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... p> Zhang Gengshan glanced at Pei Qin, who was inspecting the sauce jars. The young master truly wore his heart on his sleeve for his wife, yet she paid no mind to these frivolous suitors.

Pei Qin couldn’t be bothered to deal with them. To someone of Mo Heng’s caliber, these men were not even worth noticing. Cleaning up after them would only make her seem like a bully, though she often enjoyed it.

Now, Li Bao Lian reckoned that even if Pei Qin was pregnant, Mo Heng would still sne ...

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