Qin Mufeng touched Chen Weiwei's head: "Weiwei, Uncle will definitely give you a warm home."

He turned to me, "Wife, don't you like daughters? Weiwei is just right. Don't worry, I will work hard to earn money to support you both in the future."

Qin Mufeng's job was arranged by my family, only eight thousand a month, barely enough to sustain a family.

If it weren't for his good looks, would I even consider him?

I took a deep breath, "Qin Mufeng, I like daughters, I will have my own, I haven't stooped so low as to let someone else raise my daughter."

"I'm not that generous, and I will never agree."

Chen Weiwei cried softly.

Qin Mufeng looked at me angrily, a hint of killing intent in his eyes.

Is he trying to kill me now to inherit my fortune?

I don't know what he's thinking, but I dare not gamble.

I picked up my bag from the side and prepared to leave.

Qin Mufeng coldly said, "If you leave, don't come back."

That's fine with me, I don't want to stay with them for another minute.

As I stood up and walked to the door, my son came back.

He smiled and said, "Mom, I heard I have a beautiful little sister now."

Looking at his face, I recalled the image from my past life when he used a kitchen knife to attack me.

My body trembled, unable to muster any maternal love for him.

I cannot forgive him.