Gu Xiyao's face stiffened. She stared at Ji Qing's vicious expression, chin jutting out, and said loudly, “Ji Qing, of course my child is Qin Shangyu's!”
That night, she was so drunk she passed out. When she woke the next morning, the man was long gone.
She had always thought it was Qin Shangyu.
Gu Xiyao's face turned deathly pale. She stared in disbelief at the photo of a leering face covered in scars. His yellow teeth looked as though they had never been brushed, making her so nauseous she wanted to throw up.
In the hospital room, a trace of awkwardness crossed Rong Bai's handsome face as he looked at the woman sleeping in the bed, still restless even in her dreams. “I wasn't slept with by some strange man, I wasn't!”
A strange man?
Was she talking about him?
Rong Bai looked at the hand gripping his tightly and narrowed his dark eyes. A dangerous air seeped from his gaze.
