"It wasn't me," He Yirong denied calmly. "I haven't had the chance to ask Yizheng yet, but… it's most likely his doing. Even so, the fact remains that woman is pregnant, and it's a fact she's carrying your child."
He Jingyao pondered for a long time before he suddenly let out a cold laugh, "He Yizheng…"
"Yizheng… I will teach him a lesson," He Yirong said indifferently. "Right now, what you need to consider is what to do with La Jiao and the child in her womb."
"Abort it, of course," He Jingyao replied detachedly. "I have Xiaobao now, and Zhixi is carrying another one. I don't need some inexplicable woman to bear my children. Besides, that child may not even be mine. The genetic material from over a decade ago may have lost its vitality—who knows how she got pregnant?"
"The culture fluid prepared by your grandfather and stored in liquid nitrogen was designed to ensure vitality," He Yirong insisted calmly. "If it is indeed your child, then you can't just cast it aside."
