Gu Jihu had been dreading this moment. He could feel every pair of eyes at the table fixed on him, waiting.
His palms were slick with sweat, his throat dry. He knew that if he didn't explain himself properly, he might not leave this dinner in one piece.
And worse, he might not get to see his wife for the next nine months.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to speak. "It wasn't… what you all think. Jasmine and I... we didn't plan for things to happen this way. We reconciled slowly, and… over time, feelings came back. In the end, she conceived."
His words fell into the room like a thunderclap.
Silence followed, heavy, suffocating silence.
Even the Gu family, known for their influence and boldness, didn't dare speak first.
They all glanced at Long Yifan, gauging his expression. He was quiet, too quiet, his jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the table.
Gu Jihu silently waited for the verdict.
