Mr. Ding looked at the devastated Meng Da, unable to utter a word of comfort.
At this moment, Ding Chen Tai suddenly spoke, "Her surname is Ding, I will marry her."
When Ding Chen Tai said this, not only were Mr. Ding and Meng Da shocked, but even Wen Jiaren was shocked. Meng Jingyi was already dead; was he going to marry a corpse?
Ding Chen Tai's voice was hoarse as he said, "She carries my flesh and blood in her womb, so naturally, she is my wife."
In life, I couldn't give her what she wanted. In death, I can't let her and our child wander without a resting place.
Meng Da was obviously moved, and Xiao Heng, who had been silent all this time, said coldly, "You're dreaming, Ding Chen Tai, remember this: the child was unwanted by you, and it was your indirect actions that killed her. Why, after her death, should her name be marked with your surname? Do you have the right?"
