The middle-aged woman shook her head when she heard Lu Jihan wasn't available: "No, I won't say anything unless I see him in person!"
The butler frowned upon seeing this.
He's seen many like her, people who demand to see Young Master Jinhan with ulterior motives.
Who knows what this woman dressed like a country bumpkin wants? Better to get rid of her quickly.
The butler impatiently waved his hand: "If you won't speak, then don't. In any case, Young Master Jinhan won't see you. Just leave quickly, don't linger here, or I'll call the police."
The middle-aged woman looked scared, let go of the iron bars of the gate, and turned to leave, taking a glance back after every step.
...
When Lu Jihan woke up in the morning, his complexion had improved significantly.
Upon waking, he found Song Yinyin nestled in his arms, and his large hand held tightly by her, resting gently on her belly.
He slept well last night, thanks to Song Yinyin's care.
And, the little baby in her belly.
