"You needn't worry about this," Mrs. Lin said. "It's all very simple and we'll handle it."
Lu Youzhen couldn't help thinking that for ordinary people, these were somewhat troublesome matters, yet Mrs. Lin treated them as nothing.
Clearly, there was a huge gap between the wealthy and the ordinary people.
Mrs. Lin continued, "Although we can't be certain yet that the child in your womb is Jingshen's, since you claim it is, we'll treat it as such for now. We'll take good care of your pregnancy first, and worry about the rest after the child is born."
"Jingshen, go to the study, to the safe, and bring out the keys to Shanglin Garden," Mrs. Lin instructed.
Lin Jingshen moved his lips, instinctively wanting to object.
He certainly did not want to marry Lu Youzhen, a woman who was manipulative, unintelligent, and of low birth.
However, seeing the stern expressions on Lin Zhenghao and Mrs. Lin's faces, he dared not speak.
He knew he had really messed things up this time.
