Lin Ruyi's eyes opened, and she pretended to struggle as she rose from the sickbed. "Cousin Auntie, what are you talking about?"
The shock was evident on her pale face.
"How could my child possibly be Ji Chun's!"
She was already scared and didn't understand why Shu Yun's intuition was so accurate—did she have some evidence in her hands?
"It better not be."
Shu Yun's expression remained cold as she stared at Lin Ruyi, seemingly judging whether she was lying or not. Yet, she couldn't discern the girl's true thoughts, which made Shu Yun somewhat uncomfortable.
"Cousin Auntie, I've never even been in contact with Ji Chun. If I were carrying his child, why would Ji Madam let me stay at their house? Cousin Auntie, you've always been the kindest to me, don't you believe me?"
Lin Ruyi looked at her with pitiful eyes.
The Qin Family still didn't know that Qin Xue was infertile. It was a secret.