"I promised your father that as long as you bear Shiheng's child, the position of Li Family Patriarch will belong to your child," Li Tingmo spoke slowly. "With such a great benefit, your father knows how to choose."
Zhuang Jie Ning couldn't help but smirk at Li Tingmo, clinging to a sliver of hope, she said, "Uncle, did you discuss these plans with Li Sihe? His life is hanging by a thread, and you actually think he'd agree to conceive a child with me? Even if he's willing, how can you guarantee that I'll definitely get pregnant?"
"He doesn't need to cooperate," Li Tingmo said, his voice calm.
Zhuang Jie Ning felt colder inside. She understood that in the face of absolute interests, all familial affection becomes fragile and easily shattered. Her father had made his decision, just as Li Tingmo had said.
She is now merely a lamb awaiting slaughter on the board, her life and death out of her own control.
