Mrs. Yue opened her eyes and glared at Yan Qingsi's stomach.
Yan Qingsi despised the way Mrs. Yue looked down on her, which was why she made up the baby story. She thought that doing so would provoke Mrs. Yue.
The opposite occurred, for the old lady saw through the ruse instantly.
Yan Qingsi said, "Just move over, Old Lady. I'll continue to stay put if you don't move."
Mrs. Yue's stared at her with a convoluted expression. "You, you…"
Yan Qingsi shook her head. Yue Tingfeng's mother was vastly different from what Yan Qingsi had originally imagined her to be.
Yan Qingsi opened the door and walked out.
Mrs. Yue tiptoed and watched as Yan Qingsi walked away. As all traces of her disappeared, Mrs. Yue's face tensed up. "What if she really does have his child?"
…
Coming out of Yue Tingfeng's home, Yan Qingsi looked at the time and saw that it was already one in the afternoon. She was surprised that she slept for so long.