On the way back, Jiang Ning leaned against the carriage dozing off when suddenly the curtain was lifted, and Li Hongyuan entered.
She glanced at him and ignored him.
Li Hongyuan sat across from her, looking at her yawning, and coldly said, "Tell me, whose child is it?"
Jiang Ning stopped yawning in astonishment: "What did you say?"
"Whose child is it?"
"Isn't it yours?"
"Heh." Li Hongyuan lowered his head and chuckled, "Are you really that foolish, or do you think I am as foolish as you? Do you really think I would believe your lies?"
He moved slightly closer to her, gazing into her eyes, "That night, we did not share a bed. You know this better than I do."
Jiang Ning coughed lightly, "What about the wedding handkerchief... "
Li Hongyuan pinched her fingers tightly, "Where did the scar on this finger come from?"
"I cut it while slicing fruit."