Su Wanwan knelt on the marble floor of the living room of Fu's villa, her knees so numb that she lost consciousness. She held a pregnancy test sheet tightly in her hand - two bright red lines, like two blood stains, stung her eyes.
"I have said it for the third time, Han Shen is not at home." Lin Yuqing sat elegantly on the leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine in her hand, with a faint smile on her lips, "Su Wanwan, can you be a little self-aware? Han Shen loves me. Now that I am back, you should get out."
"Miss Lin..." Su Wanwan bit her lower lip, "I just want to see Han Shen and tell him about my pregnancy..."
"Pregnant?" Lin Yuqing sneered, walked up to Su Wanwan on ten-centimetre high heels, and looked at her condescendingly, "Are you worthy of carrying Han Shen's child? You're just a stand-in who climbed into bed with your own tricks. Do you really think of yourself as Mrs. Fu?"
Su Wanwan's body trembled violently.
