Who Was the Father of the Child?!
Bai Xiaoche smiled and said firmly, "I've already prepared myself. Don't worry about me."
Although she was saying this to Liu Xiangdong, it was obvious she wanted Wang Yue to hear it.
There were all kinds of pills in Wang Yue's spatial inventory: pills that could make people younger, pills that could extend their lives. He had just about everything.
Besides, time meant nothing to Wang Yue. Bai Xiaoche's parents were already in their fifties, and even if they lived another fifty years, that was nothing compared to Wang Yue's long lifespan.
At most, Bai Xiaoche would be alone for a few decades. After that, Wang Yue could bring her to his side. Though he still felt sorry for her, he wouldn't stubbornly insist that they spend those few decades together.
So Wang Yue said to Bai Xiaoche very seriously, "No matter how you feel, you're my woman and the mother of my child. So don't keep avoiding me from now on."
Hearing Wang Yue insist on their relationship like that, Bai Xiaoche found it amusing. She was helpless against his possessiveness, so she spoke frankly. "All right. I've always believed that a marriage without the blessing of one's parents can't be happy, and my parents are clearly against us being together. So we're destined not to be together.
"But I said I wouldn't get married, and I definitely won't. I'll be honest with you, too: I won't have another man besides you. You don't need to worry about that."
Liu Xiangdong felt a pang of sadness. He knew it was time for him to leave, so he didn't interrupt them or even say goodbye. He simply turned and walked away.
Wang Yue was at a loss for words at Bai Xiaoche's frankness.