Chapter 231 Whose Child Is It?

In the ward, Mu Jiaojiao looked as delicate as a white lotus flower, her eyes red and filled with tears.

The man opposite her looked at her with pity and gently wiped away Mu Jiaojiao's tears, saying, "Sister Jiaojiao, don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you cry."

Mu Jiaojiao was still sad and sobbed softly, "How can I not be sad? I was so good to him, but in the end, I still couldn't beat that woman."

The man's expression gradually darkened, as if he were indignant on Mu Jiaojiao's behalf. "Sister Jiaojiao, he's treated you like this, why are you still so devoted to him? You clearly still have me. You only need to turn around, and I'll be standing there waiting for you..."

The man was angry and jealous, but seeing Mu Jiaojiao's sad appearance, he felt nothing but heartache.

The man gently stroked her cheek as if it were a precious treasure. "Sister Jiaojiao, why don't you come with me? I will treat you well, I will treat you well for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jiaojiao felt a deep sense of rejection.

The only man she wanted was Wei Chizheng, and she only wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She wouldn't accept just any Tom, Dick, or Harry.

With tears welling up in her eyes, Mu Jiaojiao slowly placed her hand on her lower abdomen. "I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request because I'm pregnant."

Pregnant?

The man's eyes suddenly fell on Mu Jiaojiao's stomach. "Sister Jiaojiao, could this child be mine?"

Suddenly, Mu Jiaojiao's eyes turned fierce. "It's not yours. This is my child with A-Zheng. It has nothing to do with you."

The man grabbed Mu Jiaojiao's hand urgently and asked anxiously, "But, that time, it was clearly your first time..."

Mu Jiaojiao's expression suddenly changed drastically, and she flung the man's hand away. "Shut up! This child is A-Zheng's. After that accident with you, I took medication, so this child can't be yours."

The man looked dejected and gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Yeah, if the child were mine, how could you possibly keep him? I was just overthinking it."

Mu Jiaojiao said sternly, "It's good that you know. Also, if you really love me, don't mention what happened that night again. I don't want a third person besides the two of us to know."

He loved her, had loved her for so many years, and always treated her words as gospel; this time would be no exception.

The man said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I'll be content as long as you're doing well."

The man kissed her forehead tenderly, his eyes filled with reluctance.

...

After a long while, the man finally left Mu Jiaojiao's hospital room.

Xie Nanzhi watched the man's departing figure, glanced at Mu Jiaojiao one last time, and then lifted her leg to catch up with the man.

As soon as Xie Nanzhi stepped out of the inpatient building, she called out to the man, "Cui Hao."

The man turned around abruptly and saw Xie Nanzhi standing not far away. He was first startled, then disgusted.

Just like when I first met her.

Even now, Xie Nanzhi still remembers that time in Beijing when Wei Chizheng's friends, after learning of his marriage, organized a meeting that very night, saying they wanted to see her.

But when Xie Nanzhi arrived, it was Cui Hao who led the way in humiliating her, saying that she was not good enough for Wei Chizheng. At that time, Mu Jiaojiao was sitting next to Cui Hao.

Xie Nanzhi thought Cui Hao was easily swayed and manipulated, but in reality, he was trying to help Wei Chi. Now it seems she was too naive.

Cui Hao is Mu Jiaojiao's dog; he only obeys her orders.

Cui Hao stared at Xie Nanzhi with a sinister look. "It's you."

Xie Nanzhi continued walking forward, stopping only after maintaining a safe social distance. "Is it convenient for us to talk?"

Cui Hao was wary. "There's nothing to talk about with you."

As Cui Hao was about to leave, Xie Nanzhi asked in a low voice, "What if it's about Mu Jiaojiao?"

Cui Hao stopped.

The two sat down at a nearby coffee shop. Xie Nanzhi ordered two cappuccinos and took a small sip. Cui Hao couldn't wait to ask, "Xie Nanzhi, what exactly do you want to say?"

Xie Nanzhi remained calm and composed. She put down her coffee cup, her eyes steady. "Cui Hao, the last time we met was three years ago, wasn't it?"

Cui Hao frowned, losing his patience. "Xie Nanzhi, I'm not here to reminisce with you."

Xie Nanzhi chuckled, "I have no interest in catching up with you. I'm here to find out when you and Mu Jiaojiao slept together, was it about a month and a half ago?"

Cui Hao was taken aback, narrowed his eyes, and asked with intense killing intent, "You heard everything?"

Xie Nanzhi remained calm and showed no signs of panic as Cui Hao had expected. She said, "I heard your conversation with Mu Jiaojiao in the ward. However, you can't touch me."

Cui Hao realized that his expression had betrayed his thoughts, so he snorted and said, "I forgot that you are not the same person you were three years ago. I can't touch you now, so let's have an open and honest conversation about what you want to say."

Cui Hao downed half a cup of coffee in one gulp, his eyes sharp.

Xie Nanzhi leaned back, "When did you find out Wei Chizheng was still alive?"

Cui Hao: "I've always known."

Mu Jiaojiao is such a cautious person that she would never let others know that Wei Chizheng is still alive unless she had no other choice.

Xie Nanzhi, "Have you been helping Mu Jiaojiao behind the scenes all along?"

Even if Wei Chizheng is declared dead, given his personality, he would still want to know about his past even if he has amnesia.

His false identity, and everything about his past that can be found online, all need to be dealt with by someone, and presumably that person is Cui Hao.

Cui Hao did not deny it, but asked, "Xie Nanzhi, since you heard it, I advise you to back down. Jiaojiao is pregnant with Azheng's child, they are a match made in heaven."

Upon hearing this, Xie Nanzhi smiled.

Cui Hao's face was cold, his brows furrowed. "What are you laughing at?"

Xie Nanzhi bluntly said, "Of course I'm laughing at your stupidity."

The next second, Cui Hao slammed his hand on the table and stood up, glaring at her, "Xie Nanzhi, don't go too far. Do you really think no one can touch you now?"

Xie Nanzhi sat upright in her chair, her fingertips lightly twirling the rim of her cup, her gaze fixed on Cui Hao's angry face, remaining silent.

She turned her body slightly to the side, with stray hairs falling beside her cheeks, and the curve of her lips was like a crescent moon dipped in morning dew, so faint as to be almost invisible. No one could disturb the deep, still waters flowing in her eyes.

She smiled gently, her thin, rosy lips parting slightly. "Wei Chizheng has never touched her, so how could the child in her belly be his?"

Cui Hao was shocked, then sneered, "Wei Chizheng never touched her, that's what he told you, right? Xie Nanzhi, you've reached this position, and you still believe men's lies."

Cui Hao sat down angrily, his face full of sarcasm.

Xie Nanzhi remained calm and composed, not angry at all. "She was still a virgin that time you were with her. Cui Hao, if a man hasn't touched a woman for three years, do you think he'd still touch her again? Besides, Wei Chizheng is my husband. If I don't trust my own man, why should I trust a woman who's full of lies?"