With a bitter smile, Xia He shook her head. She knew already that Gu Zechuan will never believe her no matter how hard she tried to explain it to him.
Xia He said, "Never mind. I don’t want to explain anymore. I know that no matter what I say, in the end, you still won’t believe me anyway. The only thing I can say is that, all that I have said is the truth. Yang Qinglian is lying to you in your face, that child of hers isn’t yours. You can choose to believe it, or you can choose not to. Do whatever you will, however you will. I’m tired."
Leaving these words behind, Xia He went up to her own room upstairs and locked herself in. She didn’t come out again for the entire night.
In the coming days, Yang Qinglian and her mother lived squarely in Xia He’s villa, as if they have every right to be in it. And every time she saw Gu Zechuan, he was always by Yang Qinglian’s side, and never once spared even an eye for Xia He.
Time go by day by day, and Xia He’s belly grew larger and larger, but her health also visibly deteriorated with each passing day. Her body became thinner and thinner until she was little more than skin and bones, and her already pale face became even paler. But, not her belly, it was the only part of her that she had managed to protect, that still remained healthy.
When Xia He was seven months into pregnancy, Yang Qinglian and her mother finally reached the limit of their patience.