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"Child?" Sheng Xuanling chuckled and asked back as if she had heard a funny joke.

Liu Xinyin couldn't quite understand Sheng Xuanling's attitude, but she simply repeated her previous words softly, "Yes...our child, Xuanling..."

However, she felt that he would soften his heart when he thought of the child, after all, it was a little life.

His cool, jade-like fingers pinched the woman's chin, and with a slight lift of his hand, he forced her to face him, looking at her reflection in her eyes. His voice was somewhat ethereal as he said, "Miss Liu, Liu Xinyin, you don't really think I'm a fool, do you?"

"Xuanling? What are you talking about? I don't understand... How could I treat you like a fool?" She raised her head with some difficulty, her cherry lips slightly parted as she breathed softly, her eyes shimmering as if she had suffered a great injustice.

"Ha, the moment I said I wanted to get a DNA test, you miscarried? You really think I'm stupid enough to let you lie to me?" As if she had heard an even funnier joke, Sheng Xuanling laughed until her eyes narrowed into slits, her voice deep and magnetic with amusement.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xinyin panicked for a moment and tried to say something to defend herself, "No, Xuanling, let me explain, it's not like that."

Her words were filled with panic and grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes, which inadvertently streamed down her face. With her small, oval face, she looked pitiful. If it were someone else but Sheng Xuanling, they probably would have softened their hearts long ago.

"Oh? Then tell me, what is it like?"

The retort was merciless, yet still carried a hint of a smile.

Liu Xinyin was speechless for a moment. She opened her mouth, but found that she could not say anything.

How to do?

"It's over!" At this moment, only these two words remained in her mind.

Sheng Xuanling looked at the pale-faced woman in front of him, the mocking smile on his lips faded, his expression turned cold, and his eyes seemed to show sorrow and pity, but more than anything, disgust.

"I'm leaving. Take care of yourself."

Leaving behind a single sentence, Sheng Xuanling no longer paid attention to the woman and left the venue without looking back.

"Don't go! Don't go! The child is yours, it must be yours!" Seeing the back of the figure that ruthlessly left her behind, Liu Xinyin burst into tears, covered her face, and slumped sadly onto the sofa next to her.

No! The child is hers; she has children, she does.

It would have been possible. If it weren't for that woman, why? She already has a happy and fulfilling family. Why would she treat herself like this? Why would she interfere with her happiness?

If it weren't for Yan Ran, how could the man she loved have left her here like this, letting her cry?

"So that's how she became Young Master Sheng's fiancée!" A voice that seemed to have just realized something reached Liu Xinyin's ears from the side.

"Yeah, yeah, look at her figure. She could easily climb into any man's bed and have a child, and then try to deceive Young Master Sheng."

His words were full of sarcasm and gloating.

"What a shameless woman! Luckily, Young Master Sheng discovered it early and wasn't fooled by her. Otherwise, what if he found out the child wasn't his after they got married..."

The surrounding whispers reached Liu Xinyin's ears, and the embarrassing content made her feel like a clown being watched and laughed at.

She was toyed with, mocked, and then abandoned.

Like a clown, she was mocked, ridiculed, and despised... Perhaps it was her own fault, for she was too arrogant. But why... is she still unwilling to accept it?

Liu Xinyin sat helplessly on the sofa, head down, covering her face and crying. Tears soaked her face, and she had even put on makeup from crying, but no one came to comfort her, not even those who were "good friends" with the Liu family.

"Just deliver the items to my office in three days." As Sheng Xuanling walked out of the venue, he remembered the "Heart of Extravagance" that he had just auctioned off for an astronomical price and casually made a phone call to his assistant.

This time, future cooperation with the Liu family will likely be difficult, but the engagement will definitely have to be dissolved.

Recalling the two farces that had just occurred, Sheng Xuanling rubbed her temples in annoyance, fiddled with her phone, and habitually dialed that familiar number.

Unlike before, someone answered the phone shortly afterward, "Hello, Sheng Xuanling? What's up?"

"It really is him... Ranran!" Another voice could be faintly heard, seemingly a man's.

Hearing another person's voice, he suddenly felt a surge of anger, with a hint of disappointment. "Miss Yan, it seems you're very busy. Then there's no need to discuss this matter further."

"Hey, what do you mean? Wait..."

Before Yan Ran could finish speaking, the other end of the phone hung up, leaving behind only a nonsensical sentence. She frowned helplessly, looking at the call log and feeling both angry and amused. Sheng Xuanling had only made two calls today, but both were inexplicable and he didn't know what to say. Thinking about this unpredictable young master, she felt like she was about to laugh in anger.

Upon hearing the name spoken by the person beside him, Zong Zhengqing's heart tightened, and he instantly felt that he understood everything...

As Mrs. Zong, the fact that she had the playboy's phone number, and that he was the one calling her, speaking familiarly and addressing her by her first name, made it all quite obvious...

"Ranran, is it because of him, that man... Sheng Xuanling, that you want to leave me?"

The tone was skeptical and incredulous.

"No. Can we not talk about this now?"

Is it Sheng Xuanling one minute and Zong Zhengqing the next?

"Answer me, won't you?"

The usually mild-mannered person was now pressing the issue relentlessly, showing no sign of giving up.

Those around them seemed to notice something was amiss, casting puzzled glances at the two.

Seeing Zong Zhengqing's current state, Yan Ran knew he wouldn't let it go so easily. She sighed helplessly, suppressing her anger, and said, "Zong Zhengqing, let's talk somewhere else."

"it is good."

An unexpectedly refreshing feeling.

Zong Zhengqing grabbed Yan Ran's hand and dragged her away from the venue like a small animal. Then he found a car, opened the door, and roughly threw her inside.

Even after getting into the car, he still held her hand, ignoring Yan Ran's constant struggles.

"Zong Zhengqing, there's no one here now, so can we stop putting on this show and let go of me right now!" Yan Ran struggled to pull her hand out of his grasp.

"Sweetheart, stop fooling around, there's no one around now." Zong Zhengqing's tone remained gentle and affectionate.

He looked at Yan Ran, his heart aching, his expression filled with pain and accusation, "Ranran, tell me, is it because of him that you want to leave me?"

Yan Ran looked at the person in front of her and answered his question with a disdainful sneer, "No. Zong Zhengqing, you know what you've done. You also understand why things have turned out this way between us, so don't blame everything on others."

She tugged hard at her hand, trying to pull it away from his. Even if this man just wanted to pat her head like he used to, she would feel disgusted, let alone hold her hand.