Wanqian looked at Shen Cheng and took a few steps back, fearing he would charge at her recklessly. If that happened, the child inside her might be in danger. "Why won't you acknowledge the child in my belly? If you had, none of this would have happened today. Even if we gave away shares, our combined holdings would still be fifty percent, and we'd still be the company's largest shareholder."
"Shut your mouth! Don't try to pin your bastard child on me. I, Shen Cheng, will not raise someone else's bastard for nothing!" Shen Cheng shouted, cutting Wanqian off.
"Shen Cheng, is it really so hard for you to acknowledge this child? It's our child! Why are you so cruel? You were this cruel to my sister back then, and now you're treating me with the same cruelty?"
Listening to Shen Cheng repeatedly call the child a bastard, Wanqian's heart ached even more. As she thought of Wanyou's death, tears she could no longer hold back streamed down her face.
