Trapped (1)

He should be happy, but Mu Jianyu felt nothing as he held the baby girl Lin Meirong had delivered the day before in his arms. He should be ecstatic to know that finally, he had a child of his own, yet as his hand reached and touched the top of his daughter's head, Mu Jianyu couldn't see any feature that resembled him. 

The color of the child's hair, as well as her eyes, didn't match his. In fact, her facial features were more like Lin Meirong's. The longer he looked at the baby in his arms, the more Mu Jianyu felt troubled. 

Ying's words about the possibility of this baby not being his, resounded in his mind. Was that even possible? He wondered.

Lin Meirong had been with other men before him and the thought of him raising another man's child made his blood run cold. What were the chances?