“That’s right. I can’t leave like this.” Ji Shiting nodded and walked to Yu Shuhang. He took the paternity test report from Yu Shuhang and tore it in half.
Jiang Lan’s face paled, and Ling Yutong almost fell to the ground.
Ji Shiting showed his stance that he didn’t want Little Zheng to be his child.
“Goodbye, Mr. Jun.” Ji Shiting glanced at Jun Hua and said. He then walked to Ye Shengge and grabbed her hand. “Let’s go.”
Ye Shengge looked at Little Zheng. The boy lowered his head and twitched, but he didn’t make a sound.
Her heart softened for a moment, but she also knew that if she softened, there would be endless trouble.
She turned around and followed Ji Shiting.
…
The guests present had seen enough of the excitement, so they looked away and started to talk to the people around them. Soon, the scene returned to how it was before.
Xie Siqi looked away and smiled coldly.
She held the wine glass and walked to the spiral staircase.
The stairs were white, so the man in the white suit easily hid himself, and almost no one noticed him.
He had one hand on the armrest, and the other was holding a wine glass, smiling lazily.
“Is this a good show, Young Master Xiao?” Xie Siqi had her back facing him as she smiled and said. “I told you before, Ling Yutong is a good piece.”
Xiao Ruilang curled his lips and said, “Really? Unfortunately, I think the opposite of you. The couple is in agreement, and they have the initiative now. Besides, Ye Shengge doesn’t seem to mind that child’s existence. I think it’ll be difficult for you to achieve your goal.”
“Impossible.” Xie Siqi sneered. “Any woman would care.”
Xiao Ruilang smiled.
“Is that child really Ji Shiting’s?” he asked.
“What do you think?” Xie Siqi smiled.
…
Ye Shengge took a deep breath after returning to the car.
It really felt like she had been in a war tonight.
Ji Shiting hadn’t said a word on the way out. Hearing her sigh, the man hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
“That child can’t be mine,” he explained.
Ye Shengge leaned against his chest and said, “I know.”
She was surprisingly calm. Ji Shiting frowned, lifted her chin and stared at her face.
However, the woman only looked tired and sleepy, and she didn’t look aggrieved or doubtful at all.
His dark eyes dimmed. “You still trust me even with that paternity test report, huh?”
“Shiting, Whether Xiao Zheng is your son or not isn’t what I really care about.” Ye Shengge looked at him and said seriously. “What I care about is that our relationship won’t change because of this. So, I’ll face this with you. We’ll figure out a way to resolve it together.”
However, Ji Shiting wasn’t moved.
His eyes dimmed.
“You just need to answer me whether you believe me or not.” The man’s deep voice sounded seductive.
