Chapter 689: Yimo, Don’t Cry

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Song Yangzhu hadn't expected the first news upon her arrival to be Ye Mo's wedding, especially learning it from his sister. Her mind went blank; she was lost.

Though she knew Ning Qingxue was Ye Mo's fiancée, a sense of displacement washed over her. She felt like an extra. Her talent had led the Song family to send her to the Heaven Squad, making her a pawn in their games. Then, her master left without a word.

When the Song family fortune was divided, no one remembered her. No one offered help, not even a greeting. Yet, she hadn't dwelled on it.

While the Song family sought no revenge, she endured hardship, competing in the hidden sects tournament to avenge them. That night, in the tomb, she nearly died.

More tragically, she lost her virginity to the enemy she sought to kill. After becoming pregnant with Momo and giving birth, she found a new purpose.

She forgot the Song family conflict and Ye Mo, focusing solely on him. She often reminisced about their time together.

But it was all a dream.

Ye Ling noticed Song Yangzhu’s trembling and rushed to help. “Big Sister, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Song Yangzhu shook her head. “I’m fine, just tired. I should go.”

“Hmm, Xiao Ling, this girl’s eyes look like Brother’s, haha!” Tang Beiwei exclaimed, noticing the resemblance.

Ye Ling agreed joyfully. “They really do! If Brother were carrying this kid, I’d think it was his.”

“Brother should be having one soon too, maybe next year?” Tang Beiwei added.

“This little girl is really cute, though. Here, big sister will give you this.” Ye Ling offered her bracelet.

Song Yangzhu refused quickly. “We can’t accept that, we just met.”

Ye Ling insisted. “Sister, I really like this kid. Her eyes really look like my brother’s. My brother gave me this bracelet.”

Song Yangzhu accepted the gift with a thank you.

Tang Beiwei was about to ask the girl’s name when her phone rang. They quickly bid farewell.

Song Yangzhu stood silently for a long time, then sat on the roadside with her daughter. She had searched for Ye Mo for months; was this the outcome? Could she ruin his wedding?

Did Ye Mo owe her anything? Despite their conflict, he had saved her more than once.

Night fell, calming Song Yangzhu. She touched the luminous pearl in her bag—Ye Mo’s only remaining gift. Though she wanted to leave Luo Yue City, she also yearned to see Ye Mo again, or at least let her daughter see her father.

“Perhaps he never would’ve thought he already had a daughter.” Song Yangzhu laughed, walking to a nearby hotel.

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New Year’s Day saw Luo Yue City draped in festive colors. To thank Ye Mo, its founder, City Lord Xu Yuehua would serve as bridesmaid, parading with the two beautiful brides.

Ning Qingxue’s dream was realized: to wear a bridal veil and walk with her beloved.

The main street bustled. People heard of two beautiful brides and a handsome groom.

The cheers and applause filled Ye Mo with pride. He had built this, for Qingxue; the city named after Luo Ying.

Luo Ying and Ning Qingxue leaned contentedly on Ye Mo as the limousine carried them to Luo Yue Lake. Their happiness was indescribable.

They preferred a low profile, but with their husband, why not celebrate? This was their city, their future home—peaceful, calm, and beautiful.

Meanwhile, Song Yangzhu watched from the crowd, holding her daughter. Seeing Ye Mo with his two brides, she felt like crying. He had married two beautiful women, but not her.

She had seen Ning Qingxue before, but she was even more beautiful in her white wedding gown, a heavenly goddess radiating happiness and pride, her hand clasped tightly in Ye Mo’s.

The other woman was equally stunning; surpassing the term 'goddess.' In her white gown, she was breathtaking. Her calm, soft smile showed her devotion to Ye Mo.

As if sensing Song Yangzhu’s gaze, the woman looked at her. Song Yangzhu quickly looked down, feeling deeply insecure, like an ugly duckling.

Tears welled, falling onto her daughter’s face and mouth. The salty taste made the little girl cry. Song Yangzhu wiped her tears, trying to calm her.

But Momo cried harder. “Don’t cry, Momo, don’t cry,” Song Yangzhu pleaded.

The crying continued.

“Momo—Yimo, if you keep crying, mommy will leave you here,” she threatened, fearing disturbing others.

But the threat worsened the crying. Softening her voice, she said, “Yimo, don’t cry, mommy will take you home.”

More tears fell, prompting more cries from her daughter. Finally, the annoyed crowd urged her to leave.