Liang Nianwei's face stiffened.
Ji Xingtang exclaimed, "What?!"
"Nonsense!" Liang Nianwei snapped, her frustration barely concealed.
Wasn't this deliberately humiliating her? "Sheng Youxia, you—"
"I just picked up a medicinal scent and made a wild guess. After all, I'm not well-versed in traditional Chinese medicine. I thought Miss Liang and Young Mr. Ji were close to a good event, you know."
Now that was cutting. She clearly knew the Ji Family would never let Liang Nianwei in, yet she said it anyway.
Liang Nianwei looked as though she had suffered immense humiliation, her eyes reddening.
"Drinking Chinese medicine has to mean pregnancy?"
"Of course not necessarily," Sheng Youxia continued with a faint smile, "it could also mean contraception."
Liang Nianwei's fists clenched tightly.
She could hear whispers from the surrounding crowd.
"I heard Young Mr. Ji's mother say he's just fooling around with his current fling."