Chapter 241 - Baby, Do You Like Daddy?
Less than two months?
Song Yajing felt her ears ringing. She didn’t seem to understand.
It was written clearly in black and white on the hospital’s report that she was 11 weeks pregnant. Almost three months.
Now the duration of the pregnancy had been shortened by a month?
Song Yajing glared at Ning Qing. Nobody had dared to lie in front of her, especially to trick her with a lie!
Ning Qing carefully looked over the man’s shoulder at Song Yajing and saw her fierce face. Ning Qing shrank back in fear. She shrank back, avoiding the touch of Lu Shaoming. “Shaoming, don’t do this. Madam is here. She… seems unhappy.”
Lu Shaoming saw her weak, petite shoulders were trembling. Her two fair, white hands guarded the front of her abdomen as she didn’t know what to do, and his frown deepened.
“Mom, you can go back if you’ve got nothing.” He opened his mouth and told her to leave.
Ning Qing raised her lips and smiled, then answered the phone, “Hello, Mom…”
“Miss Ning, are you free now? Let’s have a chat.” Her tone was very stiff.
Ning Qing tucked a strand of silky hair on her cheek behind her ear and nodded calmly, “Okay, where?”
…
She came to a cafe. Song Yajing was waiting in a secluded spot. Ning Qing went over and sat opposite her.
Song Yajing was angry. She looked at Ning Qing and went straight to the point, “Why did you lie to him?”
“Mom, you know it, I didn’t lie to him. It’s you who lied to him.”
“Hmph.” Song Yajing said calmly, “You are three months pregnant, but you told him you were two months pregnant; is this not deception?”
“There is no difference between two months and three months. The child in my stomach is his, and this child is also Mom’s grandson.”
Song Yajing’s eyes were full of suppressed disdain. “The Lu family has never lacked women who can have children for us, but why does it have to be you?”
Ning Qing looked at her haughty eyes and smiled slowly. “That’s because he just wants to have children with me. He once said that he didn’t like children very much, but he’d like them if I gave birth to them. Mom, why can’t you be more tolerant? I have your first grandson in my stomach.”
Song Yajing’s eyes flashed and she subtly clenched her fist.
It was true that the noble families view their offspring as important, but more importantly, it was who gave birth to them.
Ning Qing’s status was obviously not high enough.
But she had a moment of trance. This was Shaoming’s first child and her first grandson.
Ning Qing leaned lazily in the sofa and looked out the window. Her delicate little face was so full of hurt as she muttered to herself, “When I was 18 years old, I met him. A politician had tried to assassinate him. H fell on the side of the road and was saved by me. Later, we knew that we loved each other at first sight.
“Last year, when I was at the bottom of my life, he came down from the sky again. He saved me. I married him and became his wife. He embraces me, loves me, tries to love everything I love. Most of the time spent with him was like the sand clenched tightly in my hands, slipping through my fingertips; it disappeared before I could enjoy its taste.
“He got into a car accident for me. He had glass fragments in his head. I took him to the airport. He went to England for surgery, and then…” Glittering tears were falling from her face. Ning Qing bit her fair finger and continued while holding back her heartache. “Then he – couldn’t remember me.
“In the United States, I stood outside your house and watched him look at me like a stranger. I followed him to a luxury store. He… He sat on the sofa holding his forehead as if he had a headache. I was so distressed that I told myself that I would never let go of his hand. I would bring him home.
“Mom, I have a three-month agreement with you to bet that he would fall in love with me again, but now things are different. I already have his child; can’t you give us your blessing?”
Song Yajing’s face was quiet, and she shook her head firmly. “With or without a child, as long as I am here, Shaoming will not know that you are his wife.”
Ning Qing wiped her tears with her little hand, and she smiled softly, “Oh, he won’t?”
Behind her appeared a strong black figure.