How could Yaxin know whose child it is in her belly? Two months ago, she went to a bar with her friends and met three men. After everyone got drunk, they naturally got a room.
She only remembered being with someone three or four times that night, but she really couldn’t recall which man it was, or maybe she was with all of them.
This wasn’t the first time something happened, but every time before, she took precautions. It was just her bad luck to end up this time.
Yaxin lowered her head and shrank into the passenger seat, mumbling everything to Zhang Min.
After listening, Zhang Min was so angry she almost spat blood. One hand gripped the steering wheel while the other pressed on her throbbing temples: "How many times have I told you to hang out less with those dissolute friends of yours? Now, how are you going to clean up this mess?"
Yaxin cried and clung to Zhang Min’s arm: "Now Dad knows too, Mom, you have to help me."
Han Guanghong is very concerned about face. If he knew his daughter was so reckless, who knows what he would do.
Zhang Min looked at Yaxin, disappointed: "Just follow my lead when we get home."
Upon returning home, Zhang Min and Yaxin entered the house and saw Han Guanghong sitting on the sofa. They changed their shoes and walked over, sitting in front of the sofa.
Han Guanghong’s face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were visible. He threw his phone onto the table, shouting in anger: "Whose child is it?"
Yaxin, frightened, hid behind Zhang Min; she wouldn’t dare to tell the truth unless she wanted trouble.
"Old Han, Yaxin was raped."
Zhang Min had already thought up this excuse on the way there. Yaxin’s ladylike and well-behaved image absolutely couldn’t be ruined. If Han Guanghong knew what the girl did, a beating wouldn’t be a big deal. The real fear would be if Han Guanghong started looking more favorably on his other two daughters, getting closer to them, which would be troublesome.
But Zhang Min’s ability to lie without blinking was no less than that of a professional actor.
Yaxin played along skillfully, wiping her tears pitifully: "Dad, I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you. I didn’t want this... It’s all my fault."
Zhang Min got up and sat next to Han Guanghong, gently soothing his chest with her hand: "Old Han, Yaxin is also a victim. Don’t be angry at the child. She told me everything after it happened. I was just worried you’d get too upset, so I didn’t tell you right away."
Han Guanghong never expected things to be . Just moments ago furious, his heart softened: "Go to the hospital tomorrow to get the child removed. Our Han Family cannot have a child whose origins are unknown."
"Don’t worry, Old Han, I’ll take Yaxin to the hospital tomorrow." Zhang Min sighed helplessly: "Let me help you upstairs to rest a bit, don’t let it affect your health."
Watching Zhang Min and Han Guanghong leave, Yaxin finally exhaled in relief. Thankfully her mother was around; the situation was resolved without incident.
That evening, when Lu Jinghan drove Han Xi home, a fine drizzle began to fall in An City. Han Xi looked outside through the car window, seeing a mist enveloping the warm-colored lights.
After twenty minutes, the Maybach car stopped in front of the villa. Lu Jinghan exited the car with an umbrella, walked around the front, and opened the passenger door for Han Xi. She stepped out, clinging to Lu Jinghan’s arm like a young wife. Lu Jinghan smiled gently, tilting the umbrella toward Han Xi, worried that his Mrs. Lu might get wet.