These are the best proofs of my pregnancy

  Shang Shang really didn't know that Yan Mu Yao would return home today.

  But will this...

  Her heart was racing and her mind went blank, unable to think of a way to respond.

  "Girl, you get up first." Yan Jinsheng took a sip of the tea in his cup, with a benevolent and deeply calculating expression, "If you keep kneeling like this, what if it hurts the child..."

  It seems like there's something being implied.

  The implication is that if the child 'disappears', wouldn't it be impossible to refuse the engagement afterwards?

  "Grandpa..." Shang Shang was about to cry.

  Zhao Qinghe sensed something was amiss and her face fell. "Shang Shang, now that you've grown wings at home this year, do you think we're not good enough for you?"

  She said this and immediately lost all opportunity for leniency by confessing everything.

  "Auntie, I..."

  "Old master and mistress, the second young master has arrived!"

  Two voices sounded at the same time, and the conversation was cut off halfway through.

  As he spoke, the villa door was already wide open, the car had stopped, and a series of luggage wheels rolling sounds came from outside, followed by a string of steady footsteps.

  Gradually approaching, oppressive and making one's heart anxious.

  That string of footsteps was like a heavy crush on her heart, bringing back the memories of that night. He hated her and didn't even have time to spare, let alone help her, and she couldn't even dare to hope for it.

  The footsteps stopped, and the living room was suddenly silent.

  A pair of hands grasped the hem of the garment and pulled it down so hard that it was almost deformed.

  This also can't help but look up.

  Not far away, the man's perfect and elegant face appeared in the light, wearing a simple light gray suit, easily becoming the focus of the living room. He glanced around and said, "Dad, Mom, older brother."

  Consider it as asking after your well-being.

  It's been more than two months since we last met, without even a hint of small talk, polite yet distant.

  "Have you had dinner?" Shen Tinghe asked as she stood up.

  "Yeah, I ate something on the plane." As he spoke, his gaze swept over the person kneeling on the ground without stopping for a moment. "I'm a bit tired, I'll go upstairs first."

  His eyes were cold and detached, taking in everything around him with a calculating gaze.

  A heart thoroughly fell to the bottom of the valley.

  "Wait a minute." Yan Jinsheng spoke up in time, "Shang Yaotou said she's pregnant, take a look for her."

  Nian Mu Yao's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, his gaze falling on her once again, his eyebrows furrowed in concern. His voice suddenly turned cold, like a layer of frost had formed, "You're pregnant?"

  The merchant's breathing was stifled, his teeth clenched so tightly that only a thin layer of pale white lips remained.

  "Speak, Fu Shang."

  "I..."

  He didn't want to lie to him, but he couldn't tell the truth in front of everyone.

  He was running out of patience, she was in a silent gear, and his footsteps had already taken off.

  The merchant only felt a thick and heavy shadow cast before his eyes, and when he looked up, he was already standing one step away from her, stretching out his right hand, commanding in a low voice, "Give me your wrist."

  In front of him, the hand he stretched out was slender and bony, with even the slightly curved joints exuding elegance.

  She had fantasized countless times about holding that hand, but in reality, this was the only way she could feel the temperature of his palm.

  Unfortunately, at this moment she was kneeling humbly here, but the hand he stretched out was not to help her up.

  Hui Shen, Shang Shang handed over a stack of examination reports with a forced smile, "Young uncle, these are the best proof of my pregnancy."