The words that followed, Ji Meishu did not utter.
Zhao Li stared at her in a daze.
For a moment, Zhao Li felt that his affection for Ji Meishu was not because of her wealth.
It was because he and Ji Meishu were cut from the same cloth.
They both were ruthless, willing to resort to any means necessary to get what they wanted, reveling in the process of being victorious.
Seeing such a Ji Meishu, Zhao Li pressed her back down onto the bed.
But before they could start another round of lovemaking, Ji Meishu's stomach suddenly churned uncomfortably.
She pushed Zhao Li away and leaned over the edge of the bed to vomit.
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In the hospital, Ji Meishu held the test results, her face dark the entire time.
Zhao Li followed closely out of the lab, anxiously asking, "What's the result?"
Ji Meishu glanced at him, "I'm pregnant."
This news was like a bolt from the blue for Zhao Li.
Zhao Li hurriedly asked, "Whose is it?"
This question, Ji Meishu had also been pondering.
