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The flight to Beijing, China has been booked. She placed the divorce agreement and other photos and documents sent by Zhang Meiqi two days ago in the bedroom, then took the children and her grandmother to the airport in Las Vegas.
"Xinya, have you thought this through?" Grandma An asked with a furrowed brow, feeling a deep sigh within her, not expecting things to turn out this way.
"Yes, I have made up my mind. Please don't try to persuade me, Grandma." Holding the already sleeping Qifan in her arms, she looked at Qifan and Wenjin and realized they were her support and her pride.
Upon arriving at the airport, holding Wenjin's hand and carrying Qifan, she walked through the gate with her grandmother and boarded the flight to Beijing, China.
Wenjin appeared mischievous but was more considerate than most children. Seeing her mother frowning and looking gloomy, she told jokes in front of her to lighten the mood and offered comforting words.
If she divorced Shouya, she sincerely hoped for a fresh start, providing both children with a nurturing environment where they could grow up with stability—fixed routines for living, playtime, and friends.
In just a few short years, so much had changed. She refused to give up; however, when Zhang Meiqi presented those items, her heart shattered into pieces. Even breathing felt painful as the love she still held for him was suppressed deep inside.
Now, she did not want to think about anything else. The only thing she could do within her capacity was to focus on the children's education. Without him, they could still grow up well under her guidance.
When Shouya returned home and saw the empty house, he was jolted awake by the sight of the photo on the bedside table.
"Xinya, please let me explain. Nothing ever happened between Meiqi and me... I beg you..." Shouya said with a tight frown. He had called Xinya several times until she finally answered, but no matter what he said, she never gave him a chance to explain.
She left him with "There's nothing more to say between us," before hanging up. The sound of the dial tone echoed in his ears. He tried calling again. "Hello, the number you have dialed is unavailable..."
He felt both anxious and helpless. His head throbbed as he held the divorce agreement she had prepared for him at home, waiting for his signature while she silently took their two children away from Las Vegas.
And how did those photos of him and Zhang Meiqi end up in her hands? There was also a pregnancy report from Zhang Meiqi—how could that be possible? Did Meiqi contact Xinya?
Without hesitation, he dialed Meiqi's number directly to arrange a meeting.
Meiqi deliberately dressed beautifully, unable to hide her smile as she sat across from Shouya. She asked what prompted his sudden call to meet. It was rare for Shouya to invite her out; usually, it was her who found various excuses to meet him.
"Have you looked for Xinya?" Shouya did not answer her question but instead asked her directly, his dark eyes growing sharper.
Meiqi's smile froze at the corners of her mouth due to his question, and then it completely vanished. She knew he would not take the initiative to call and meet her. Instead of answering him immediately, she called the waiter and ordered a glass of orange juice.
Shouya was very patient, leaning back in his chair and coldly watching her. He had always regarded her as a colleague; whenever she had any problems in medicine, he would enthusiastically guide her and help her solve everything. However, he did not expect that she had long been scheming, deliberately setting a trap for him to fall into. It seemed he had overlooked this calculating woman.
The waiter brought her the orange juice she needed. She took a sip; it was icy and refreshing. She thought to herself that it seemed their marriage had developed cracks.
"I have not looked for your wife," Meiqi said, looking into his eyes without fear and calmly stating, "That day, we just happened to run into each other and chatted for a bit."
"What about these?" Shouya pulled out photos and an early pregnancy report.
Meiqi was taken aback when she saw these items. That day, she had shown these photos and reports to An Xin Ya, hoping she would hurry up and divorce Shouya so that she could comfort the heartbroken Shouya. However, days had passed without Shouya mentioning anything about their divorce. She became anxious and directly sent these items to her, mainly to provoke her.
She had anticipated that An Xin Ya would show these things to Shouya; she just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
"These are photos we took while attending an International Conference in the Netherlands, along with some sightseeing!" Meiqi pretended to examine the photos as she spoke.
"And what about this report?" Shouya threw the report in front of her. "Don't tell me you're pregnant with my child."
"Yes, I am pregnant with your child," Meiqi said calmly.
Shouya found this news utterly ridiculous!
"Miss Zhang Meiqi, when did we have a relationship? When did you get pregnant with my child?"
