"Oh my, Sis. Why is your belly so swollen?" Ji Jianing stepped forward, holding her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Could it… could it have been that old man's child?"

Everyone was left dumbstruck at her words.

"What old man? Jianing, explain."

"That's…" Biting her lip, Ji Jianing suddenly went on her knees. "On graduation day… I saw Sis enter a room with an old man… I—I tried to stop her, but she would not listen and even hit me."

Tears overflowing, Ji Jianing evoked sympathy. "Dad, I really wasn't trying to hide it, I really wasn't!"

"What are you talking about, Ji Jianing?! When did I hit you or enter a room with an old man?!" Ji Weixi was shaking in frustration, and would have rushed up and struck Jianing if not for the indistinct aching in her underbelly which denied her any strength.

Ever since she became a part of her family, Ji Jianing had played the part of a delicate white lotus 1 , earning points for sympathy from their parents.

"Sis, do you still not admit it?" Ji Jianing replied in a meek, tearful tone and an expression as if repenting. "That child is that old man's—I saw it with my own eyes, sister. Listen to me and abort it!"

Could it be that the child inside her really was some old man's?

Then she… and the old man…

Ji Weixi's face turned ashen.

She could not believe it!

Ji Xiangdong became even more infuriated. "You've never ceased to worry me. When would you learn to be sensible like your sister?!" 

Sensible? That was all an act.

Ji Jianing stood up with a secretly pleased gaze and dove into Mo Nanfeng 's embrace. "Nanfeng, please talk to Sis, stop her from behaving like that. She is going to destroy herself."

Mo Nanfeng himself was leveling a glare of contempt and disdain at the woman on the floor. "Ji Weixi, I've really never thought that you're such a person."

Enduring her pain, Ji Weixi shook her head wildly and tugged at the hem of his trousers lowly. "That's not true, Nanfeng—it really isn't, listen to me!"

They were childhood friends. Why was his past tenderness no longer there?

Now, Mo Nanfeng was gritting his teeth in grievance.

She would sleep with some old man and not be with him!

"When I declared my love for you, I thought that you did not give me an answer because you were being shy… but now I see you for what you are. Jianing is the purest woman who loves me the most in this world, and I regret knowing a b.i.t.c.h like you, Ji Weixi!" 

Mo Nanfeng had at once become vicious and hateful.

A b.i.t.c.h? He was actually calling her a b.i.t.c.h!

Ji Weixi felt a chill in her body as her memories of growing up with Mo Nanfeng flashed through her eyes.

So it was all a lie?

Ji Jianing calmed him. "Don't say that, Nanfeng. Sis is expecting—don't upset her."

Those words were like adding fuel to the fire.

Ashen-faced, Ji Xiangdong yelled, "Get out! You are no longer a daughter of the Ji family!"

Putting up the act of a soft-hearted stepmother, Zhou Huijie said, "No, Hubby… Weixi did not mean it—you should give her a chance."

"Yes, Daddy. Poor Sis, don't kick her out!" Ji Jianing was still playing her role and shedding crocodile tears as well.

Nonetheless, rising with great difficulty, Ji Weixi took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. "I'll leave."

Her entire body was screaming in pain, but she dug her nails into her own palm and kept herself conscious as best as she could.

As she strode outside the gates of the Ji family's house, Ji Jianing caught up to her. "Sis!"

"Don't go, Sis. I'll talk to Daddy—he definitely wouldn't want you to go! He only said all that in the heat of the moment!"

However, as she rubbed away her tears and held on to Ji Weixi, Jianing broke her façade and laughed coldly. "Ji Weixi, just die out there and never come back. By the way, I was the one who planned for that old man, but what can you do? Nanfeng now knows that you're a b.i.t.c.h."

Ji Weixi's eyes widened. She knew it was a set up by Ji Jianing.

Slap—!

No longer able to hold back, she landed a heavy slap on Ji Jianing's gleeful face.

"Ah!"

The force of the slap threw Ji Jianing to the ground. Her head hit a stone, and she fainted with a scream.

Blood flowed.

"Jianing!"

Mo Nanfeng caught up to them and smacked Ji Weixi across her face when he saw the bloodstained Ji Weining. "Go away, b.i.t.c.h! Never show up again!"

As her blood rushed to her head, all Ji Weixi could feel was a ring in her years and a bittersweet taste in her throat.

Her cheeks were completely swollen and red in paralyzing pain.

She had never suffered so deplorably.

Gritting her teeth, she went to the hospital.

She must never keep the child, or it would affect her entire life.

But what she would never have thought was…

"Miss Ji. Because your physique is special, you would have trouble conceiving if you have an abortion now."

As if struck by lightning, Ji Weixi was motionless—all the blood in her body freezing.

Looking up toward the June skies slowly, all she saw was darkness.

Meanwhile, inside Shallow Mountain Villa.

"Young Master, you mustn't go. You're hurt!"

Ignoring the others' interference, a devilishly handsome man donning a bloodstained white s.h.i.+rt got inside his car.

"Don't f.u.c.king stop me!" He cried suddenly, and jammed his foot down on the pedal.

d.a.m.n it.

That woman was pregnant with his child.

He must find her!

The sports car sped out. Ink-dark eyes stared tightly ahead, but as blood seeped out of wounds, his consciousness faded. 

As he wrinkled his brow, suddenly, there was only darkness in front of him.

Bang—

The car crashed heavily into a tree. Smoke billowed, and blood overflowed as if a river.