1790. Sign the divorce papers!
Ye Tongtong seemed to not fully grasp the meaning of his words, pausing briefly: "What's wrong with you?"
Ye Zhuoming's expression was a mix of emotions, his eyes intensely fixed on her: "Then what position do you put me in? You say you returned because the Old Madam is ill, so with or without me, it's the same, right?"
"Heh!"
Ye Tongtong looked at him in shock, a cold laugh escaping from her lips:
"Young Master Ye, are you joking with me? You ask what position I put you in. Then what position do you put me in with your flings, getting another woman's belly big?"
Ye Zhuoming's face changed, momentarily at a loss for words.
Seeing Ye Zhuoming suddenly fall silent, Ye Tongtong knew she'd hit a sore spot.
It seems Su Ruoyun hadn't lied. The child in her belly was indeed Ye Zhuoming's.
Her hands hanging by her sides suddenly clenched tightly, and Ye Tongtong instinctively grabbed at the fabric covering her abdomen:
