Diaries of Mr. Han’s Sweet Marriage - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: We Are a Fake Couple (2)

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Gao Xiaoxiao looked at her in a daze. “Me and him?”

Chang Huanyan nodded.

Gao Xiaoxiao blinked and said, “We’re a fake couple. We get what we want and treat each other respectfully…”

“Have you ever thought about what to do in the future?” Chang Huanyan looked at her, in a dilemma. “Xiaobai is already four years old this year. He’s so smart. Sooner or later, he’ll realize that Han Zhen is not his father. How are you going to explain it to him then? What if he wants to find his father? Also,
what if Han Zhen finds out that you’re hiding a four-year-old son…”

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll do my best to hide Xiaobai. If I really can’t hide him and I’m found out, at worst, we’ll divorce and part ways,” Gao Xiao said confidently.
Chang Huanyan thought for a moment and said suddenly, “Actually, I think it’s better if you file for a divorce first.”
Gao Xiaoxiao looked at her curiously.

Chang Huanyan helped her analyze calmly. “Think about it. You’re living in fear every day, afraid that Xiaobai will be discovered by them. Not only do you feel insecure, but you don’t have time to spend with Xiaobai. So if you file for a divorce first, Han Zhen will have to pay a huge sum of alimony, right?
Rich families like his will give at least a few million yuan in alimony, right? Don’t you think this is more worth it than the money he transfers to your account every month? Besides, things are unpredictable. What if they find out about Xiaobai first and realize that you’re faking your identity… At that time,
they’ll sue you for fraud and whatnot. Won’t you have to pay a huge sum of compensation?”

Hearing this made Gao Xiaoxiao both happy and worried.

“Yes,” she thought. “Ican try to ensure that I don’t give myself away, but what about others? It’s hard to prevent secrets from being leaked. Besides, there’s Gu Liging, the landmine that can explode at any time.”
Since this marriage was a mistake from the start, and Old Master Han had already passed away, and Han Zhen was so averse to being tied down by marriage, she thought it should not matter too much to end it now.
However, Gao Xiaoxiao was still conflicted. She felt that it was not appropriate to do so. After all, Old Madam Han and Zhong Yuhong treated her very well.

Finally, she nodded. “Yes, you have a point. I’ll consider it carefully.”

Chang Huanyan sighed. “My heart aches for Xiaobai too. It’s fine if he doesn’t have a dad, but his mom can’t even be with him every day…”

Gao Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, feeling guilty and ashamed.

At night.

After taking a shower, Gao Xiaoxiao pushed open the bedroom door and entered quietly. As expected, Xiaobai was already asleep.

She sat down gently by the small bed and observed her son’s sleeping face.

If his eyes and nose were somewhat similar to hers, then the protruding hairline in the middle of his forehead and the thin lips were not at all like hers.

Gao Xiaoxiao recalled her difficult labor four years ago and how hard she had tried to hide him from others these past years. She reflected on what Chang Huanyan said.

Then she lowered her head and kissed his smooth face. She had made up her mind.

The next morning, Gao Xiaoxiao woke up to the nice smell of toast.

‘When she walked to the kitchen, she saw Gao Xiaobai standing in front of the toaster with a plate and a small stool under his feet.

“Don’t come in. Breakfast will be ready soon!” the little fellow said seriously.

Gao Xiaoxiao could not help but laugh. She reminded him to be careful and went to the bathroom to wash up.

‘When she came out, two sandwiches had been laid out on the small dining table. There was ham, lettuce, and a salad, with two glasses of warm milk on the side.

“Mommy, you can eat now.” Gao Xiaobai, who was wearing his kindergarten uniform, came out with two boiled eggs.

Gao Xiaoxiao could not help but take a photo with her phone and posted it to her Weibo. The content was: ‘My precious son made a breakfast of love. How blissful.