Zhang Juan, noting that Su Guohua was somewhat swayed, stepped to his side and continued, "Husband, think about it - if Jingyu gave birth to the next heir of the Zhuo family, wouldn't our future worries be over?"
Su Guohua took another drag from his cigarette, "Zhuo Zhengxiu and his kin may not have seen Ningyan's face, but what kind of man is Zhuo Junyue? It's not so easy to deceive him."
"Dad, don't worry, Ningyan has been living with us for so many years, don't you think I know her well?"
"Exactly, husband, to my knowledge, after Zhuo Junyue got injured, he's been healing in his mountain estate where the servants rarely return to the Zhuo mansion. Think about it, if Zhuo Junyue recovers his sight, would he come back to the estate? By then, if Jingyu has a baby, everything will become easy."
To put it bluntly, even if Zhuo Junyue discovers the truth by then, it doesn't matter.
The heir to the Zhuo family is worth several billion after all.
