"Isn't this so?! Grandpa, are you certain that she's the woman you seek?"
His face had darkened by now. Inspecting her pale face, he taunted further, "Properly look yourself. Between her and that woman you cherished then, where is the resemblance?"
Mu Wanrou looked at the apathy on the man's face, and her heart quickly plummeted.
Reading people's emotions was her forte.
Just a glance, and she knew that this man had lost his patience with her!
When those words entered the old man's ears, his eyes shifted from his grandson on to her.
The explicit suspicion in his eyes greatly shocked her. She took a step back subconsciously, crumpled her dress in her hand, and breathed feebly and helplessly, "Grandpa…"
Her innocuous, doe eyes pulled him back to reality, and he vehemently denied, "Impossible! She is definitely Qingcheng's daughter."
The maternity test results were conclusive of her blood ties with Mu Qingcheng.
What of the features not being identical?
That was not enough proof of falsehood!
The young man sneered and moved to speak further when Mu Wanrou beat him to it with her sweet call. "Grandpa…"
Her lips were pursed. With face filled with desolation, she helplessly drew near the old man and reached out for his hand. "Since he wants to dissolve our engagement, just let it be. I have no place in his heart, and that is fine with me. I only want to stay by grandpa's side forever, anyway! Which is why, grandpa, you mustn't chase me away. Otherwise, I will miss you terribly. My sole desire is to serve grandpa! It's just…"
The words hung in the air in suspense. Coupled with it, sorrowful tears fell from her lids and soaked her lashes. Her hand slowly shifted to her flat stomach as her lips trembled with unspeakable loneliness.
The old man registered all these in his sight and believed her to be heartbroken from his grandson's declaration of his intention to terminate their betrothal. While there was guilt in his heart, there was also extreme heartache.
His withered hand covered hers, and two glistening pearls of salty tears timely dripped on it.
"What's wrong?!" He panicked.
"Grandpa, what should I do? What about the child in my stomach?" She bit her lower lip. With great determination, she put on a mask of a crumbling face and wailed. "What should I and my child do?"
The old man was immensely startled, his face showing puzzlement. He was unaware of the child she was speaking of!
Mu Yazhe's eyes narrowed, too, and they moved to track her every action, only for them to fall on her flat stomach. For a moment, he did not know what she was scheming of!
She was in pain. With her tear-stained face and clogged throat, her voice trembled in sadness. "Grandpa, I just learned of it. I couldn't believe it at first, but after a few verifications, this good news arrived today. I intended to break the news today, but…"
She raised her wet face to look at the man. Her eyes were filled with disappointment and despair. "Ah Zhe doesn't want me anymore, and that's fine, but this child in my stomach, doesn't he want it?"
With a bang , the old man's mind exploded in white light.
She was pregnant!
Could it be that she was pregnant with his grandson's progeny?
Hearing those words, Mu Yazhe's eyes widened slightly, and then his face froze.
She… is pregnant?