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He felt Song Yinyin’s distance and couldn’t help but feel a burst of disappointment in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan."

Song Yinyin’s face showed obvious alienation, keeping a safe distance from him.

"How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital? Or... shall I help you to the car?" Yan Kejun was very concerned about her.

"No need, I can manage myself."

Song Yinyin shook her head, stood up, and said ’thank you’.

"Yinyin, wait a moment..."

He followed her, holding an umbrella.

Song Yinyin ignored him, walked quickly forward, increasingly faster, even neglecting the fact that she was already pregnant.

Seeing her about to cross the street, Yan Kejun panicked and reached out to grab Song Yinyin’s arm.

"Wait, I have something I want to say to you."

"Yan Kejun, what is there left to say between us? I thought we were a thing of the past, and you should have moved on."

Song Yinyin looked back at him helplessly, "Do you think it’s proper for a newlywed married woman to tug and pull with an unmarried man? If someone sees or the media captures it, it would bring me a lot of trouble."

"..."

Yan Kejun pressed his lips.

He understood her worries, yet there were some things he must remind her.

Seeing him still unwilling to let go, Song Yinyin became somewhat annoyed, and said quietly, "Yan Kejun, I’m saying once more, please let go immediately."

"I won’t."

Yan Kejun insisted on his stance, "If you prefer to spend time entangled like this and not stay with me for even a minute, then today we’ll keep this tug-of-war going, I don’t mind, I have the time to spend on this with you."

Song Yinyin was at a loss for words.

How did Yan Kejun become like this?

Where did that once spirited man go?

Just as she was about to reject him sternly again, she suddenly recalled something.

She remembered that in country S, her father had told her about the grudges and grievances between the Yan brothers and her parents...

Perhaps, Yan Kejun knew something after all?

Her heart sank, and she decided to probe Yan Kejun, thus changing her mind.

She looked across the street, where there happened to be a small coffee shop, and pointed to it, saying, "Alright, let’s go sit in that coffee shop."

She walked ahead.

Yan Kejun followed closely.

After sitting down, Yan Kejun eagerly said, "I’ll get you a latte, I remember you like lattes."

But Song Yinyin shook her head and said, "I don’t drink coffee, I’m pregnant."

’I’m pregnant’ — these four words were like a hammer, heavily striking Yan Kejun’s heart.

Over these months, he had been numbing himself, thinking that as long as he persisted, one day Song Yinyin would change her mind.

But reality proved that he was wrong.

He was utterly, completely wrong.

She hated him, absolutely hated him...

Hated him so much, there was no possibility of forgiveness.

The disappointment in his heart was beyond words.

He silently lowered his head, his face full of defeat.

The waiter came over at this moment, and Song Yinyin said, "I’d like a juice, at room temperature."

Yan Kejun ordered an American coffee.

After the waiter walked away, Song Yinyin finally looked up and asked, "By the way, let me ask you something, do you know about the past between my mother and your father?"

"Your mother and my father?"

Yan Kejun was stunned.

"Don’t you know that back then they..." Song Yinyin stopped speaking halfway through.

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