The man had his back to the camera, his face invisible to the viewer. The woman, however, was facing the camera, eyes closed, her face flushed with the heat of passion yet marked with the utmost pleasure.
That face was all too familiar to her, greeting her daily in the mirror—how could she not recognize it?
That woman was her... It was actually herself!!!
An Xin stood up in shock, retreating several steps in disbelief.
Although the man on top of her had an obscured face, she knew he was not Tang Yuchen, definitely not...
"My mistress, are you satisfied with my service?" the man in the video asked with a lewd laugh.
"Satisfied... I love it so much..." and she actually took the initiative to climb onto his shoulders and kiss his lips.
The man became even more vigorous, the entire scene overly erotic, more obscene than a pornographic film.
An Xin suddenly looked up, her mouth agape, breathing rapidly.
What to do, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, like she was about to die!
"Ah... faster, even faster..." the woman in the video continued to cry out, her voice sounding like that of a devil.
"Ah!!!" An Xin screamed and rushed forward, forcefully smashing the computer to the ground.
She grabbed her hair, shaking her head like a madwoman, "That’s not me, it’s not me!"
"Ah— it’s not me, she isn’t me!" An Xin cried out loud, and, like a lunatic, smashed everything destructible, filling the entire room with terrifying crashing sounds.
An Mingqi and Xu Huwen knocked on the door forcefully from the outside, but she couldn’t hear them; all she knew was to keep smashing, ceaselessly.
How could things have turned out ?!
Why wasn’t he Tang Yuchen, why not!
Whose child is in my belly!
An Xin looked at her own stomach, a strange smile appearing in her eyes. She began to laugh hysterically, then started pounding her belly with her fists.
"I’ll kill you, bastard child; why aren’t you Tang Yuchen’s, why! I’ll beat you to death, you bastard, bastard!"
"An Xin, hurry up and open the door, what are you doing!" An Mingqi asked sternly. When he got no response, he kicked the door down and was stunned by the mess inside the room when he entered.
When Xu Huwen saw An Xin hitting her stomach, she was so shocked that she rushed to grab her hands: "What are you doing?! You’re going to kill the child !"
"Mom, if he’s not Tang Yuchen’s child, what use is there in keeping him!" An Xin screamed, already on the brink of madness.
Xu Huwen slapped her across the face, bringing her back to her senses somewhat.
"We’ve both seen the video online. This child isn’t Tang Yuchen’s, but you must keep him!"
"Because pregnant women can get reduced sentences."
An Xin’s eyes snapped open, staring at her mother. After a moment, she asked in disbelief, "Mom, what are you talking about?"
"Baby." Xu Huwen hugged her, crying.
"Getting to this point, what else can we use to make Tang Yuchen let you go? Your father and I have already discussed it. An Ruo isn’t dead, so it can only be considered attempted murder. You also have a child in your belly, and if they insist on sending you to prison, your father and I will pull some strings to get you the least number of years possible. Don’t worry, it will just be a few years in prison, and if you behave well, you will be out soon."
An Xin shuddered, pushing her mother away and yelling at them: "I won’t go to prison, I won’t!"