Defrosting The Cold Young Master-Chapter 1959 - 1963: Cannot Lose

She feared Gu Junzhu.

She must never let Gu Junzhu know that she had stolen Ye Xingbei’s eggs and used them with another man’s sperm to have a child.

She understood Gu Junzhu.

If Gu Junzhu found out about this, she would surely not die a good death!

Ye Xingbei suppressed the anxiety in her heart, took a deep breath, and said, "What if I say no?"

She didn’t like to swear.

Especially using the people she loved to swear.

"If you say no, then our deal is off," Bai Mengluan said, "I do want money, but I want to live even more! Life is always more important than money."

"I already know you know who Xiao Shu’s biological mother is!" Ye Xingbei said through gritted teeth, "Bai Mengluan, aren’t you afraid that I’ll have you arrested and tortured for the truth?"

"I’m not afraid," Bai Mengluan laughed bitterly, "Every day now is a thousand times worse than if you arrested me and tortured me. If you really send someone to catch me, I’ll commit suicide! If I die, it’s over. You’ll never know Xiao Shu’s true parentage!"

Ye Xingbei felt so dizzy with anger, "Fine, you win! I swear I won’t tell Gu Junzhu. Can you send the account details now?"

Bai Mengluan said, "Beibei, I trust you won’t break your word. Don’t let me down."

Ye Xingbei said no more.

She didn’t want to speak anymore; she just wanted to scratch Bai Mengluan’s face!

If Bai Mengluan were standing in front of her right now, she would definitely rush over and give Bai Mengluan a good beating, no questions asked.

After hanging up on Bai Mengluan’s call, Ye Xingbei held her phone, waiting.

Waiting for Bai Mengluan to send her the account information.

Minutes passed, and her phone remained silent.

Anxiously, she called Bai Mengluan back.

The phone was turned off!

Ye Xingbei was so angry she wanted to throw the phone.

She clutched the phone tightly and slammed it against the wall several times.

Resting her forehead against the wall, the cold touch of the wall gradually cleared her chaotic mind.

A thought suddenly flashed in her mind: She desperately wanted to know who Xiao Shumiao’s biological mother was, but what then?

Was she going to help Xiao Shumiao find his biological mother?

Xiao Shumiao was so adorable; what if his biological mother took a liking to him and tried to fight her for custody?

She was just a foster mother. Xiao Shumiao’s biological mother had a blood connection with him. Once Xiao Shumiao found her, would her relationship with him become distant?

Would Xiao Shumiao prefer his biological mother, stop liking her, trusting her, depending on her, and even... even one day leave her? What would she do then?

Suddenly, the image of Xiao Shumiao holding another woman’s hand, waving goodbye to her, and turning away flashed through her mind. The thought made her heart twist in pain, her face turning pale.

She couldn’t lose Xiao Shumiao.

Though Xiao Shumiao wasn’t her biological son, they’ve depended on each other since he was in swaddling clothes.

Five years.

Over a thousand days and nights, she and Xiao Shumiao had never been apart.

Xiao Shumiao wasn’t her biological son, yet he was her lifeline. Could she really endure a stranger coming to fight her for Xiao Shumiao in the future?

The image of a stranger holding Xiao Shumiao’s hand and spitting indignantly as they argued with her over Xiao Shumiao kept flashing in her mind.