Although Madam Cheng did not understand what was going on, she knew something was wrong.
She anxiously grabbed her son's arm. "Haoming, what does this mean? What did he mean by what he just said?"
Cheng Haoming stared at her coldly and hatefully. "It means the child might be your husband's. Is that clear? Do you understand now?"
"What?"
Madam Cheng was so frightened that her legs went limp, and she collapsed onto the floor, her eyes filled with terror and her face deathly pale.
The next second, she crawled back up as if she had gone mad. "No!"
"That's impossible!"
"How could the child possibly be his? How could it possibly be his?"
Cheng Haoming sneered nonstop. "If it isn't his, then why did he secretly arrange to meet Mei Yuxin outside at that time?"
"If it isn't his, why would he give her ten million for no reason?" The more Cheng Haoming thought about it, the more he felt that he had been a complete idiot, the stupidest fool in the entire universe.
"Maybe... maybe... that was payment for her?" Madam Cheng still clung to her final sliver of hope.
"Heh, payment?"
Cheng Haoming laughed mockingly. As he laughed, a ferocious expression appeared at the corners of his eyes.
"Hadn't you already paid her? And would payment have needed to be ten million? Wasn't the agreement you signed with her three million?"
"Besides, you had been handling this entire matter from the beginning. When had he ever gotten involved?"
"Think about it! Ten million, and the eighty million he agreed to give Xiao Qiao without hesitation."
"Do you know what that money was? It was hush money!"
"It was damn hush money!" Cheng Haoming slapped himself hard across the face with a sharp smack, his expression twisted as