She died tragically at her engagement banquet, and was reborn to marry the heir of the Beijing elite

"Ms. Shen Mengqing, what exactly did you mean by what you just said? Could you please tell us clearly who the real father of your child is?"

A sharp-eyed and incisive reporter couldn't wait to ask the first question. He gripped the recorder tightly, as if afraid of missing any crucial information.

Immediately following up, another reporter pressed on, "Everyone is speculating whether this child is really Young Master Fu's. Please give us a definite answer!"

The atmosphere on set immediately became tense, with numerous cameras focused on Shen Mengqing and flashes going off incessantly, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Faced with a barrage of questions from reporters, Shen Mengqing appeared somewhat flustered, but she still tried her best to remain calm, quickly waving her hands and explaining, "No, that's not it. My child is definitely not Fu Yanchen's, but mine and the one I love. This matter has absolutely nothing to do with the Fu family, and it has nothing to do with the Liu family either!"

However, for some reason, the more eager she was to clarify the facts, the more it seemed like she was trying to cover up the truth, creating a situation where the more she explained, the worse it got.

Just then, Liu Zifeng, who had been standing at the back of the crowd observing coldly, suddenly stepped forward.

His face was terribly gloomy. He glared at Shen Mengqing and said through gritted teeth, "Shen Mengqing, you really don't know what's good for you. Humph, we'll see. You just wait and see!" After saying that, he angrily flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away.

As Liu Zifeng left, the reporters who had been surrounding the Fu family's door scattered like birds and beasts, leaving Shen Mengqing standing alone, her heart filled with grievance and helplessness.

Just now, Fu Yanchen watched helplessly as the media launched all sorts of wild speculations.

The frustrating thing is that all these speculations invariably bind him to Shen Mengqing. The thought of such news reaching Xia Xia would surely break her heart.

Perhaps at this very moment, Xia Xia is silently enduring unimaginable pressure and endless torment. Just thinking about it made Fu Yanchen's heart feel as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, causing him intense pain.

So, Fu Yanchen hurriedly took out the wedding gift he had carefully prepared long ago and rushed towards the bridal chamber to find Shen Mengxia.

After all, since their marriage, all sorts of unexpected events have occurred, and the two of them haven't had a quiet, sweet time together yet.

When Fu Yanchen arrived at the door of the bridal chamber, he immediately saw Shen Mengxia standing alone by the window.

She lowered her head, her hands clasped together, hugging herself, her gaze fixed blankly on the azure sky outside the window.

Fu Yanchen was well aware of this familiar action—whenever Shen Mengxia felt extremely uneasy and insecure, she would unconsciously make this gesture.

Seeing this, Fu Yanchen softened his footsteps and slowly walked behind Shen Mengxia.

Then, he stretched out his arms and gently but firmly embraced her slender and delicate body from behind, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "My little Xiaxia, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about where we're going for our honeymoon?"

Shen Mengxia slowly turned around to face Fu Yanchen, looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Is gratitude more important, or love?"