Even though she had anticipated this outcome, the sight of it still stirred an unbearable mix of sorrow and bitterness in Yan Xiaye's heart.
Subjected to all kinds of accusations, her heart brimmed with grievances, yet in Li Beicheng's eyes, she was less worthy of concern than Yan Shuirou, who had painstakingly plotted to harm her severely.
"It's true..." Yan Shuirou's crying paused, followed by a pained smile with tears still in her eyes, "I originally wanted to keep it a secret until next month, to give you a surprise on your birthday, but I didn't expect..."
A surprise or a fright?
Li Beicheng felt no joy, his suspicious gaze resting on Yan Shuirou's face.
No matter if he despised her now, they had been in love for so many years after all. He genuinely didn't want to believe that Yan Shuirou's pregnancy had an ulterior motive.
