“They are daughter slaves. As long as Shen Ningyuan is willing, they won’t say anything.”
Cui Mingzhu suddenly thought of something as she spoke. She stared at Ji Yunchuan suspiciously and asked, "Ji Yunchuan, you keep asking this and that. Are you not going to let our child become the heir to the Marquis' Mansion?"
The more Cui Mingzhu thought about it, the more outrageous it became. Suddenly, she asked excitedly, "Or did you already have other women when you were at the frontier?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Yunchuan's eyelids twitched, but soon returned to normal.
He quickly coaxed her, "What are you talking about? You're the only one in my heart. A year ago, I remained chaste for you, leaving Chen Ningyuan alone in the empty room, a widow for a year. I love you so much, how could I fall for other women?"
Seeing Ji Yunchuan's serious attitude, Cui Mingzhu stopped pursuing the matter and snorted coldly, "Okay, then I'll believe you this time!"
Ji Yunhuan nodded quickly, "Of course it's true, I won't lie to you!"
Pregnant women are easily angered, but also easy to coax.
Ji Yunchuan coaxed Cui Mingzhu into submission with just a few words.
Cui Mingzhu snuggled in Ji Yunchuan's arms, with a happy smile in her eyes and brows.
Ji Yunchuan's hand was originally on Cui Mingzhu's back.
But as they hugged each other, his hand slid down dishonestly and pinched Cui Mingzhu's buttocks.
"Oh, Brother Chuan, I'm still pregnant!" Cui Mingzhu said coquettishly.
But one could tell that her sweet voice was filled with a hint of emotion, like a long-awaited sweet relief.
"I asked the doctor, it's been three months, it's okay." Ji Yunchuan swallowed.
"Really?" Cui Mingzhu still didn't believe it.
"Of course it's true, how could I lie to you?" Ji Yunchuan said in a hoarse voice, "Zhu'er, just listen to me, I've been thinking about you for a long time!"
As he said that, Ji Yunchuan picked up Cui Mingzhu regardless of anything and gently threw her onto the bed.
Soon, the two of them huddled in the quilt, creating a rolling wave.
…
"Pooh!"
"Bastards!"
"Pooh!"
"Showing off in broad daylight, how shameless!"
"Pooh!"
"Looking at it any longer pollutes my eyes!"
In the private room of Zuixiang Pavilion, Lan Yin put down the telescope and spat every time someone cursed.
After cursing, Lan Yin was still not satisfied and stomped her feet twice.
"Bah, bah, bah, you two sons of bitches, go to hell and go to the eighteen levels of hell. Go roll in the frying pan of hell!"
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