One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire’s Sweet Love

“…”

Meng Qingxue looked at him in surprise, only to see that Mu Yanchen’s face was ice-cold. Unlike his earlier gentleness and warmth, he now exuded an unfamiliarly hostile aura.

Now that she was pregnant, he would agree to anything she said. Regardless of whether he needed to coax or lie to her, he must never let her feel infurirated.

However, if she compared him to Mu Yazhe, his ego would suffer a severe blow.

Ever since he was a child, everyone compared him the most to Mu Yazhe.

He had heard the name ‘Mu Yazhe’ so many times that his ears were almost going deaf!

It was as if that name was shrouded in a halo, making Mu Yazhe seem like a high and mighty deity that was out of his reach!

Some people liked Mu Yazhe were born with great potential, destined to be exceptional.

Yet, for some others like himself, they were born without any talents. Even if they worked harder later on, it was impossible to surpass those natural talents.

Although he had tried his best, he could not catch up to that man!

She should never, ever compare him with that man!

It did not make much difference who compared him to Mu Yazhe.

Yet, it had to be her.

It had to be the person closest to him!

“Since you think that Mu Yazhe is better, why did you choose me?”

Turning pale, Meng Qingxue was at a loss for words.

“Qingxue, do you know why I want to marry Song Enya?”

Mu Yanchen devilishly smirked and enunciated each and every word, “Because only the Song family’s influence can help me! I just got promoted, so I don’t have a strong foothold in the company. Only through a marriage alliance can I increase my power. Do you understand?”

Unable to bear it any longer, Meng Qingxue rebuked, “Are these so-called power, status, and wealth really that important?”

“Power, status and wealth? Do you think they’re unimportant?”

Mu Yanchen coldly laughed as he spat, “Do you remember how much I paid for the breach of contract between you and the model company you signed with back then?”

Meng Qingxue’s lips trembled. “Three… Three hundred thousand…”

“What I didn’t tell you is that the CEO of the modeling agency raised the price to two million before he was willing to let you go! If I hadn’t used some tricks to pressure him, do you think you would’ve left just by paying a meagre three hundred thousand? Do you remember the man you offended at the bar?”

Still in a daze, Meng Qingxue tried to recall.

Yes.

When she had accompanied Mu Yancheng to the bar, a middle-aged man happened to be sitting in the adjacent private suite. When Mu Yancheng had to leave to socialize with the rest, that man took the opportunity to take advantage of her while she was drunk.

In her fury, she had forcefully slapped him twice, perforating his eardrums. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect him to actually be the senior executive of a certain company. Enraged, he threatened to teach her a lesson.

“In the end, I had to do something to suppress him! If I had no power or influence, what would happen to you? You’d still be tied to the modeling agency and sold to those old and fat men for a high price!”

Meng Qingxue’s shoulders trembled violently.

Mu Yanchen’s expression turned livid again. “Yet, you’re questioning me about how important wealth is? If I weren’t Mu Yancheng and I didn’t have such wealth, how would you pay for your friend’s surgery expenses? Can you conjure the money to raise your child, to pay for baby food and sustain yourself while you go on maternal leave? Will you really have a place to stay in such a huge city? Hah! Stop joking around!”

Meng Qingxue was stunned again, unable to rebuke him at all.