"Did your father call to ask you to come home?"
In the hospital room, Lu Fengxuan lay on the bed, her legs draped over the man's firm knees as he massaged her to help her relax.
Yu Chiyin's hands didn't stop moving.
"He didn't spell it out, but I played dumb, since I promised to 'nourish the baby' with you, and quitting halfway is not my style."
"Your father must be internally wounded by frustration. Just now I heard him mention me; does he blame me for bewitching you and complain about me as if I were a vixen?"
Lu Fengxuan had heard only a few sentences of their conversation and then, utilizing her terrific imagination, managed to guess somewhat the intentions of Old Master Yu.
Yu Chiyin looked up and glanced over her body from head to toe, finally resting his eyes on her slightly protruding belly.
"Before you got pregnant, you barely had the potential to be a 'vixen', but now with the big belly, even if I am enamored by you, it wouldn't cloud my judgment."