"Shouya, have you forgotten? It was last month on my birthday night. Everyone was drunk, and I was tipsy too. Then everyone went their separate ways. I remember you helped me out of the bar and into the car, driving me home," Zhang Meiqi said with a frown, looking at Shouya with a conflicted expression. Why were all men like this—having done something yet refusing to admit it?
Shouya thought for a moment and replied, "That night I did help you out of the bar, but I did not drive you home..."
“Shouya, you can't deny it. No one else knows where I live except you,” Meiqi said. “If you did this, you should take responsibility for it.”
“I didn’t do anything. That night, Javier took you home. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Javier yourself.” Shouya felt helpless; he was being blamed for something he didn’t do.
Zhang Meiqi paused for a moment and then laughed, “How is that possible? You clearly…”
“Enough! All I can say is that I never touched you, not at all. I would never do anything to betray my wife. In my life, I only love her,” Shouya stood up to leave, reminding her, “You’d better ask Javier to clarify things. If I, Shouya, had done it, I would admit it. The problem is, I didn’t.”
“Shouya… come back! It was clearly you that night; how could it be Javier?” Shouya walked out of the restaurant while Zhang Meiqi chased after him, shouting.
She couldn’t believe that the child in her womb wasn’t Shouya’s, not from the man she loved, but from that playboy Javier. It was simply too ironic.
Shouya didn’t want to explain anything to this crazy woman. He had no obligation to clarify so much to her. She had caused misunderstandings between him and Xinya, and now he needed to return home to find Xinya and the children.
Beijing, China
Xinya, the children, and Grandma moved into the previous mansion of the Bai Family. After reclaiming the Bai Family, she also got back this mansion, so she had a place to stay upon returning to Beijing.
“Wow, this house is so big and beautiful!” Wenjin exclaimed as she entered.
“This is the home left by your grandfather for your mother,” An Xin Ya smiled at her daughter Wenjin, who was filled with joy.
Grandma came in holding Qifan, looking around. The decoration was in European style, but returning to her homeland felt very familiar. Even though she had lived in Las Vegas for many years, nothing compared to being at home.
Qifan had already woken up and was waving his hands excitedly in Grandma An’s arms, his bright eyes curiously observing the new surroundings with delight.
“Mrs. Shou, I’ve already brought all your luggage inside. Let me know if you need any more help,” Xinya called Rowe as soon as she got off the plane to have him drive them over since he was keeping the keys to the Bai Family while she was in Las Vegas.
“No need, thank you, Mr. Rowe,” An Xin Ya smiled at Rowe. He was different now; he was now in charge of the Bai Group. Since Rafas couldn’t personally manage things in Beijing, everything related to the Bai Family was entrusted to him.
"Oh right, why didn't we see Shouya this time?" Rowe suddenly asked.
"He's busy every day, so I brought the kids back to take a look. No matter what, the kids need to return to their homeland, learn their mother tongue, and receive some education in China," Xinya said lightly. Mentioning Shouya struck her heart hard, making her feel quite uncomfortable.
Rowe didn't press further. He still had some matters to attend to at the Bai Family, so he drove away.
"Mom, Grandpa's house is really big! It's much bigger than our previous one! I like it here!" Wenjin ran up to the third floor and then ran back down, saying happily.
"Wenjin, do you really like it here? If you do, then we'll live here from now on," An Xin Ya squatted down, looked at Wenjin, raised her eyes to glance around the house, and smiled as she spoke.
"I like it!" Wenjin seemed to think of something and lightly furrowed his brows. "But what about Dad? Isn't he going to live here with us?"
"Your dad..." Xinya didn't know how to answer her child's question.
At that moment, her phone rang. She got up, took out her phone, and saw that it was Shouya calling. She didn't answer and just hung up.
An Xin Ya took her luggage upstairs to organize it. Then she went downstairs; the house was well-equipped but lacked vegetables, meat, fruits, and other groceries in the kitchen. After telling her grandmother, she went out and bought a large amount of food.
Grandma An had just fed Qifan and he was already asleep. Wenjin seemed tired too and fell directly onto the bed to sleep. Taking advantage of this time, she began cleaning the house.
"Grandma, let me do it. You sit and rest!" An Xin Ya saw her grandmother bustling about and couldn't bear to let her do so much work. She stepped forward and said to her.
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