Qin Feng didn't notice the change in her expression. He blinked at Ning Xia and leaned in closer, lowering his voice with a hint of ambiguity, "Unless it's a son born to me and you, I wouldn't just not mind, I'd welcome it."
Her long, curly eyelashes trembled slightly. Ning Xia spoke softly, her tone somewhat grave, "Do all men think this way?"
"Huh?"
Qin Feng scratched his head and nodded as if it were a matter of course, "Most men do, who would want to be the fallback guy? The small portion that says they don't mind, they can't possibly truly not care in their hearts."
"Anyway, someone like me wouldn't do. Even if I didn't mind, my family would, and noble families like ours would never allow such a scandal."
His words were really unpleasant to hear, yet each one was a cruel reality.
No matter the reason, no matter if she was a victim or not, no one would care; what they saw was the indelible stain on her.
