Ye Xingbei was shocked: "The woman who slept with Song Yingbo, was she married at the time?"
Yao Yaya nodded: "Yes! Beibei, don't doubt your ears, you heard it right!"
Ye Xingbei said incredulously, "So, after that woman got pregnant, she told her husband that she was carrying his child, and her husband became a blissfully ignorant father?"
"Exactly," Yao Yaya sneered, "I figure, back then she couldn't be sure whose child it was, but she only found out after the baby was born."
"Back then, her husband's family was quite well-off, and families with some money needed a son to feel secure."
"Naturally, after she became pregnant, she also wanted to quickly give birth to a son, even though she suspected the child might not be her husband's, she probably had a lucky thought, thinking that she slept with her husband often, and only slept with Song Yingbo once, so the child should be her husband's."
"So, she gave birth to the child."
