Upon closer reflection, Chu Mufeng finally tasted that something was amiss—
He, was, played!
That woman wasn't pregnant, had no child, and certainly didn't love him sincerely as she had claimed.
To his knowledge, the only woman who had ever been intimate with Gong Yeyan was that one time at the Imperial Hotel.
If the girl who called was really pregnant and wanted to use the child to coerce a rise to power, Gong Yeyan would never have been so—
Calm, relaxed, nonchalant.
No man would have a high tolerance for a strange woman who suddenly appeared and the child conceived through her schemes.
The child might not be at fault, but who could blame the mother's nefarious intentions?
Thus, even the child's existence becomes an intolerable abhorrence.
As a man himself, Chu Mufeng understood this psychology.
The pregnancy was fake, the child was invented, and once one premise collapsed, the girl's words fell like dominoes in Chu Mufeng's mind, completely overturned.
