Hong Mingyue's belly was only a little over a month pregnant, and it didn't show; her figure was still graceful, and her appearance was still beautiful and alluring.
Even more so, her tearful appearance could melt a man's iron-clad heart into tenderness.
Yet, Xi Jiuye didn't have a hint of pity.
What he loathed most was being deceived by others.
Back then, when Ye Lingyue concealed the identity of being the daughter of an enemy, he was furious beyond words.
And Hong Mingyue actually hid from him the existence of his own flesh and blood; she was even more detestable than Ye Lingyue.
Both were pregnant women, but if Xi Jiuye had some expectations for the divine heir in Lan Chuchu's belly, he had no excitement at all for the one in Hong Mingyue's belly.
