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Song Menghwa turned around to order the butler, "Go have the chef prepare some delicious meals."

Then he turned back around to ask Song Qingchun, "Qingchun, what kind of food do you want to eat? Name any dish you want, and I’ll have the chef prepare it immediately!"

Song Qingchun, who was beyond confused, didn’t dare to inhale, much less name a dish. Song Menghwa took this as a sign that Song Qingchun wasn’t particularly in the mood for anything, so he took matters into his own hands and had the butler order the chef to prepare all of Song Qingchun’s favourite food. Before the butler left, Song Menghwa even added, "Remember to tell them hold the seasoning and spicy stuff. A pregnancy mother’s body is already heated, so better stay away from spicy food."

After butler left, Song Menghwa turned back to Song Qingchun. He was as happy as if he had just signed a million dollar contract. No, that was wrong. How could his precious grandchild be compared to a million dollar contract? His grandchild was priceless.

Song Menghwa looked at Song Qingchun, and he could already see a fair and bubbly baby smile at him. Instantly, he chuckled mirthfully before asking in a voice that was bursting with joy, "Qingchun, how many months along are you?"

What is wrong with Dad? Has he lost his mind due to this thing between me and Su Zhinian? Song Qingchun looked at Song Menghwa, and there was tears in her eyes.

...

Song Qingchun aside, none of the people in the hall could understand what was happening. It was as if the staff that fell on Su Zhinian also hit them all on the head.

Who can tell us what is going on? The father of this incestuous relationship is not going to stop it, and he’s angry because his children plan to take away this fruit of evil?

...

Since Song Qingchun didn’t answer him, Song Menghwa assumed that she had just found out that she was pregnant and hadn’t gone to the hospital for a check-up yet. Then again, since that bastard son of his had already suggested abortion, why would she go for the check-up?

Song Menghwa suddenly felt a flame surge through his body. He whipped his head around to stare daggers at Su Zhinian. He huffed angrily at him before turning around to transform into a smiling, kind father. "Qingchun, tell me, have you gone to the hospital for your pregnancy check-up yet?"

Then Song Menghwa turned to Qin Yinan to order, "Yinan, quickly call Ol’ Zhao to get him here to give our Qingchun an immediate check-up..."

Just as Qin Yinan pulled out his phone to make the call, Song Qingchun finally mumbled, "That... that won’t be... necessary... I’ve already... been... to the... hospital..."

Song Qingchun stammered through her words before she found her voice again. "...The baby is now seven-weeks old."

Seven weeks... Meaning in less that 8 months, I can see my grandchild already? Song Menghwa started laughing jovially. It was then that Song Menghwa realized the confused and awkward situation around him.