Ruan Tianling felt an even stronger urge to scoff internally, as his mother had staunchly concluded that the child was indeed his.
She would rather believe Yan Yue than believe his words.
"Then let's wait until she gives birth to the child. Once it is confirmed that the child is mine, then it won't be too late to acknowledge the child as your grandchild."
"But if you don't marry Yueyue, the child would not be born. She is not possibly going to have a child out of wedlock, and the Yan family will not allow her to give birth without being married. Yueyue is not like other women. You cannot treat her the way you treat other women. Tianling, take your mother's advice and marry Yueyue."
"I repeat, I will not marry her," Ruan Tianling declared definitively.
Seeing that he was not relenting in the slightest, Ruan's mother decided not to persuade him further.
"Tianling, I have to be honest with you. With the current situation, you have no choice but to marry her."