Chapter 1 — After Divorce, I Am a Real Angel

Secretly married for three years, I existed in Pho Kinh Nghien's phone book under the name "Maid". I am the mistakenly carried fake gold of the To family. As for him, he is the person in charge of the Pho family. On the outside, he always appears to be single, but the person pinned at the top of the chat box and the emergency contact on his phone are both To Tuyet - the person the To family declared to be a real genius, and had just been recognized as an ancestor. . As for me, my surrogate daughter, even your personal WeChat is blocked. I had acute peritonitis and it was so painful that I fainted. The butler called me while crying. But he was holding a purification party for To Tuyet at the mountain villa, personally cutting a steak for her, his tone was gentle: "Leave her alone, she won't die." Everyone in the upper class knows that the Vice President sacrificed everything for To Tuyet's real wealth, and no one knew that the nominal wife he hid in the villa was me. I woke up from the emergency room, personally withdrew the needle, and prepared a divorce agreement. Pho Kinh Nghien rushed in with tears in her eyes, grabbed my wrist tightly, and shouted with red eyes: "To Nghien, who gave you permission to divorce?" I raised my eyes and smiled very sweetly, each word bleeding: "Deputy President, I forgot to tell you, I'm pregnant, but..."

“Just passed away.”

I slapped the cold diagnostic paper on his chest, the last word trembling but hiding the cruelest hook:

“Ah yes, the real goddess you were thinking about, her background, I just found out the truth.”

…… When I woke up, my nose was filled with the smell of antiseptic. Vision blurred for a few seconds before clearly seeing the white light above his head. The back of the left hand has a needle inserted, cold liquid is slowly flowing into the vein. The tearing pain in my abdomen had turned into a dull, numb pain, like there was a heavy rock pressing down inside.

“Madam, you are finally awake!”

Butler Lam's voice carried the sound of sobbing. He came closer, his eyes red, still holding the phone: "You scared me to death. Last night you suddenly fainted on the stairs, cold sweat all over your body, no matter how much you called me, you couldn't wake up..." I moved my lips, my throat was dry and I couldn't make a sound. Uncle Lam quickly poured warm water, used a cotton swab to wet my lips, and mumbled: "I called sir thirteen times, the first twelve calls he didn't answer, the last call, I said you probably won't survive, sir..." He paused, his eyes avoiding. I smirked and asked in a windy voice: "What did he say?" Uncle Lam bowed his head, his voice getting quieter: "Mr. Mr. said... tell you to stop acting, you can't die, tell me not to disturb his and Ms. To's dinner." The answer lies in the prediction. But my heart still feels like it's been stabbed by a needle, the stinging pain spreads along my blood vessels. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I had regained my composure.

“What time is it?”

“Three o'clock in the morning.” Uncle Lam wiped the corner of his eyes, "You've been in a coma for six hours. The doctor said it was acute peritonitis. If you brought it in a little later, maybe..."

He didn't continue, but I understood. A little later, maybe I would have really died in the cold, empty villa of the Pho family, like a pet that no one cared about, waiting until the body smelled. people discovered. It's ridiculous. Secretly married for three years, I am Pho Kinh Nghien's legal wife, who is also named "Maid" in his contacts. Externally, the head of the Pho group is still single, a golden gentleman that countless famous families covet. Internally, the fake daughter was mistakenly carried as me, and even his personal WeChat was blocked. On his phone, the person pinned to the top of the chat box is To Tuyet, and the emergency contact is also To Tuyet. That was the real golden man that the To family had just publicly welcomed back, the "white moon light" in his heart. What about me? I was the chess piece that the To family pushed into marriage three years ago. The real gold is wandering outside, the fake gold also has to develop some surplus value. The Pho family needs a marriage to stabilize the stock price, the To family needs the resources of the Pho family to save the crisis, and I need a new refuge. A perfect transaction. It's just that everyone forgot to ask if I was willing or not.

“Uncle Lam, call the doctor for me.” I spoke softly.

"What are you going to do? The doctor said you have to rest, you can't move around..."

“Call the doctor.” I repeated, my voice calm but with undeniable meaning.

Uncle Lam was stunned, as if he had never seen me like that. In my uncle's impression, Mrs. Pho was always obedient and quiet, like a flawless porcelain doll. Her husband listened to whatever her husband said, never daring to refute. The doctor arrived very quickly, a female doctor in her forties, with gentle eyes.

“Vice lady, you need to rest now, the inflammation has not gone away yet, don't get out of bed.”

“I want to do a general examination.” I looked straight into her eyes, "Especially the obstetrics department."

The female doctor paused, her eyes stayed on my face for a few seconds then nodded: "Okay, I will arrange it." The test was scheduled for the next morning. When I was pushed into the ultrasound room, the sunlight outside the window was beautiful and bright yellow, but it did not warm my heart. Cold lubricant was applied to the abdomen, the probe slid on the skin, the doctor's expression gradually became serious.

“Madam, have you recently felt nauseous, tired, or missed your period?”

I was stunned, my fingers curled unconsciously.

“Yes… a little.”

“When was your last period?”

I tried to remember, my mind was blank. For the past three months, Pho Kinh Nghien has been busy preparing for To Tuyet's return home. I've been busy juggling between the Pho family and the To family, playing the role of an understanding flower vase, basically not paying attention to these details.

“About… more than two months ago.”

The doctor sighed and pointed to a tiny blur on the screen: "Look here, the gestational sac, about 8 weeks. But..." She stopped, lowered her voice: "The fetus has no fetal heart, has stopped developing. Furthermore, this acute peritonitis is very likely related to this, it is imperative to have an abortion surgery as soon as possible, otherwise the infection will spread and be life-threatening." I stared at the screen, that small black shadow was like a frozen star in the universe. It turns out that this place once had a life. When I didn't know it, it came quietly, then quietly left.

“Vice lady?” The doctor looked at me worriedly.

I slowly collect the light looked back, smiled at her: "Arrange the surgery, as soon as possible."

“What about your husband…”

“There is no need to inform him.” I interrupted, “I signed the papers myself.”

The surgery was scheduled for that afternoon. As the anesthetic was injected into my veins, I felt my consciousness fade away. The last image I saw was the blinding white light of a surgical lamp, like a silent funeral. When I woke up again, it was dark.