Mr. Lu, I am pregnant with your little ancestor

"Be careful, you're pregnant now."

"You don't have to worry about it." She broke off his hand angrily.

He quickly let go of his arms, "If you want me to be nice to Little Pinecone, there is only one possibility, and that is that he is my son."

An Qi's shoulders trembled slightly.

Could this guy be irritating her on purpose? He wanted to force her to tell the truth.

Almost fell for it.

She picked up a tangerine from the table and peeled it.

"It doesn't matter. Little Pinecone has his own father who loves him very much. What does it matter whether your fourth uncle likes him or not? He doesn't like you anyway."

A hint of blush crept into Lu Junyan's eyebrows, "In the Lu family, there is a big difference between a legitimate son and a concubine. I will let him know."

His tone was like a chilly wind, which made An Qi shiver, and she felt an ominous premonition in her heart.

"What's the difference? Why don't I know?"

Lu Junyan's thin lips opened a cold arc of ridicule, "In the Lu family, the lowest status is the bastard's bastard. You will know it soon."

An Qi touched her forehead. She didn't want Pinecone to be treated differently in the Lu family, but it was obvious that Lu Junyan planned to do this and did not want to tolerate her son as before.

……

In the nursing home, Old A has been lying in bed for two full weeks. The New Year is about to take place, and he will soon be poisoned into his bones and become a cripple.

"Has Old S contacted you? How is the antidote going?"

Ali shook his head, "So far, no one has contacted me. Has he forgotten it, or is it difficult to make the antidote?"

Old A's patience is being severely tested, and his temper is on the verge of exploding.

"Idiot, won't you contact him?"

"He always contacts you, and I don't have his contact information. How can I contact him? Why don't you give me your contact information and I can contact him now?"

These words were like a hard bone stuck in Old A's throat, making him unable to swallow or spit it out.

"Forget it, wait two more days."

Lao S dare not forget his matter. The antidote must not have been developed yet.

His time is running out.

"What's going on over there An Qi?"

"Nothing happened?" Ali shrugged, "The New Year is coming soon, and the Lu family is preparing for the New Year."

"During the Chinese New Year, the elders will come over. You take this opportunity to make a fuss and put pressure on Lu Junyan and An Qi." Old A ordered.

"I've been asking about the antidote every now and then, but An Qi said it's still under research." Ali shrugged, "I guess the antidote is difficult to make, after all, some poisons are incurable. "

Old A's face turned blue and white.

Any later and he would be doomed.

"Could it be that it has already been researched and she refused to give it to me? Or maybe they already have the antidote and don't need to research it at all."

Ali said: "No, if they really poisoned you, and they just wanted to teach you a lesson, how could they really make you paralyzed? I'm afraid it wasn't them who poisoned you, but someone else, and that would be troublesome." "

Old A glared at her fiercely, "Of course they did it. Are you stupid? You are still doubting it now."

Ali said: "The key is that there is no evidence. If there was evidence, I would have gone to the elders to complain."

Old A snorted: "They planned this secretly. How could they let you find evidence?"

"Then what's your plan? You can't just lie here and wait for death, right?" Ali asked.

"Of course I won't sit still and wait for death." Old A gritted his teeth.

Ali asked tentatively: "Who do you want to contact, I can help you."

Old A sneered: "No, people will naturally come to find me. Don't think that by locking me here, I can be isolated from the world."