Chapter 1321: Whose Child Is It

It was a woman.

She shouldn’t have been scared by Nan Jiaojiao.

Instead, she ran over and knelt down.

When Nan Jiaojiao lifted her foot, the woman instinctively protected her belly and backed away, her whole body trembling with fear.

But when there was no pain, she tentatively opened her eyes, looked up at the person before her, and instantly burst into tears.

“Miss Lu, I beg you, can you give Mr.

Gao to me?

I really can’t endure anymore.”

What’s going on?

Nan Jiaojiao’s mind was blank, but she still stood in front of Lu Zhenzhen.

Just as she was about to speak, a hand reached over from behind and covered her mouth, then stroked her face, moving downwards to her neck.

Lu Zhenzhen pulled her back, “Baby, I’ll handle this.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at Lu Zhenzhen.

When she glanced over, Lu Zhenzhen’s profile was indifferent.

Her hair was tucked behind her ear, revealing large, crescent moon-shaped earrings on her earlobe.

Looking down at the woman on the ground, “Do you recognize me?”

The woman was stunned.

She had just pleaded with Nan Jiaojiao and made a mistake from the start, but upon seeing Lu Zhenzhen now, their eyes met, and she inexplicably felt a chilling fear.

Too flustered to look.

Lu Zhenzhen curled her lips into a smile, “Couldn’t even remember my face, didn’t do your homework well enough.”

The woman shook her head while crying, “I don’t dare, Miss Lu, I know you.

Mr.

Gao told me not to disturb you, but…

enduring a little grievance is nothing, but our child…

does it mean they also have to live with me in the shadows in the future?”

Lu Zhenzhen was momentarily taken aback.

She didn’t look at anyone and kicked the woman’s shoulder.

The woman seemed unprepared for Lu Zhenzhen to act, her body flipped over from the kick.

After realizing it, she immediately protected her belly and kneeled, moving several steps to the side.

She shouted, “Don’t, don’t harm my child…”

Lu Zhenzhen observed coldly, noting the woman’s belly, as large as half a basketball.

“How many months?”

“Fi-five months.”

“Five months,” Lu Zhenzhen smirked, “Well-hidden.”

She looked over at Gao Zhe, whose face was inexplicably tense, “Is it yours?”

Gao Zhe’s face was full of pain, “Zhenzhen…”

And then he was silent.

Lu Zhenzhen deliberately waited for a long time, long enough that, despite being surrounded by people, with a crowd of onlookers gathering nearby, the rushing cars on the road, and the sound of falling leaves twirling in the air above, everything could be heard clearly.

Her heart felt infinitely magnified with emptiness.

After a moment, she smiled, “Explain, as long as you say it’s not true, then I’ll believe you.

Tonight I’ll pretend nothing happened.”

Gao Zhe tried to embrace her, but his hand just extended outwards, Lu Zhenzhen made no move to dodge, but he withdrew his hand.

“Zhenzhen, can I explain this to you later?”

“Who cares for your excuses later on.”

Lu Zhenzhen took a few steps forward, approaching him, her eyes gazing down, like cold blades sweeping over his hands.

“Is the child yours?”

Gao Zhe pressed his lips tightly, not uttering a word.

The woman on the ground, realizing the situation, feared being abandoned and suddenly cried out loudly and emotionally, “Mr.

Gao, you promised!

You promised!

Don’t go back on your word!”

Gao Zhe frowned slightly.

His eyes were only on Lu Zhenzhen.

Watching her mouth curl into an increasingly cold, mocking smile, and her voice grow more distant and chilly: “It really is yours, Gao Zhe—”

“Ha, you’re really something!”

Lu Zhenzhen opened the car door.

A hand reached from behind, grabbing her arm.