Shen Lang could no longer maintain her calm facade. The pain in her lower abdomen was like death by a thousand cuts, scraping away at her flesh... It felt like something was about to disappear.
She frantically called out to the system in her mind, 'Isn't the child fake? What is going on?!'
Before the system could answer, the pressure on her abdomen intensified—
Tiny beads of sweat broke out on Shen Lang's forehead. Her face was deathly pale, but she couldn't break free from his hand.
"You...?"
Jiang Yu's bloodshot eyes bore into hers, which had dimmed considerably. His body went rigid for a moment.
The next instant, a faint smile graced his lavish, crimson lips. His long lashes drooped slightly as he said slowly,
"We can have more children, Yin'er..."
His tone was pious and intoxicatingly tender, like he was softly coaxing a sick lover to take her medicine. But this medicine was laced with a deadly poison, its chill slowly seeping into Shen Lang's bones.
