This sentence struck a chord in Ji Qingxin's heart.
She set down her water glass, hugged Chen Min's arm, and sobbed pitifully, "Mom, I don't know what to do, I've had such a hard time making Jingxi believe that I'm carrying his child..."
"Shut up!"
Chen Min's face turned gloomy as she warily stared at the bedroom door.
She lowered her voice, "Such words must not be mentioned again. Remember, the child in your belly is Mu Jingxi's."
Only the two of them, mother and daughter, knew of this matter. Chen Min had finally managed to set her daughter up with the Mu family, a high branch; she would not allow anyone to be a stumbling block for Ji Qingxin.
She especially would not allow a woman who came out of nowhere to steal away the glory and status that rightfully belonged to her daughter.
Ji Qingxin sniffled, "Mom, I remember. Don't worry, I won't mention it again."
But inside, she still felt empty.
Now that Yan Zhenzhen, that idiot, had been detained, she had one less helper.