Lu Zhiwei was busy going upstairs to take care of the child, so she bypassed him and said, "Security, open the door."

The security guard let Lu Zhiwei in, but stopped Shen Jinmo from entering.

"Mr. Shen, you should go back. Miss Lu said that you are not allowed to set foot in Zhuolou again."

Watching Lu Zhiwei's retreating figure, Shen Jinmo clenched his fists in anguish, got into the black Bentley behind him, and drove all the way back to the Shen family's old residence.

Song Anran then moved into the Shen family's old house without any pretense of civility, and was treated with special favors by Jiang Jingyu, who treated her like an ancestor.

Song Hanzheng gave Shen Jinmo a month to prove that the child was his.

He had to marry Song Anran; that was his condition.

Shen Jinmo agreed.

Because he believed it.

The child could absolutely not be his.

How could he possibly marry Song Anran?

Back at the Shen family's old house, Song Anran was in the living room helping Jiang Jingyu arrange flowers.

Shen Jinmo walked into the hall with a sullen face.

When Jiang Jingyu saw her son return, she put down the pruning shears and got up from the sofa: "Mo'er is back. Shall I go to the kitchen and get you a bowl of bird's nest soup? An Ran also had a bowl earlier."

"No need, Song Anran, come with me for a moment." Shen Jinmo called Song Anran away.

Song Anran put down the flower branch in her hand and followed Shen Jinmo upstairs.

In the living room on the second floor, Shen Jinmo took off his coat and sank into the black leather sofa.

"You've been drinking?" Song Anran noticed the strong smell of alcohol on him. "Do you need the kitchen to make you a hangover soup?"

"There's no one here, stop pretending. The child is Su Ziheng's, isn't it? You're deliberately framing me to make me lose the last bit of goodwill I have in front of Lu Zhiwei?"

“It seems you don’t have a good impression of Lu Zhiwei anymore, so there’s no need to lose,” Song Anran said frankly.

"..." Shen Jinmo.

Song Anran knew that no one was on the second floor, so Shen Jinmo had all the servants sent away.

She sat down on the sofa and slowly cut an orange from the fruit plate.

Pregnant women need to supplement their vitamin C intake; she can't neglect herself and the baby in her belly.

"Song Anran, what exactly do you want? You know perfectly well that I never touched you." Shen Jingmo's hawk-like cold eyes were fixed on her.

This Song Anran keeps saying she loves him.

But in the past few months, he has never seen a trace of love in her eyes.

It's more like hatred.

She wished she could keep him from ever having a moment's peace.

"How could you say you haven't touched it? You must have a memory problem." Song Anrang put down the fruit knife in his hand, wiped his hands clean with a tissue, picked up his phone, found a photo, and showed it to him.

I saw this photo.

Shen Jinmo could no longer sit calmly on the sofa.

He snatched Song Anran's phone from her hand.

Zooming in on the photo again and again, I could clearly see the two figures in it.

Only half of their two bodies were exposed, covered by the blanket, but the man lying on top of Song Anran was visible.

It is definitely his face.

Moreover, the ambiguous scene makes it immediately clear what is happening.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" Shen Jinmo could tell that the photo was not photoshopped and had not undergone any technical processing.

But he still didn't believe it.

"Where did you find a stand-in for me? Someone who's had plastic surgery and looks just like me? This isn't me," Shen Jingmo vehemently denied.

"So this is you. One afternoon you were dozing in the study, calling out Lu Zhiwei's name in your dreams. I went into the study to bring you a glass of water, and you pounced on me. I just pretended it was a dream and played along with you to complete this beautiful dream. Otherwise, why did you sleep until night? It's because the dream was too wonderful, and you didn't want to wake up at all!"

“I wasn’t dreaming at all, I was just sleeping soundly. Don’t try to confuse my memory.”

Shen Jinmo gripped his phone and forwarded the photo to his own phone.

He will have someone investigate who the person in the photo is.

Or perhaps she would get plastic surgery to look exactly like him.

Or perhaps someone painted this man's face to resemble him.

However, there are not many people in this world who possess such exquisite skills in makeup.

Lu Zhiwei would never do such a thing.

If Shen Shuyuan were still alive, perhaps she could have done it too.

But she's already dead!

Shen Jinmo became increasingly confused as he thought about it.

He deleted the photos from Song Anran's phone and threw the phone back at her.

“I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If I find out that you framed me, I will make you pay the price.”

Shen Jinmo left the old house and never returned after that day, in order to avoid suspicion.

Of course, Shen Jinmo wouldn't dare to abort Song Anran's child at this time, and he wouldn't allow anything to happen to her, leaving the child with no way to prove anything.

He even assigned people to keep a close watch on Song Anran, and planned to have her undergo a paternity test at the hospital after ten weeks of pregnancy.

Song Anran was not idle during this period.

She retrieved the photos of her and "Chen Jinmo" in bed from her phone backup and sent them to Lu Zhiwei on WeChat.

Even though Lu Zhiwei didn't care about this matter.

It wouldn't be bad to disgust her.

Lu Zhiwei, who received the photo, was holding her child in the backyard of Zhuolou, sunbathing when she saw it.

She immediately deleted the photos, afraid of offending her eyes.

Song Anran also sent out a lot of sarcastic and sarcastic remarks.

[Lu Zhiwei, you absolutely must attend my wedding with Shen Jinmo! You were our matchmaker.]

[Lu Zhiwei, Shen Jinmo is very skilled in bed; no wonder you were so head over heels in love with him back then.]

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