"Who is your wife? Who is your son?" Jiayin glared at him.
Ye Wuge replied smoothly, "You are my wife, he is my son."
"Bastard, when did I agree to be your wife? Besides, I've already told you, the child in my belly has nothing to do with you."
Jiayin raised her hand to slap his hand away and turned to hit him.
Her belly was already large, and her body was hard to move. With such a sudden turn, only her head turned, "Ah," and her neck got twisted.
Ye Wuge hurriedly reached out to massage her neck, joking while doing so, "If it's not mine, whose is it? There, there, no more fussing, go to sleep, staying up late isn't good for your health."
Even he didn't expect that on the night An Ziqi got married, he took action while drunk and hit bullseye.
He truly was a genius, even the heavens were helping him.
This child was the best gift given to him by heaven.
Jiayin, holding her aching neck, gritted her teeth, "Fine, I'll tell you, the child is Mo Qingyu's. Happy now?"
