"What does Uncle mean, that he suspects me?"
Jing Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she hurried over to Jiang Haoyan.
Jiang Haoyan's expression darkened as he stared at her belly.
"Jinchen isn't a fool. Your pregnancy is too well-timed; he's become suspicious. If we don't get him to agree to marry you quickly, give it some time, and I'm afraid he might really find something out. By then, not even you will have any leverage to negotiate with him."
"He's guessed it already..."
Jing Yan stiffened and fell into the sofa.
Her fingers dug into the soft cushions forcefully.
Her face turned pale as death.
Jiang Haoyan raised his head, saw her terrible complexion, and couldn't help but offer a few words of comfort.
"Don't worry. Right now, he only suspects and has no evidence that the child in your belly isn't his, he hasn't even thought that you might not be pregnant at all."
"..."
After Jiang Haoyan finished speaking, Jing Yan's face looked even worse.
