Seeing her silence, Zhen Shuangyan became anxious, the unease in her heart gradually intensified.
The worst possible scenario had emerged, and Xiaoyue's reaction, to her, was the most terrifying choice.
"Xiaoyue, even if your aunt pleads with you, listen to me on this matter, okay?" Zhen Shuangyan's gaze fearfully lowered, finally landing on Xia Yueqing's flat abdomen.
No, she couldn't give birth to Yiting's child, and this marriage shouldn't continue either!
Xia Yueqing's doubts grew ever more numerous, and just as Zhen Shuangyan was frantic, she finally opened her mouth and told Zhen Shuangyan the truth.
"Aunt, you misunderstood. I'm not pregnant at all." Xia Yueqing spoke calmly.
In fact, her heart was nowhere as calm as her face, on the contrary, the tumultuous emotions inside forced her to use such a façade to disguise herself.
Zhen Shuangyan's expression stiffened, as if surprised yet disbelieving. "Really? Xiaoyue, you didn't lie to me?"
No wonder she thought so.
