Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Then, I watched as all eight ex-boyfriends looked like they had just swallowed a fly.

Good. This felt right.

Jiang Weichuan’s face was filled with disgust, looking at me as if I were a lunatic.

“You want me to be your backup? You think you’re worthy?”

Xu Moran’s tone was ice-cold. “You’ve played the body double for so long that you actually think you’re the real deal. I’m warning you, don’t try your little tricks on me.”

Everything was going perfectly.

Until a traitor emerged from among them.

Han Ziqi tilted his chin up, speaking with an air of charity. “You begged me before, saying you wanted to stay by my side forever. Fine, I’ll agree to it now. As long as you break things off with them, I can let bygones be bygones.”

As soon as he spoke, everyone turned to glare at Han Ziqi.

They looked ready to gang up on him.

However, Boyfriend No. 5-the craziest of them all-had a completely different train of thought.

His way of focusing on the ‘important’ details was quite novel.

He looked like he had been struck by lightning.

“You’re pregnant? Which bastard is the father?”

Having said that, his eyes turned red as he scanned the room.

With that ‘catching a cheater’ expression on his face, he looked at everyone as if they were the father.

Finally, he seemed to realize something.

He pointed at Han Ziqi, gritting his teeth in fury. “Is it his?”

Han Ziqi pointed at himself, then looked at me, completely stunned.

The next moment, everyone was gnashing their teeth, staring at Han Ziqi like a pack of hungry wolves.

War was about to break out.

Boyfriend No. 5 was the first to rush forward and throw a punch.

Han Ziqi cried out in pain, “Are you insane?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Xu Moran landed another punch on him.

After that, Han Ziqi really did end up getting jumped by the group.

While he was busy taking a beating, I took the opportunity to slip away.

After that day, the eight ex-boyfriends tossed and turned, unable to sleep a wink.

In the end, they couldn’t help but call me, angrily demanding to know whose child it actually was.

I was speechless. Are they sick? There is no child!

So, I gave them all the same grumbling reply: “Your father’s.”

Then, I cleanly and efficiently swapped out my SIM card.