Chapter 4

This time, I didn't know whether he considered Bai Qingqian beyond suspicion or whether the joy of a son falling into his lap had blinded him.

He never mentioned testing.

I discreetly asked Cui once.

"Mr. Lei hasn't brought it up," he said.

Interesting.

Bai Qingqian was still lost in her dream of rising through her child.

Every so often, she came over to perform another display of his devotion.

A few days later, she brought a middle-aged woman in a suit who called herself an energy therapist.

The therapist immediately asked me to sign a "Letting Go Agreement."

I was to promise not to contact Lei Wanjun, not to appear in their lives, and not to question anything about the child.

The final clause was the masterpiece.

I must publicly admit that my infertility had caused the marriage to fail, and that Bai Qingqian and Lei Wanjun's love was entirely reasonable and proper.

I turned to the last page.

"What do I get for signing?"

Bai Qingqian sneered.

"You've already walked off with so much. What else do you want?"

"If there's nothing in it for me, why would I sign?"

The therapist cleared her throat.

"Ms. Shu, money is only external energy."

"Ms. Bai hopes you'll complete this lesson and release your possessiveness."

I asked, "Who's paying for this session?"

"Mr. Lei."

"How much per hour?"

"Eight thousand."

Respect dawned in me.

So "letting go of attachments" paid that well.

No wonder they kept telling everyone not to value money while clutching their own payment codes tighter than anyone.

I pushed the agreement back.

"Please leave."

"Today, I'm only seeing guests who turn a profit."

Bai Qingqian changed on the spot.

She pointed at me and cursed for ten minutes.

From my greed to my lack of maternal feeling.

From that to my fate being hostile to children.

Rich content.

Excellent lung capacity.

I listened and asked the housekeeper to bring bird's nest soup and snacks.

Once she'd worn herself out, I invited her to the table and sent Lei Wanjun a picture of her eating.

[She wasn't feeling good today. Had a cry here.

She's had something to eat and feels much better now.]

He sent six hundred thousand yuan first.

Then called to apologize.

At the payment notification, her eyes fixed on my phone.

"Does he give you money every time you tell him I've come here?"

I corrected her.

"I've never asked once. He gives it voluntarily."

She snatched my phone.

When she saw "Voluntary gift" in the memo, her face went white.

"So every visit means another payment for you?"

I nodded honestly.

"So far, yes."

She stormed out and slammed the door.

I saw her off with a gentle reminder.

"Take care. Come again next week if you're free."

The glare she threw back made my heart jump.

The lucky cat seemed to have realized whose fortune she'd been bringing.

From that day, she really stopped coming.

The first week, I thought she was resting at home.

By the second, my silent phone made me restless.

Without her, my extra income plunged.

I called her myself.

The first call went unanswered.

The second was rejected.

The third said she couldn't be reached.

I tried messages.

[Why haven't you visited? I bought cherries. Saved some for you.]

No answer.

I added:

[Bird's nest soup too. The brand you liked last time.]

Still nothing.

I held my phone, feeling a little empty.

Clearly, she'd worked it out.

Every time she came to lord it over me, I didn't get angry.

I got paid by my ex-husband.

She wasn't coming to upset me.

She was delivering commission.

Once she stopped work, the revenue dried up.

I opened the Lucky Cat Diary.

More than a dozen transfers.

Large and small, they totaled seven million three hundred and eighty thousand yuan.

Clear memos.

Complete gift paperwork.

Enough for two more shopfront properties.

That eased the emptiness considerably.

The cat could stay away.

The money was already in my account.

Now I only needed to wait peacefully for the baby.

Occasionally, my conscience poked its head up and urged me to tell Lei Wanjun the truth.

But I'd handed him the report myself.

He'd chosen not to read it.

I couldn't very well chase my ex-husband around giving remedial biology lessons.