Chapter 129

The main room was silent for a moment.

Cheng Lang's hands tightened in his sleeves. He had intended to quietly send Lian Fu back, but Lian Fu, seemingly under the instigation of someone, refused to listen, no matter how he tried to persuade her. She was a simple-minded woman, yet the thought of coming to the Duke of Ying's residence and even obtaining his business card must have been orchestrated by someone behind the scenes.

If this was at the Cheng family, he would immediately ask the guards to take her away, but this was in the Duke of England's mansion, and if he did anything unusual, others would soon know about it.

Lian Fu's caress of that familiar face constantly reminded him of how despicable he was. But he was actually so hopeless and numb that he had no other options. To him, everyone was the same.

Lian Fu had stopped crying. She lowered her head, bit her lips, and held the handkerchief tightly in her hand.

She hadn't expected Cheng Lang to be so heartless. She knew he wasn't truly devoted to her, but she felt...she felt there was some affection. But just now, she had fully witnessed his coldness and terror. It seemed as if even if she did have his child, he would ruthlessly make her get rid of it. And compared to usual, he was even more violent today.

Lian Fu was only fifteen years old when she followed Cheng Lang. At that time, she was just an inconspicuous little geisha in the music house, but he was a guest of Fu Bailan, a famous lady in the music house, and he spent a lot of money on Fu Bailan. At that time, everyone in the music house had to rely on Fu Bailan for their livelihood. Although Fu Bailan was arrogant towards Cheng Lang, she was also very dependent on him and liked him. How could she dare to dream of a person like Cheng Lang at that time? Once, she held the pipa, leaned against the lattice fan of the pleasure boat, and played a song, looking at the waves of the lake. When she turned around, she saw Cheng Lang leaning against the lattice fan, his pure white clothes were a little loose, he was holding a pot of wine, and he didn't know how long he had been listening to her play. When the song stopped, he asked softly: "What's your name?" The young man was as handsome as jade, and he was also a member of the Fu Bailan family.

Her heart suddenly started beating very fast, and she whispered, "My name is Lian Fu."

He just nodded and left without saying anything. The next day, the music master came to her and told her with a happy face: "Master Cheng has specifically asked you to serve him."

She was confused and delighted. When the teacher sent her to Cheng Lang, she stood awkwardly holding the pipa. He pointed to the Luohan bed and asked her to sit down and play the pipa. "Don't be afraid," he said calmly, "just play your own pipa."

She couldn't concentrate at all when she was playing the pipa, because he looked at her for a while, then stood up and walked to her, then stretched out his hand and slowly stroked her face with his fingers, and she couldn't help but tremble.

When she raised her head, Cheng Lang lowered his head slightly, leaned very close and said, "Is this your first time out?"

Lian Fu had only ever had him, and he was the only one she loved. Perhaps she had always felt that Cheng Lang still had feelings for her, but now, in her daze, she finally realized what was happening. Seeing Cheng Lang's cold yet calm eyes, a chill ran through her limbs. She was afraid that this time she had really angered him, and he would not keep her anymore.

It took Luo Yining a long time to find his voice: "Miss Lianfu, I didn't expect to see you again after we last met on the pleasure boat. Are you saying that you are pregnant with Cheng Lang's child?"

Lian Fu looked at the young lady from the official family in front of him, and thought of the day when she listened attentively to him playing the pipa. His tone softened, "I am over three months pregnant."

Yining was silent, then she said, "I have a maid who is good at medicine, and she is waiting outside. She will know whether you are pregnant or not. If Miss Lianfu insists that she is pregnant, I will let her come in to take her pulse. You really don't need to explain yourself."

Even if Cheng Lang was having affairs outside, he wouldn't let anyone else find fault with him. Yi Ning was certain of this. This woman must have been someone who came to her house to cause trouble. No matter what their purpose was, it was to ruin Cheng Lang's reputation. For his future, she would help to hide this matter. After all, Cheng Lang was her child, and she still loved him.

Lian Fu opened her eyes wide in panic, feeling a little embarrassed. She had been so angry about what she had said last night that the person who had brought her here had been constantly telling her how to make Cheng Lang soften his heart.

She had not expected Cheng Lang to be so hard-hearted, and she had not expected that she would have no room to speak in the Duke of England's mansion.

"Miss, I..."

"Call Qingpu in." Yining ignored Lianfu and spoke loudly to the outside.

Qingpu came in quickly, and Yining pointed at Lianfu: "Take her downstairs to take her pulse and examine her carefully."

Cheng Lang hadn't spoken since Yi Ning saw Lian Fu. Seeing Yi Ning deal with Lian Fu, he closed his eyes and let her do it. The trembling he'd felt earlier slowly subsided. He hadn't dared to make this public, or else his marriage to Yi Ning would be over. But now Yi Ning knew... seeing that face, what else could she possibly not understand?

As for whether Lian Fu was really pregnant, it didn’t matter to him at all.

Lianfu saw a tall maid approaching her, and her eyes suddenly froze as she stood up. Qingpu quickly grabbed her wrist and covered her mouth with her backhand, telling her not to speak nonsense. Then, along with the servant, they half-held and half-supported Lianfu to the side room.

After she left, the room fell into a dead silence. Yi Ning slowly stood up, not knowing how to face Cheng Lang.

At that moment, you knew something so secret that it couldn't be more secret, but it was still just an unfinished guess. Such speculation made her palms sweat. She looked at the scenery outside the window, trying to calm herself down. But when she turned around, she was hugged from behind!

Luo Yining was startled, and the arms that held her tightened powerfully, almost embedding her in his arms! She could even feel his breath on her head.

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