Huh?
Mr. Han, Mrs. Han, and Han Zishi were all staring at him, speechless.
Han Yingying was even more confused, and felt like crying.
Realizing that his behavior might have been inappropriate, Shen Mosheng withdrew his hand, letting it hang by his side, his middle finger brushing against the seam of his trousers, and his body bent at a ninety-degree angle as he bowed.
"I've wronged Yingying, and I'm willing to accept any punishment. I'll bear the consequences on her behalf as well."
It took a while for Mrs. Han to come around, and she asked incredulously, "Wait, are you saying you're the one who, no, got Yingying pregnant?"
"Yes."
"My good daughter, you've dishonored her and now she's carrying your child, what do you plan to do? Is an apology enough?"
Mrs. Han was confrontational, as if she wouldn't let Shen Mosheng off unless she got a satisfactory answer, ready to make him regret his actions.
Fearlessly meeting her gaze, Shen Mosheng said, "Tomorrow I will formally propose marriage, and as soon as her parents agree, I'll marry her immediately."
"What if we don't agree?"
"I'll propose every day until you agree."
"What about the child?"
"We'll have the baby."
"What if Yingying doesn't want to have the baby? Will you still not marry her?"
Without any hesitation, Shen Mosheng replied, "I'll marry her regardless."
"All right, all right, that's settled then. I'll call the mother-in-law right now to choose a good day and get the marriage arranged."
The previously critical Mrs. Han immediately beamed with joy and ran off.
Shen Mosheng was one in a million, and she had long set her eyes on him!
"Hmm, I'll go and discuss with old friends about whom to invite to the wedding banquet."
Mr. Han also left happily, clearly very satisfied with his prospective son-in-law.
"I'm leaving my only precious sister in your care, if you ever wrong her, I... can't really do much to you."
Han Zishi patted Shen Mosheng on the shoulder and walked away with full awareness of his own limitations.
Only Shen Mosheng and Han Yingying were left in the room, staring at each other.
After a long time, Han Yingying finally recovered from the shock and asked incredulously, "Shen Mosheng, what have you done?"
Shen Mosheng answered truthfully, "I admitted my mistake."
"You... you..." Han Yingying was going crazy.
She couldn't even argue!
"You're pregnant, you shouldn't get too agitated," Shen Mosheng said as he picked her up horizontally and placed her on the bed.
He hesitated briefly, then pulled the blanket over her stomach.
Then he nodded, sat down beside her, legs naturally apart, hands resting on his knees, staring unwaveringly... at her stomach.
Han Yingying: ...
Did he think it was like hatching eggs, needing to be kept warm?
And in the middle of summer no less...
No, that's not even the main issue!
Throwing off the blanket, Han Yingying glared at Shen Mosheng angrily, "Don't try to distract me, didn't you promise to forget that night and not propose marriage?"
Shen Mosheng's expression was solemn as he seemed to be seriously contemplating, then he spoke slowly, "I'll arrange a hotel and propose there."
This way, it wouldn't count as proposing at her home.
"That's not the point!" Han Yingying was going crazy.
What kind of logic did this man have?
Shen Mosheng didn't understand, "Huh?"
Han Yingying was furious, "I've told you, I won't marry you."
"You're carrying my child."
"I will abort."
"That's bad, it harms the body."
"That's my concern."
"The child is mine too."
"Then you have it!"
Shen Mosheng looked at her, silent, his gaze dark and inexplicably chilling.
Thinking he was angry and about to lose his temper, Han Yingying felt a bit uneasy.
Yet, Shen Mosheng simply took out his phone and made a call.
Just as Han Yingying wondered what he was up to, he suddenly spoke, using a deep and pleasant voice, seriously asking an absurd question.
"With current medical conditions, what's the feasibility of a man having a baby?"