Song Qingshu suddenly thought of something and said with a strange expression, "You said just now that you stayed with Duan Zhengchun only to deceive others, but Wang Yuyan is Duan Zhengchun's daughter. Did you two end up making the act real?"
He could not help recalling a joke from his previous life: the peerless beauties in Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils generally came from only two sources. One was Duan Zhengchun's sperm, and the other was Li Qiushui's eggs. Wang Yuyan had both, so it was no wonder Duan Yu had been utterly captivated by her.
"Who told you Yuyan was Duan Zhengchun's daughter?" Li Qingluo flew into a rage.
"Then whose daughter is she?" Seeing her react so fiercely, Song Qingshu was instantly dumbfounded.
"Of course she is my husband's daughter," Li Qingluo replied irritably.
"Are you really sure?" Song Qingshu could not process something so contrary to common sense. Why hasn't this followed the original story? This butterfly effect is truly outrageous.
"How could I possibly not be sure?" Li Qingluo frowned, clearly unable to understand what he was doubting.
"Uh, what I mean is, sometimes pregnancy calculations aren't that accurate..." Song Qingshu had always wondered about something. If a woman slept with different men on two consecutive days and later became pregnant, how could she know whose child it was? In all sorts of films and dramas, women always seemed to know exactly who the father was, but was that really possible in practice?
After hearing Song Qingshu's doubts, Li Qingluo's face turned deathly pale. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and hurled it at his head. "I never even let that man named Duan touch me! How could I possibly be carrying his child!"
"Uh?" Song Qingshu was utterly stunned. This plot was going further and