Song Anran's words were becoming increasingly unsettling.

Lu Zhiwei made a phone call to Tianxia Wushuang.

He then sent Song Anran's WeChat account, asking him to do a small favor.

Later, Song Anran's WeChat account was inexplicably infected with a virus, and she couldn't log in no matter how many phones she used.

Song Anran's provocations thus came to an end.

She decided to focus on her pregnancy and occasionally accompany Jiang Jingyu to get beauty treatments and go shopping.

That day, I was choosing baby items at the mall.

Pregnant women are prone to frequent urination, so Song Anran told Jiang Jingyu to go first and then went to the restroom.

I just came out of the restroom.

A hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a private room at a restaurant.

Su Ziheng ordered a table full of her favorite dishes.

He forced her to sit down in a chair: "These days, it's very difficult for me to see Miss Song. The Shen family's bodyguards protect you so closely that I wouldn't have been able to find an opportunity if I hadn't followed you all this way."

Indeed, since becoming pregnant, she hasn't spent much time with Su Ziheng, and she doesn't respond to his WeChat messages or phone calls.

Song Anran sat down in the chair, picked up her utensils, and began to eat slowly and deliberately: "So, what do you want from me?"

"Are you really going to marry Shen Jinmo?"

"Otherwise, would I marry you? I was just playing around with you, and we both knew that all along. Besides, you willingly became his substitute, didn't you?" Song Anran looked at the man in front of her with a half-smile.

It's really unnecessary for a womanizer to act like a devoted lover.

“I was willing to be his substitute before, but now I’ve fallen hopelessly in love with you. You can only be mine. Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Shen Jinmo about what happened between us?” Su Ziheng gripped the cutlery, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.