"Is Ye Qianqian's child the flesh and blood of the Ye Family, but mine is not?"
Seeing her own adorable son scorned by his own grandfather, and then looking at Ye Qianqian, whose belly was still flat and who was being protectively doted on, Ye Nuanxi's heart instantly turned to ice. "Ye Zhenxiong, since you chose to drive your wife to death and live happily with your mistress, you've already exorcised your sins and left this household. You can never return to this house; it's not yours, it's my mother's. Today, I truly do not agree with you entering this home!"
"You want the child in Ye Qianqian's womb, don't you? Then fine, go find the baby's father and live with your son-in-law!"
