Upon hearing her father-in-law say this, Song Yueqin felt a sudden pang in her heart. Could it be that he knew she was carrying another man's child?
She hastily dressed herself, tidied her hair, and went to open the door.
"Dad, whatever you want to say, just say it at the door."
Qin Fen had been cuckolded by Song Yueqin more than once, leaving not a speck of honor on the Qin family's name.
As the head of the household, he was naturally furious, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he had decided to endure.
Yet, although he was holding back, Song Yueqin clearly didn't appreciate his efforts, even blocking him outside the door: "Fine. Since you said to talk here, I'll respect your wishes and speak at the door. Obviously, if you're not afraid of losing face, I'm not afraid either. I'll ask you, whose bastard is in your belly?"
Upon hearing this question, Yueqin's face turned deathly pale in an instant: "Dad, what are you talking about? How could you accuse someone like this?"
