Pei Zhiyao's heart trembled slightly as he wanted to say something, "This child..."
Wen Mian wanted to say "wishing you a hundred years of happiness."
But she wasn't that magnanimous.
Both of them stopped abruptly.
The words they wanted to say were choked back in their hearts.
"This child hasn't undergone a paternity test with me yet; it can't be confirmed to be mine. Today, Yan Jun reminded me that between Liang Yu and I, nothing of that sort might have happened."
Wen Mian's eyes lit up, but she dared not believe Pei Zhiyao's words.
"What do you mean?"
"That day I was dead drunk, honestly, I didn't have the capacity to have a romantic night with Liang Yu. Waking up the next morning, I didn't remember anything. In that state, could I really father a child?"
Wen Mian remained silent for a while.
It was as if two devils inside her heart kept on reminding her back and forth.
Pei Zhiyao's explanation was so sincere.
But Wen Mian didn't know how to respond.
"So..."
