"I'm carrying Jiang Chengyao's child!" Lin Xiya said confidently, "You're a woman too, you should know, right? A child is priceless. I want a hundred million, and I still feel that's too little!"
"Alright then!" Ye Qingci looked at her contemptuously and said, "We won't give you a single cent. Since you have a child, go ahead and give birth. After you give birth and do a paternity test to confirm the child is indeed Jiang Chengyao's, we'll get a lawyer. Whatever the lawyer says the Jiang Family should give you, we'll give. But if the child isn't Jiang Chengyao's, we'll also get a lawyer to sue you for defamation!"
"You... you..." Lin Xiya was trembling with anger.
Ever since she met Jiang Chengyao, he had always granted her wishes, complying to her every whim.
She was confident that her position as Young Madam Jiang was secure.
Who knew, out of nowhere came a Cheng Yaojin, tight-fisted like an iron rooster, unwilling to give her a single penny!
