Cheng Xining couldn't keep a composed expression any longer, "You heard everything?"
"What do you think?"
Sometimes Ruan Yiqian couldn't understand it—though the Cheng Family wasn't exactly a high-profile family, they were well-off, and Cheng Xining had been spoiled by a crowd of elders since childhood. How could she have turned out to be like this today?
Cheng Xining felt as embarrassed as if she had been stripped naked and thrown onto the street. Clenching her teeth, she said, "Since you've heard it, I won't hide it from you anymore. I am pregnant. It's not certain who the father of the child is at the moment, but I think it's Su Gen."
Her tone paused, and then she added, "Brother Yiqian, you will not help me again in the future, nor will you spoil me as when I was little. Now you have your own sister, and you look down on everything I do. So just pretend you don't have a sister like me! I have let you down."
