Chapter 509 - 142 Pitiful and ridiculous, who is the most naive_7
Jinxian spoke while nudging the sensitive spot on his body. Yun Shen, drunk and disoriented, felt a fire inside him stoked by her provocation. Jinxian used all her skills of seduction, and Yun Shen’s breathing suddenly deepened as he flipped her underneath him.
He looked at her with hazy eyes, slowly caressing her skin. Jinxian had never seen Yun Shen so tender, and she almost drowned in that gaze.
"Brother Shen..." she said with a gentle smile, offering him her red lips.
Though the night was cold and deep, the balcony burned with heat.
As Yun Shen was lost in desire, she hesitated and then whispered into his ear, "Brother Shen, I have some good news to tell you."
The man’s movements didn’t stop; his lips and teeth traveled along her neck, igniting tremors in her skin and sparking a deep longing within her.
Jinxian silently bit her lip and said in the softest voice, "I’m pregnant, with the fruit of our love, Brother Shen. Are you happy?"
She had thought it over; if she wanted to escape from He An, she needed to rely on Yun Shen. A child was the fastest way to advance, but she feared the example set by Kang Jinse—Yun Shen didn’t like children. However, after some thought, she realized he didn’t dislike children; he disliked the women who bore them. She was willing to bet on what degree of affection Yun Shen had for her... but even as she spoke, she was so nervous that she curled up.
Yun Shen paused in his movements and suddenly looked at her face. The night was blurry, the light flickered, and she hardly dared to meet that gaze, feeling a sudden chill that raised goosebumps on her skin.
A large hand pinched her chin, forcing her to turn and look directly into those deep, black eyes that seemed infinitely cold, making her heart dangle in suspense.
"What did you just say? Say it again." His voice, devoid of any emotion, carried the piercing chill of the night.
Unsure of his intentions, Jinxian repeated herself in a low voice and then looked at him with a hopeful smile, "Brother Shen, this is our child. You will like him, won’t you?"
Yun Shen suddenly laughed, his expression cold and detached. For some reason, Jinxian’s heart began to pound violently.
"You’re the fourth woman to tell me you’re carrying my child," Yun Shen suddenly said.
Jinxian actually started counting on her fingers—Ji Lanyi, Bai Ran, Kang Jinse, wasn’t she indeed the fourth?
Before she could react, Yun Shen got up, picked up the bath towel that had fallen to the floor, wrapped it around himself, and walked toward the inside of the house.
Jinxian quickly scrambled up and trotted after him.
"Brother Shen, don’t you want the child?"
Yun Shen sneered, "Jinxian, are all you women so despicable? Or do you think Yun Shen is so easily deceived, ready to accept any bastard as his own?"
Jinxian’s face paled, "Brother Shen, how can you think that? This really is your child."
"Enough," Yun Shen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, "Get out, and never show your face around me again."
Jinxian’s heart plummeted to the depths. She had lost her bet. Indeed, Yun Shen didn’t like children, and he had even begun to detest her because of the child. Why? Why was that?
Why was he so certain the child wasn’t his? Or had he found something out?
But no matter what, she had to hold on now that things had come to this point.
"Brother Shen, how can you misunderstand me like this? This is your child. How can you be so heartless..." Jinxian’s tears made her look pitifully heartbroken.
However, Yun Shen didn’t even furrow his brow, his face as cold as ice.
"In light of the past, I’ll let this go, but now, leave immediately."
Jinxian clenched her teeth, "Brother Shen, do you want me to die to prove my innocence?"
Yun Shen said indifferently, "Then die."
Jinxian: ...
She left Yun Shen’s bedroom in a wretched state, clutching her fists in resentment.
Why had it come to this?
After all this time, the heart of this man seemed like a cloud—elusive and impossible to grasp.
She was unwilling to accept this.
Yun Shen lay in bed, with the alcohol weighing heavily on him, feeling completely groggy.
Thinking back on the recent events, he found them laughable.
In this world, no woman was worthy of bearing his child anymore.
Yes, four women had once said the same thing to him.
"I am carrying your child."
The first time, he was overjoyed, wishing the whole world could celebrate.