His tone was gentle, yet it sent chills through her.
He hadn't appeared this week, and Mianmian hadn't come over either. She thought he had given up on this, but unexpectedly...
He spent these days gathering evidence.
Wu Jing looked at him, "What... do you want?"
Cheng Xinghe gazed at her and said, "Is this the first thing you want to ask after learning your identity?"
Wu Jing paused for a moment.
Cheng Xinghe said, "You should believe by now that you are my wife, right?"
She should at least have some reaction, shouldn't she?
Wu Jing tightened her grip on the pen in her hand, a fleeting moment of unease.
She said to Cheng Xinghe, "I am with Qin Lang now, and moreover..."
"You even have a child!" Cheng Xinghe completed her sentence.
Wu Jing stared at him, "You know!"
"..." If he didn't know, he wouldn't have prepared all this.
Cheng Xinghe said, "What, even knowing your identity, you can't bear to leave Qin Lang?"
"..." Wu Jing lowered her head, "I don't remember you."
