"What about the child?" the old lady of the Nan Family suddenly raised her voice and asked.
Qin Yin, shaking her head, said, "I'm not pregnant at all."
"Preposterous, how can you say such a thing?" the old lady of the Nan Family burst into rage, sweeping the teacup on her hand to the ground.
"Whether you believe it or not, I am not lying; I really am not pregnant. If I were, how could I bear to abort it? It's not only Nan Sichen's child, it's mine too. He is a part of me; how could I bear to?"
"How you could bear it I do not know, perhaps it's for that man again," the old lady of the Nan Family said harshly.
Qin Yin's explanation was feeble, and she fell silent, feeling very distressed.
Yet, the old lady of the Nan Family spoke again, this time with a much softer tone, "But let it be, since you do not wish to bear a grandson for our Nan Family, why cling to the title of Mrs. Nan?"
