Great Demon Sun Wukong - Chapter 892 - 778: Choice

People say that when a man becomes middle aged, their appearance and energy will become weak. Ye Qing Xin doesn’t feel that way. At least Jing Bo Yuan is not, his appearance and energy is still really great.

For money, Jin Jumo “signed” herself to the business tycoon Rong Mochen, for a period of one year.Upon their first meeting, the man's voice was icy, “I like women who keep their place, understand?”“Yes.” Jin Jumo nodded lightly.So, Jin Jumo always adhered to her place, tightly locking her heart away, never crossing the line.If there was anything in her relationship with Rong Mochen that Jin Jumo hadn't anticipated, it would be...---“Mr. Rong, our contract expired a week ago.” Jin Jumo lightly curved her lips, giving a smile that didn't reach her eyes as she looked at the man in front of her.“So?”“So, Mr. Rong, are you playing rogue now?” Jin Jumo gritted her teeth.“Hmm...” Rong Mochen frowned, leisurely raising his head to look at Jin Jumo, “Is my daughter behaving well in your belly?”“It's not even two months, how do you know it's definitely a daughter...”Wait... Jin Jumo's eyes widened in terror, she hadn't told him she was pregnant...Rumor had it, a car accident targeting Z City tycoon Rong Mochen resulted in the death of a seven-month-pregnant woman.Rumor had it, after the accident, the Rong Family's president underwent a drastic change, becoming ruthless and fierce from being coldly indifferent.Rumor had it, the person killed in the accident was the person closest to Rong Mochen's heart.---Four years later.“Brother, do we really need to find a new boyfriend for Mommy?” The little bun bit his chubby fingers, looking at the little boy beside him who was slightly taller.“Yes.” The boy squinted, his gaze coldly fixed on the televised global sensation of the Rong Family's president's luxurious engagement ceremony.“But didn't Brother say that the old man named Rong is our real dad?”Jin Jumo, who had just stepped into the house, was nearly collapsing inside. How did the two little guys know Rong Mochen was...

There were two daughters in Jiang Family. Each of them was as beautiful as flowers and jades.

Time had caught up with the famine season. One must be sold to survive.

Jiang Yun Zhu pulled the shorter stick and was taken away by a human broker.

Seven years later, Jiang Yun Zhu’s face was even brighter. She was dressed in rich clothes and surrounded by servants.

At this time, she was already the young madam of Marquis An Ping Manor. It went without saying, she was extremely honorable.

It turned out that the human broker sold her to Marquis An Ping Manor back then.

At this time, Jiang Yun Xiu’s face was battered by wind and frost. Every day, she worried about firewood and rice.

After receiving the brocade handed over by her elder sister, Jiang Yun Xiu gritted her teeth until blood came out. If she was the one who was taken away by the human broker…

Returning to the day of drawing lots, Jiang Yun Xiu snatched the short stick first. This time, she wanted to be the one above others.

Jiang Yun Zhu smilingly took the long stick. She thought it was so easy to go from a maid to the Young Madam of Marquis Manor?

Note: The wealth and honor in the heroine’s dream was earned by her own struggle, not by being sold.

Don’t get sold, live even better!

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