Wu Jinyan's eyes flashed with disbelief, her feelings shifting from complex to clear.
Su Hao's hand had never let go of hers, "In this lifetime, I only want to be with you, Yan'er. Don't back down, let's face it together, okay?"
His gentle and kind gaze fell on her belly, "I think the child would also wish to have a father like me."
Wu Jinyan gave a wry smile, "To have you as a father is indeed his great fortune."
She did not know who had forced himself upon her that day; she hadn't seen his face, nor had any impression of him. That night had left her with unspeakable pain.
But that man had left her with a child.
In this life, she would certainly not search for the child's father, but if Su Hao was willing to be the child's father...
Wu Jinyan pursed her lips, "Once he is born, I will make sure he becomes... a good child for both of us."
The smile on her face was bitter, but she tried hard to keep her spirits up, showing a stubborn resilience.