"Wife, Weiwei is so pitiful. Shall we adopt her?" Qin Mufeng lowered his head and said hoarsely.

The little girl has dimples and looks very cute. She timidly looked at me, and then knelt down with a "thud".

"Auntie, please, don't send me to the orphanage. I eat very little and can do housework. Please don't make me leave."

My head was throbbing, and the misery from my past life flashed before my eyes.

At that time, I didn't take it seriously at all. Qin Mufeng's first love had already died, and the child was innocent, just an extra pair of chopsticks.

I kindly adopted Chen Weiwei, gave her a comfortable life, but she seduced my son.

She became more and more like his first love, and Qin Mufeng's look in his eyes became more and more unsettling.

I only wanted Chen Weiwei to leave China, but they conspired and killed me.

They inherited my legacy, living together in love and harmony, while I was just a stepping stone for their emotions to flourish.

Chen Weiwei acted too well-behaved in front of me, and by the time I realized it, it was too late.

I rubbed my temples and looked at the little girl kneeling on the ground with a smiling face.

"Qin Mufeng, let's get a divorce!"