Jingru’s complexion turned pale instantly.
The panicked woman imdiately avoided his gaze, burying half of her face into her pillow. Her heart was pounding, was he asking because he knew sothing? Or was he asking because he knew nothing? Did he really have Jiajia under his control?
She had never experienced such agony before.
Her Jiajia, the child she had secretly treasured for eight years, was he really now within this man’s reach? Would he hand Jiajia over to Gu Shaocheng? No......
The re thought of this made her despise him!
This was her child, no mother could stand seeing her own flesh and blood being given away to bear others’ suffering. Jingru’s heart was a ss.
A smirk appeared on the corner of Bai Wuqing’s mouth, "Jingru, if we were to have a son, would he resemble you more, or ?"
Wen Jingru held her breath, her heart constricting over and over again.
She abruptly looked up and t his gaze.
If she was not mistaken, there was pent-up exhaustion in Wuqing’s eyes. Regardless of the situation, he always kept his impressive self-control, maintaining a calm deanor even when faced with enormous challenges. Except that one ti, three days ago.
His entire world was turned upside down by an eight-year-old child.
When they were alone together, he had no idea how to interact with this mini version of himself. He didn’t even know how to introduce himself, let alone what emotions he should have when facing this eight-year-old flesh-and-blood!
How did the boy grow up a little bit at a ti over those missing eight years? As his biological father, Wuqing didn’t care at all. Even if he used the world’s most advanced technology, it would be impossible for him to go back in ti to the mont of the child’s birth and experience the indescribable feeling of a child coming into the world.
Jingru, you are so ruthless!
Jingru, you fooled so bitterly!
Yet regardless of his gnashing hatred, his eyes still held a trace of a smile. It was as if he was simply envisioning their future and discussing their blissful life after marriage and having kids, not their already born child.
Her expression, the way she dodged, her paleness, all of it slowly affird the question in his heart.
Wen Jingru’s mind was in turmoil in front of Wuqing.
"Why aren’t you speaking? Do you prefer having a girl? Well, since we’re free now, let’s think about the future. Jingru, if it’s a girl, what would you want to na her? What if it’s a boy?"
"..."
Jingru’s lips ford a pale line, beneath her seemingly calm face was a stormy heart.
She dared not speak, she dared not envision the answer—the child was in his possession!
The man responsible seed completely unaware of her inability to endure, leisurely gazing into her eyes as if he was waiting for her to surrender completely: "If it’s a girl, let’s call her Bai Yueyue; if it’s a boy, let’s call him Bai Jiajia. What do you think?"
The mont "Bai Jiajia" fell from his lips, Jingru’s mind snapped like a piece of string. In a mont of utter despair, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath: "Jiajia..."
She hastily grabbed Bai Wuqing’s wrist firmly, "Was it you? Did you take Jiajia?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she was pulled into his arms. Her chin was gripped tightly; she forgot to breathe. Bai Wuqing’s kiss, tinged with a hint of violence, caught her completely off guard!
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