"Ningning, you have to get pregnant with my son's child!"
Hearing those words, Song Ning's cheeks reddened. She immediately acted to blush with shame and shyness. "Mom," she spoke with her cheeks flushed while fidgeting in her seat nervously. "What are you talking about? H-how... how can I..."
"I know, I know," Mrs. Si happily. "Ningning, I am asking a lot from you but this is the only way for us. Please don't refuse my request. This is the only way for us."
Song Ning hesitated. "But what if...."
"Don't think about anything else," Mrs. Si interrupted her. "Don't you love my son? Don't you want to save him from that Chen Ziyue's clutches? Don't you want to marry him and be his wife?"
Song Ning looked at her knees and nodded shyly.
