Every word from Leng Junsan cut deep, stabbing into Shu Qiqi's heart and causing her indescribable pain.
She had not expected Leng Junsan to be aware of the matter, but she wondered if he knew that the child in her womb was Leng Yize's.
Seeing her silent, Leng Junsan added, "Marrying you was the old lady's wish. Yichen, that boy, agreed out of filial piety. If I had been in the country, this marriage would not have happened."
"Sorry, but all this seems irrelevant to me. Mr. Leng has no reason to blame me."
"I heard Yichen has a woman outside, and that woman is carrying Yichen's child?"
Shu Qiqi felt it was almost laughable, since when had Leng Junsan cared so much about his younger son?
"You should not be asking me this question, you should ask your son. Mr. Leng, I apologize, but my injuries are severe and I need to rest. Please leave."
The man frowned, not expecting this woman to be so ungrateful.