I’m Pregnant, It’s Yours

The winter chill outside was biting, even without the howling northwest wind. The few degrees of temperature were enough to make anyone shiver.

Due to the cold, Fang Zhou changed the location, leading Qiao Sisi to the indoor greenhouse, which was much warmer than the outdoor garden.

Qiao Sisi felt a thrill at his thoughtfulness, but his words quickly shattered her illusion.

“If you have something to say, just say it.”

His gaze was calm, expressionless, cold as ice.

When he looked at her, it was as if all emotion had frozen, leaving no trace of warmth.

Even the anger that had once burned seemed extinguished by a blizzard, leaving no trace.

He seemed like a stranger, entirely different from the man she once knew.

Qiao Sisi suppressed her discomfort, striving for calm.

“I’m here because I have something important to say. Even if you don’t want to talk, you can’t deny this.”

She searched her phone, finally showing him a photo.

“This is what I want to say.”

He glanced at the photo: a white stick with two red lines.

He frowned, asking, “Is this… a positive test?”

Wasn’t the pandemic long over? Why would anyone still test?

Qiao Sisi laughed in exasperation, quickly pocketing her phone, facing him, and saying clearly, “It’s not a virus test; it’s a pregnancy test.”

“I’m pregnant, with your child. Understand?”

Simple, direct words, impossible to misinterpret.

Yet, his frown deepened, eyes filled with confusion.

“How could that be? I don’t even know you. How could you be pregnant with my child?”

To him, it was absurd. How could two strangers have a child?

Qiao Sisi’s expression froze, scrutinizing him.

His disbelief seemed genuine, even she, a professional actress, was impressed.

“You’re still pretending not to know me? You won’t even acknowledge your child?”

“A month ago, you were with me, and now you deny it?”

“Do I need to show you a video to make you admit it?”

In her frustration, words spilled out unchecked.

His expression grew serious, raising a hand to stop her.

“No, I don’t want to see it. With today’s tech, anything can be faked.”

“So you still don’t believe me? You think I’d lie about the father?”

Qiao Sisi remained composed, fearing not his disbelief, but his pretense of ignorance.

Now, Fang Zhou fell silent.

The woman before him, stylish and poised, didn’t seem like a fraud.

He pondered the possibility.

Qiao Sisi watched intently, seeking any hint of realization.

But all she got was, “Sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me.”

His sincerity was undeniable, even offering help.

“If you need, I can help you report it.”

His demeanor was flawless, like a model citizen.

Despair gripped Qiao Sisi, like a mirage in the desert, vanishing as she reached it.

Did he truly refuse to acknowledge the child?

Her trump card had no effect, leaving her at a loss.

If Fang Zhou once cared, turning to hate after the plateau incident, she could accept it.

But now, she couldn’t accept his indifference.

Nor could she accept returning to parallel lives, never intersecting.

Qiao Sisi had pondered how to win him back, knowing her actions were unforgivable.

But even her last resort failed to sway him.

As he turned to leave, Qiao Sisi grabbed his wrist.

“We… if necessary, we can do a DNA test, okay?”

Fang Zhou turned, looking at her.

In that moment, he saw the proud woman transformed, head bowed like a wilted flower.

Her eyes were humble, pleading silently.

A surge of emotion filled Fang Zhou, his heart clenching painfully.

It wasn’t his will, but a deep-seated instinct.

His body ached for her, his mind trying to understand the unexpected emotion.

“You…”

His eyes held confusion, not understanding his reaction.

Logic told him they were strangers, better apart.

The conflict left him rooted, unable to move.

The greenhouse’s atmosphere grew heavy.

They stood silent, tension thick as liquid, unyielding.

Then the door opened.

Someone entered.

Both turned, faces changing, exclaiming, “What are you doing here?”