Yuan Liang sneered coldly, "My dear wife, it's because I love you too much and can't bear to divorce you that I had to resort to such desperate measures."
He stood up and moved towards Ming Ying, pretending to be affectionate and trying to caress her face. Ming Ying found it utterly disgusting and slapped his hand away.
Yuan Liang didn't mind, shaking his hand off casually. Seeing her pale face and rapid breathing, he finally showed a hint of concern, "Dear wife, you are close to giving birth. You must take care of yourself."
Her belly was already seven months big.
But Ming Ying, fearing he might harm her, had been wary and guarded, not allowing him any chance to make a move. Remembering Chong Jiu's warnings, he couldn't help but feel anxious.
Seeing his worried face, Ming Ying couldn't guess what he was planning, "I've already consulted a fortune teller. This child is another daughter, Yuan Liang. You're wasting your efforts."