later, in the village of Yuqiao.

A sudden downpour broke the peace there.

Just as Du Mingwei had finally soothed her daughter to sleep, she heard the sound of a car engine from the courtyard, followed by the urgent ringing of the doorbell. She walked to the window and saw a black luxury car parked outside.

In the pouring rain, the figures outside were indistinguishable.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Du Mingwei simply turned off the small night light at her bedside, silently responding to the visitor outside in this manner.

Outside the courtyard.

The male secretary noticed that the light upstairs had been turned off, and after checking the situation inside the car, he continued to press the doorbell.

Du Mingwei lay back in bed and directly turned off the doorbell, but then the sound of even more urgent knocking came from outside.

She could only pick up her cellphone to answer the video call at the door.

Du Mingwei coldly warned, "If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Upon hearing her voice, the secretary hurriedly explained, "I sincerely apologize for disturbing you at this late hour. However, the rain is too heavy to travel, and our young master is running a fever. We heard from the villagers that you have children's fever-reducing medicine. We are willing to pay a high price for it."

Du Mingwei categorically refused.

Just as she was about to hang up, the secretary quickly added, "Madam, we really mean no harm. My boss is Qi Beiting, the president of Wuhong Group. Just name your price!"

Qi Beiting?

...Her ex-husband.

Again hearing this name, Du Mingwei felt as if she was in another world.

All of a sudden, a thunderbolt boomed, waking her sleeping daughter.

Her momentary confusion upon their reunion and the pain at the old memories were instantaneously dispersed by her child's crying. She quickly put down the phone to comfort her child.

The secretary at the door, hearing the child's crying, immediately played the emotional card.

"Madam, you are a mother too. You know how dangerous a fever could be for a child. Could you please make an exception? We only want to buy medicine, nothing more, and promise not to disturb you. Please help us."

A child, yes, those two were also the babies she had carried in her womb for ten months...

Even though they didn't like her.

But this place is indeed too remote, with the nearest hospital a two-hour drive away on the other side of the mountain.

Ten minutes later.

The secretary was taken aback by Du Mingwei’s cold gaze, unable to utter a word, "......ma...madam?"

Du Mingwei stood inside the door, handing over a bottle of children's antipyretic.

"I'm not your madam. Take the medicine and leave."

In the backseat of a luxury car.

Qi Beitang, dressed in a black suit, opened his eyes. His deep, icy pupils looking out the window, his entire body exuding a powerful aura.

He held his feverish young son in his arms, his sharp gaze intently focused on the woman's figure in the rain. The emotions in his eyes were obscure and unreadable.

The rain was pouring heavily. Even with an umbrella, Du Mingwei's clothes were still soaked.

Just as she was about to turn around, the secretary called out to her, "Madam, wouldn’t you like to see the two young masters? They've been missing you a lot."

Du Mingwei forcefully suppressed her heartache, without turning her head, "No need. Perhaps we're not meant to be."

The man who had just got out of the car heard these words. His face instantly darkened, his aura emanating a chilling cold.

His cold voice echoed from behind.

"Du Mingwei!"

Her steps momentarily paused, but she did not look back. She simply closed the door and entered the house - her actions swift and decisive.

Qi Beitang watched the woman's resolute figure fade away, seeming to replay the events from two years ago.

The secretary looked at the increasing rainfall, worriedly saying, "Boss, it's too dangerous to keep driving. I will go to the village to ask if there's anyone who can shelter us for the night."

On the second floor, Du Mingwei stood by the window, watching the man get into the car and the secretary hastily leave with an umbrella.

Upon closing the door, Du Mingwei grabbed her chest as her heart pounded wildly, her body tingling all over.

For the past two years, as a mother, she missed her two sons every day and secretly had someone keep tabs on their whereabouts.

Yet she was incapable of forcibly taking her children from the Qi family, especially when they preferred "Aunt Jiao Jiao".

She quickly went back to the second floor, hiding behind the curtains, watching the man get into the car and the secretary walking away with an umbrella.

When she entered the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror, her deliberately forgotten past of five years resurfaced, accompanied by a piercing pain in her heart, making her shiver slightly.

As she was worried about her two sons, Du Mingwei didn’t sleep and simply stood behind the curtain watching the car downstairs silently.

"Madam! Bad news! The young master is feverish and he has thrown up!"

In the end, Du Mingwei's heart softened.

She allowed Qi Beiting and his crew into the house and quickly attended to her younger son’s fever.

In the living room,

Qi Beiting covertly surveyed the interior of the apartment, seeing it filled with children's items and toys everywhere. His eyes turned cold, a chill creeping up his heart.

Remembering how the villagers mentioned that Du Mingwei had a little daughter, he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Everyone was drenched from the rainstorm, but luckily the apartment had heating turned on, so they warmed up considerably upon entering.

Du Mingwei felt a sharp gaze resting on her while she was treating the child's fever. After dealing with the child's situation, she gave a few simple instructions before heading upstairs.

There were guest rooms on the first floor, each with a separate bathroom. After cleaning up the vomit from his younger son, Qi Beitin discovered that his elder son also had a low fever.

He barely closed his eyes the entire night, busy attending to the children.

For the past two years, he had been single-handedly taking care of his children. That was how he got by daily.

The following morning,

Du Mingwei awoke to her daughter's kisses.

The little one did not fuss or cry upon waking up; she lay obediently next to her mother.

After changing her daughter's nappy and dressing her in a cute pink dress, Du Mingwei carried her downstairs.

The hourly maid responsible for meal preparations saw the secretary sleeping on the couch and prepared extra breakfast porridge and side dishes.

The antipyretic Du Mingwei offered was very effective. Over the night, both Qi Nan and Qi Liang's fever subsided.

At this moment, both children sat on the side, looking at Du Mingwei and Du Feifei with skepticism.

In a low voice, Qi Nan said to his younger brother Qi Liang, "This auntie looks a lot like mommy."

Annoyed, Qi Liang replied, "And what's the deal with that baby? Plus, our mother abandoned us before; she's a bad person!"

Little Du Feifei sat in her kid's chair drinking her milk formula, curiously observing the unfamiliar faces around the breakfast table today.

After finishing her milk, she naturally passed the bottle to Qi Beitin seated next to her.

The little one, a little over a year old, had just started speaking. He could only blurt out one or two words at a time, but he expressed himself clearly.

Du Feifei: "Let go."

Just as Du Mingwei was about to take the milk bottle, Qi Beiting had already extended his hand.

Both of their hands touched on the milk bottle, causing Du Mingwei to immediately withdraw her hand.

Du Feifei thought they were playing with her. She extended her little hand and grabbed Qi Beiting's finger, putting her small hand in his palm.

Qi Beiting's gaze shifted back and forth between Du Mingwei and the child's face. Du Feifei's sparkling eyes were a splitting image of Du Mingwei.

Du Feifei quickly loses interest as quickly as she gains it. After letting go of Qi Beiting's hand, she waved at Qi Liang and Qi Nan across from her.

She sweetly called out, "Brother, Feifei wants to play~"