She Became Rich After Divorce

Chapter 678: Is this Yvonne's Daughter?

In the freezing December of Onistead, the city felt like an enormous ice cellar. After the snow melted, the temperature dropped sharply, and ice crystals could be seen everywhere on the tree leaves by the roadside.

In such bone-chilling weather, Cheyenne was forced to go outside. Worried about her getting cold, Yvonne had specially bought her a pair of essential winter pants for people from the north, along with a thick cotton jacket. The style was plain and ordinary, but it excelled in warmth.

She put on a military green coat, tucked her bare hands into the sleeves, and clasped them together. Her fair face, with its almond-shaped eyes, creased slightly, and she shrank her neck into the collar. Yvonne styled two small braids for her, and as her fingers glided through Cheyenne's thick hair, a faint scent of orchids lingered in the air.

Standing behind the girl with a horn comb in her hand, Yvonne couldn't help but gaze affectionately at the strands of hair in her palm. Her heart felt as tender as these strands, unbelievably soft.

"In my youth, young girls would always keep braids. If someone had beautifully braided hair, everyone would steal a few more glances."

Cheyenne sat quietly on a chair, calmly gazing at her reflection in the mirror. Her lips couldn't help but twitch slightly. This... was quite different from her usual image.

"Cheyenne, your hair looks really nice, but... is your belly getting bigger? Have you been eating a bit too much recently? That's why you are a bit... plumper than before."

Her belly had grown bigger? Upon hearing this, Cheyenne immediately lowered her head. Her obscure gaze fell on her slightly protruding abdomen. With a subtle smile on her red lips, she answered her question with contentment.

"Yes, it's four months old."

"What!"

Yvonne's face showed a mix of shock and confusion. Her gaze remained fixed ahead, and it took several seconds for her to recover from this sudden blow. Her eyes locked onto Cheyenne's belly, almost as if she wanted to tear her clothes apart and examine it closely.

"You... you're pregnant?"

Cheyenne looked at her with innocent, shimmering eyes, filled with a hint of a smile. "Yes."

"You silly girl, why didn't you tell me? If I had known you were pregnant, I wouldn't have let you work so hard. By the way, who is the father of the child?"

In the last sentence, an inexplicable undertone of resentment crept in. In the mirror, Yvonne's pupils were involuntarily contracting, and her brows furrowed tightly.

She was angry. Cheyenne thought.

Can Yvonne not be angry? How could Cheyenne keep such a big thing as her pregnancy a secret and run around tirelessly every day? How could the child develop properly like this?

"No, Cheyenne, starting from today, you can't work so hard anymore. If there's anything you need, just tell us directly."

"You're too thin. This doesn't look like a four-month pregnant belly. I'll have the kitchen cook chicken soup for you every day."

"And those high heels and cosmetics, stop using them. You have natural beauty, even without makeup."

She rambled on and on, leaving Cheyenne somewhat amused and bewildered. It was just a human baby growing inside her, not some life-threatening illness. It didn't mean she couldn't do anything at all. Fearful that Yvonne might lock her indoors and not allow her to leave, Cheyenne quickly stood up from her seat and reached out her fair, delicate hand to hold onto her arm.

"We're running out of time."

At her words, Yvonne glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing that the hour hand had unknowingly reached nine o'clock. It was getting late, and she still had to go to school today.

"Let's go."

Onistead University, Chulae's oldest and most prestigious institution, was renowned for its top-notch education and excellent faculty. It boasted the best educational resources in the country, attracting exceptional students from all over.

Frequently, influential figures from

politics and business would come here to deliver speeches or lectures. Today, Yvorine was invited as an

external expert to provide anne

on diplomatic etiquette to

students of the Foreign Language School. Bringing Cheyenne along, it was her way of introducing her to the campus.

As they stepped onto the campus, they were immediately enveloped by the vibrant atmosphere of youth and intellectualism that exuded the charm of a century-old institution. Due to the upcoming final exams, one could see people studying

everywhere, braving the coldBelongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

weather without budging from their

spots.

Everyone recognized Yvonne, and as soon as they caught sight of her, they excitedly stood up and respectfully greeted her.

"Yvonne!"

"Oh my goodness, it's really Yvonne! Could you please give us an autograph?"

Her fearless translation during the Angres Conference with the Metshire President had ignited the passion of countless nationals, showcasing the might of Chulae. She was truly the deserving goddess.

It had been a while since she had set foot on campus, and she had thought her fame might have waned to some extent. However, the enthusiasm of the students surprised her. Overwhelmed by their warmth, Yvonne reluctantly halted to give each student an autograph.

As a result, she found herself surrounded by a chaotic crowd, unable to move an inch. Cheyenne, observing the scene with a slight raise of her eyebrows, stood by with a smile, crossing her arms and watching the spectacle unfold.

It seemed that Yvonne was still highly regarded and welcomed by these students.

As Yvonne's gaze swept across the crowd, some students naturally noticed the young and beautiful girl by her side. She was truly stunning, with a cherry-red mouth that was vibrant and enticing. Below her delicately arched eyebrows, her slender and graceful nose perfectly complemented her bright and captivating eyes, drawing people in.

Even though she was wearing a rather plain green military coat, she still radiated a dazzling brightness, standing out from the crowd.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know, but she's really good-looking, just my type."

Everyone was quietly speculating, wondering if she could be Yvonne's daughter. Because when the two of them stood together, the warm and affectionate scene resembled that of a mother and daughter. "No, she's not Yvonne's daughter."

"Did you all forget that Yvonne has never been married?"

"She could be a distant relative. She's so beautiful, I wonder if she has a boyfriend."

The whispers continued among the students, curious to know more about the captivating girl standing next to Yvonne.