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An Ning was shocked. Although she had come prepared to tell everything to Jiang Xiushan today, she still couldn't help but panic when she was suddenly discovered by him.

Holding back her desire to reach out and protect her lower abdomen, An Ning showed an extremely bright smile on her face. She then raised her arm and gently pushed against the surface of the river.

"What's the matter with you?"

Jiang Jia Han regained his consciousness after seeing An Ning's actions. He looked at her as if he had just woken up from a dream, his eyes filled with disappointment, suspicion, and anger.

"You … "Pregnant?"

When he opened his mouth, he found that his voice had become hoarse for some reason. It was as if he had not spoken for a very long time. His heart felt like it was being pulled by a rope and was twitching in pain.

The smile on An Ning's face disappeared. Jiang Jia Han knew that he was pregnant, but what did the expression on his face mean? An Ning couldn't see any happiness on his face, and her heart gradually sank. Could it be that Jiang Jia Han didn't want this child?

Although she had many thoughts in her mind, An Ning did not reveal them on her face. She remained silent for a moment.

However, Jiang Jia Han misunderstood An Ning's silence, thinking that she didn't dare to speak to him, and the guesses in her mind gradually formed. Jiang Han was like a big hand that had been punched, and shock and pain appeared on his face.

An Ning lowered her head. She didn't notice the change in Jiang Jia's mood, she only heard his trembling voice.

"Is, is it Hope's child?"

God knows how much effort it took for Jiang Jia Han to voice out his doubts and not rush out to beat Xu Wang up. Jiang Jian prayed in his heart that An Ning would immediately answer his question.

But, Jiang Jianxin took a step back, if it wasn't the child he was hoping for, then who could it be? He had been separated from An Ning for such a long time. It was impossible for her to be pregnant before the divorce.

An Ning looked at Jiang Xiushan in disbelief, not knowing why he had asked this question. Could it be … An Ning's mind could not help but move in another direction. Did Jiang Jia not want this child? Did he ask the question to show that he hoped it was not his child?

An Ning didn't know, nor did she know if she should tell Jiang Jia that she was actually his child. How would Jiang Jia react?

Jiang Jia took a step back and gasped deeply as if she couldn't take it anymore. The shocked expression on her face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a gloomy and cold one.

An Ning's silence made him even more certain that the child in her womb was not his, but was something she hoped for. An Ning didn't know how to explain this fact to him, so she remained silent.

"Hur hur, you don't need to say it anymore. I understand."

Jiang Jia gently smiled, but his smile didn't contain any happiness. Instead, it was filled with an unrelenting coldness, as if a voice from hell had just sounded.

An Ning couldn't help but shiver. She looked up at Jiang Jia with suspicion, but before she could say anything, Jiang Han viciously kicked over the table in the middle of the room. A bunch of teacups and plates fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

An Ning jumped in fright. Her heart tightened as she hurriedly covered her stomach and retreated, afraid that she would hurt her child. After Jiang Xiushan coldly kicked over the table, he did not move. He coldly glanced at An Ning before leaving in large strides.

The waiter who had rushed over just in time to see him, and wanted to ask him what had happened, but was immediately silenced by Jiang Jia's ice-cold gaze. He carefully hid in the corner and let Jiang Xihan leave, then walked into the room.

"Miss? "Miss!"

The waiter shouted a few times, and only then did An Ning, who was immersed in what had just happened, come back to her senses.

"I'm sorry, may I ask what happened here?"

She didn't know how she should reply to that question. It couldn't be that she had to say, "No problem, I just told my father that I'm pregnant. Did he get angry because he didn't want my child?"

"I'm sorry, I will compensate you."

In the end, An Ning did not say anything. Seeing her expression, the waitress guessed that it must be a quarrel between husband and wife. Without further ado, she led An Ning to the front desk to count the accounts.

Everyone in the restaurant had heard the commotion just now. Now that they saw the main character come out, they couldn't help but cast curious gazes at him. The gazes from all four directions caused An Ning to panic. Everything that had happened tonight had happened too quickly, and the cold reaction of Jiang Jia had completely exceeded her expectations. She only wanted to quickly settle these matters and then return home.

After counting the accounts, it was already 20 minutes later. An Ning had been standing in front of the counter with her back straightened and an indestructible posture. Her waist was sore, and her legs were swollen from pregnancy, making her feel more uncomfortable.

An Ning pushed open the restaurant's door and stood in the middle of the street. This shop was a little remote, and the street lamps at the entrance were all lit up or extinguished. The cold night wind blew, and An Ning couldn't help but tighten her collar and take a deep breath.

There wasn't even a taxi here. An Ning had to walk a long way to find one.

An Ning tilted her head as she sat in the back seat, looking as if she was sleeping. The strange neon light shone through the window and onto her face, casting a flickering light board.

"Miss, wake up! "We're here!"

The chauffeur's voice sounded by her ear, but it sounded like a thick layer of glass. Even though An Ning heard it, she felt as if her consciousness was sealed within an endless ocean, making her unable to control her body to respond.

A warm hand suddenly patted her forearm. An Ning abruptly woke up from her stupor. She bounced up from the chair and hit the roof of the car, producing a dull thud.

The driver didn't expect An Ning's reaction to be so intense. He stared blankly for a moment before bitterly withdrawing his hand.

"I'm sorry, lady. I just wanted to wake you up. We've arrived at your house!"

An Ning wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. She didn't even have time to rub her aching head. In a fluster, she fished out a red note from her bag and handed it to the driver.

"It's alright, I should have said sorry. Sorry for troubling you. Goodbye!"

An Ning spoke very quickly. In the time that the driver took the money, she had already opened the car door and stepped out.

"Miss, look for money!"

An Ning acted as if she didn't hear anything as she stumbled back into the district. Her head began to ache again. She rubbed her head, but it didn't seem to have any effect of slowing down.