"Maybe I've just gone crazy!"
Lü Bijun pinched her palm and asked tentatively, "I wonder what kind of wife you'll marry in the future."
He Ziqian shook his head. "I don't know. A well-bred young lady from a good family, perhaps?"
Hearing this, Lü Bijun's last glimmer of hope died.
She looked up at He Ziqian.
"I'm getting married next month. I won't be inviting you. I figure you wouldn't want to come to such a minor event anyway. We shouldn't see each other for the time being. I'm afraid someone will find out."
"Alright."
They shared an unspoken understanding. This sort of thing couldn't see the light of day.
「One month later, at Beijing Hospital.」
"You're pregnant. It's been almost two months."
Lü Bijun didn't hear a word the doctor said after that. Only one sentence echoed in her mind: 'You're pregnant. Almost two months.'
'How could I be pregnant?'
Lü Bijun always took a pill afterward. Her wedding was tomorrow, and now she was pregnant with another man's child.
