"If it's not my son, why should I give birth to him? Wouldn't it be better to just let him die now? Or, after giving birth, I just strangle him to death. Zhou Liang, what do you think of that idea? Hmm?"
"You ——"
Zhou Liang never expected Liu Yushui to be so heartless.
What's in her belly is her own flesh and blood, her own son to be given birth after ten months of pregnancy, she could actually utter words of wanting to strangle her own son.
"Don't be impulsive, please don't do something rash."
"Impulsive? Why would I be?"
Liu Yushui chuckled lightly, stroking her belly.
"Zhou Liang, tell your bitch of a mother that if she wants this child for your family, bring me five hundred taels of silver now, I want to see the silver by tomorrow, or else, without taking any abortion potion, just by bumping my belly against the corner of the table, this child might be gone!"
"You ..."
Zhou Liang opened his mouth, but could say nothing.
