"That's for the best; not being pregnant with Yu Xiuzhun's child is a blessing amidst misfortune. Even if you were, this child absolutely cannot stay!"
Qin Youxuan turned and sat back on the sofa, reaching for a throw pillow to prop under her chin.
Her gaze became serious as she looked at Ye Mingmei, who was stunned.
"I know saying this might make you uncomfortable, make you think I'm too heartless. I'm a mother too, yet I speak such cruel words. But if you knew what Yu Xiuzhun is doing now, you might not think so."
"...What do you mean?"
Ye Mingmei stiffened, her eyes blankly fixed on Qin Youxuan.
Her palms silently clenched.
Even if Qin Youxuan didn't say it, she knew what Yu Xiuzhun is doing now isn't anything good; she just couldn't imagine what more outrageous things Yu Xiuzhun might have done.
