A sharp pain seized Li Axiu's chest. If Qin Mei got pregnant, forget the rest of the Jie Family—Qiao Yanqiu would surely treasure her.
"Qin Mei won't get pregnant," Li Axiu said.
Lin Yaru was stunned. "Why won't Qin Mei get pregnant? You mean there's something wrong with her?"
The thought was a sudden glimmer of hope for Lin Yaru, who felt like she had been struggling on the brink of despair.
'Something is wrong with Qin Mei, she can't give Jie Jingchen an heir.' The news was so sudden it brought tears of joy to her eyes.
'Come to think of it, that made sense. It had been half a year since Jie Jingchen brought Qin Mei home. All this time, there had been no news of a pregnancy. She must be infertile. Even in another year or two, she probably wouldn't conceive. By then, the Jie Family would surely cast her aside.'
Li Axiu shook her head. "It's not Qin Mei who has the problem. It's Jing Si."
