"Grandfather Shen, you are not allowed to hit Shen Mosheng, he is mine now!" If Han Yingying wasn't in tears and trembling with emotion, her words might have seemed quite domineering.
"Shameless girl, you're not even part of the family yet, but you claim him as yours." The elderly Mr. Shen looked at Han Yingying with both disdain and a headache, dissatisfied that she lacked the modesty expected of a young lady.
"I've already claimed him, and I'm carrying his child in my belly. Of course, he is mine now."
Having said that, Han Yingying suddenly realized she had a useful shield in her belly. She immediately stood in front of Shen Mosheng with her hands on her hips, her belly protruding, with tears in her eyes yet also exuding a ferocious determination.
"If you want to hit Shen Mosheng, hit this child in my belly first. The son can bear the father's debt and won't fight back."