La Jiao raised her head slightly, looking at them with a hint of panic.
But as her gaze swept over He Jingyao, it seemed to take on a different kind of meaning.
"Miss La," Liu Minjun’s voice was devoid of warmth, "come and sit."
La Jiao timidly lowered her head, not daring to sit near anyone, instead she sat down on an empty sofa.
"I had a doctor examine her," Liu Minjun said, addressing He Jingyao and Zhixi, "she is indeed pregnant, but the doctor said she is still a virgin."
Upon hearing this, La Jiao’s face turned red with embarrassment.
Zhixi couldn’t help but think of the Virgin Mary who got pregnant with the Holy Mother, and her expression immediately became somewhat strange.
"Who told you that this child is mine?" He Jingyao spoke indifferently, his gaze sharp and cold.
A flicker of panic crossed La Jiao’s face, and she shook her head: "I... I don’t know, I was only told that... this is your child, and if I got pregnant, I should go to the He Family to find... to find you."
After she finished, she lowered her head again.
He Jingyao’s expression was cold: "Get rid of it, whether or not this child is mine, I will not acknowledge it."
Upon hearing this, La Jiao’s eyes reddened, and she subconsciously placed her hands over her lower abdomen, as if she wanted to argue, but found herself at a loss for words.
"Miss La, you’re not planning on having this child, are you?" Liu Minjun glanced at her coldly, "This affair is not your fault, so we will not hold you accountable. As long as you abort the child, the He Family will also give you a sum of money for a proper recovery."
He Yirong frowned as though he wanted to say something, but his gaze fell on Zhixi, and he ultimately let out a silent sigh, swallowing the words he had intended to say.
"But..." La Jiao’s tears fell uncontrollably, "The doctor said, due to my constitution... If I terminate the pregnancy, I will never be able to become a mother again."
Liu Minjun frowned slightly, visibly displeased yet unable to retort since she was the one who had found the doctor.
"Dad." He Jingyao suddenly turned his gaze to He Yirong, his tone cold and mocking, "Would you acknowledge this child?"
He Yirong was taken aback.
Before this, he had been determined to keep the child. If the child was born into the He Family, of course, they could not let it be cast out, and if not, just giving the woman a large sum of money to send her away would not be much trouble. Content originally comes from ⓝovelFire.net
But now, he found himself hesitating. If this child were truly born, it would likely cause endless trouble. Was he really going to create a hidden threat for Xiaobao?
Thinking of Xiaobao’s grape-like eyes and soft, mushy voice, He Yirong couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.
What if there were brotherly walls in the future? What if Xiaobao hated him for it?
Seeing He Yirong’s indecisive expression, La Jiao panicked.
"Director He..." she couldn’t help but speak up, "Didn’t you say that if this child is from the He Family, you would definitely acknowledge it?"
"Did I?" He Yirong feigned ignorance.
"Big brother, you’re right not to acknowledge this child."
Suddenly, a slightly frivolous voice came from the entrance.
He Yizheng strode in as he spoke, his handsome face showing a bit of forcefully suppressed fervor.
This look slightly distorted his features.
"Yizheng?" He Yirong frowned at him, "I haven’t settled the score with you yet! This incident is your masterpiece, isn’t it?"