But the precondition of his life was Mi Yao's blood. Last night he was so violently out of control; he could hurt her next time, even cause an accident.
He might not recover either. At this rate, before he could get better, he would have drained all the blood from her body. She would die before him—how could he be so selfish?
Because she was alive, that's why he wanted to live.
"President Huangfu, there's something Yaoyao probably hasn't told you yet."
"What?"
"Yaoyao is pregnant."
Huai Fu Yueming's pupils contracted, and a vast joy swiftly spread across his sternly handsome face. Mi Yao was pregnant; Mi Yao was actually pregnant—he was going to be a father again!
Warmth spread throughout his body, bubbling with excitement. When Mi Yao gave birth to Minxue, she had been left with lingering health issues. Hua Nongying had once said it would be tough for her to conceive again, but she had become pregnant so quickly.
