Jian Qing looked at the little dress in her hand, her smile deepening, "So you let him come here every day to sew dresses. Does he already know about your unborn child?"
Xiya shook her head, "He doesn't know. How could I possibly tell him about this? That would just give him an excuse to stick around."
"That's odd, the child is not his. Why is he willing to sew dresses here? Did you accidentally let something slip?" Jian Qing asked curiously.
"Impossible." Xiya said firmly, "I've been very careful about this. There's no way I could have let anything slip."
If he knew about it, how could he possibly stay calm and not confront her?
Jian Qing asked, "You lied to him and told him you were a month behind. What will you do when you reach your due date and the child is born?"
In her opinion, no secret can be kept forever, and Khan is not a fool.
"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. Worst comes to worst, I'll just say the baby was born prematurely." Xiya retorted.
