The boy saw that the girl not only didn't soften her attitude and beg him, but also questioned him so aggressively, which was like adding fuel to the fire on his head.
The boy opened the text message the girl had just received and immediately questioned her about the father of the child in her belly.
The girl had already seen the text message, but she still insisted that the child was a boy.
The boy laughed angrily, "Do you think I'm some kindergarten kid who's easy to fool? So many times, we've used the same brand of condoms, and you haven't gotten pregnant. Why is it that only after you and your colleague came back from your business trip did you tell me you were pregnant? Do you dare to tell me loudly that the child in your belly is really mine?"
The girl cried, fidgeting for a long time before finally whispering, "I...I...actually, I don't know whose child this is?"
Xu Moran, having listened to the commotion, sighed silently, picked up his water glass, and took a sip. What's wrong with society these days? Why have people become so restless, unprincipled, and immoral?
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Hearing the girl admit that she didn't know who the father of the child was, the boy was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged. "No matter how lazy I am, I will definitely do things like having a child myself. So, I'm not going to be this cheap father. Whoever wants to be it can go find someone else. I'm not going to be one. Also, that wedding house was bought for me by my parents. It has nothing to do with you. Go to the housing management office tomorrow. From now on, we're even. I never want to see you again until I die!"
After the boy finished speaking, he got up to leave, but the girl rushed up and hugged him. "Darling, don't go yet. There's a 50/50 chance that the child in my belly is yours. If he really is yours, would you still be so heartless as to abandon me?"
The boy stood ramrod straight and remained silent for a long while. The girl continued, "Darling, can you bear to see your child born without a father? Can you bear to see him living with me in the basement?"
"Enough!" The innate maternal instinct of mammals made the boy unable to bear hearing about the suffering his child would endure. He sharply interrupted the girl, turning to look her directly in the eye. "What you just said might be a possibility that the child is mine. But what if—and I mean, what if the child isn't mine?! What are you going to do then? Are you going to make me raise someone else's child, and make parents who have been longing for their grandchildren dote on someone else's grandchildren?!"
The girl was in tears, shaking her head repeatedly. "No, that's not what I meant. What I meant was that we can not get married first, and then decide whether to be together after the child is born and we do a paternity test."
The boy scoffed, "Don't think I don't know, your best friend is in the hospital."
The girl wiped away her tears and continued to plead with the boy, "If you don't believe me, after the baby is born, I'll draw some of the baby's blood for you to use for a paternity test."
The boy pried the girl's hands off, hardened his heart, and strode forward.
The girl didn't chase after him. Instead, she stood there and shouted at the boy's back, "You surnamed Yang, don't disbelieve me. I heard through blood that someone has found their long-lost daughter!"
This is a high-end Western restaurant, and both the environment and the service are top-notch. I can't understand why they let a couple argue for so long before the restaurant manager rushed over to deal with the situation.
The girl left, sobbing, carrying her bag, and the Western restaurant finally returned to its initial quiet.
It's not that no one talks, but rather that the people who come here to eat aren't really eating; they're more focused on enjoying the quality of life. Even when they do speak, they do so in a very measured way, keeping their voices low so as not to disturb others.
The restaurant manager apologized to every table of guests. Fortunately, there weren't many guests at that time, and he soon reached Xu Moran's table.
When apologizing, one should address the person who is a guest. The manager immediately recognized that the person who hosted the dinner was Xu Xiusen, the oldest of the three. After apologizing to him, he found that Xu Xiusen did not react at all. Thinking that his voice was too soft, he raised his voice and repeated himself, but Xu Xiusen still stared at a certain spot and ignored him.
Finally, Xu Ye waved to the restaurant manager, "It's okay."
No one knows what kind of turbulent waves are churning inside Xu Xiusen's seemingly calm exterior.
He felt... his intuition was very accurate, but no one pointed it out to him, and he didn't think about it in that direction.
He had thoroughly investigated Xu Moran's background. She was an orphan, and not only was she the same age as his daughter, but her birthday was also similar. In particular, the contours of her face made her look more and more like his wife, whether it was his imagination or not.
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