Not only was her hand stinging, but the man's hand was also very warm.
It seemed he had drunk a lot.
"I'll go make you some hangover soup..."
As soon as Jiang Shiyu moved, Murong Cheng grabbed her wrist. Jiang Shiyu was startled and instinctively shook him off. To her surprise, his grip tightened, and his reaction was so strong that he flung her onto the sofa.
Although the sofa was soft, the man's force was considerable. Her foot hit the coffee table, and Jiang Shiyu winced in pain. Her ankle felt as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. She gasped and scrambled to get up from the sofa, using her hands and feet.
The man, like a heavy mountain, pressed down on her.
The smell of alcohol wafted towards her.
Jiang Shiyu felt a wave of nausea, a strong urge to vomit.
"Murong Cheng, you're drunk. Lie down for a bit, I'll make you some hangover soup..."
Jiang Shiyu reached out to push his chest, trying to move him away.
The man, with one hand, captured both of her small hands and pinned them above her head.
Only a warm yellow floor lamp was lit in the living room. Perhaps because of the soft light, a hint of red also appeared in the man's dark, deep eyes.
After drinking so much, he didn't show any flush on his face.
If it weren't for the drunken look in his eyes, one would hardly notice he had been drinking.
Murong Cheng leaned down.
Jiang Shiyu's small face turned pale, and she averted her gaze.
In the past, the smell of alcohol wouldn't have made her feel so nauseous. But today, the smell of alcohol brought on an especially strong urge to vomit.
It was as if she couldn't even tolerate the smell of blood or grease these past few days; the moment she smelled them, she felt like throwing up.
Jiang Shiyu lifted the tip of her tongue, pressing it against the roof of her mouth to suppress the urge to vomit. "Murong Cheng, don't do this..."
"Don't? Did you say the same thing to him?! Don't?!"
The man's voice, resonating from his upper palate, was very deep and filled with anger, like a roaring lion.
Jiang Shiyu was terrified. "What?! What did you say?"
Him? Who was he?!
What was Murong Cheng talking about!
"Did you say the same thing to Murong Feng? How many times have you kissed him all these years?"
Murong Cheng cupped her jaw, his grip a little firm. Jiang Shiyu, however, felt no pain; her mind was buzzing.
So the man had seen that photo.
Jiang Yurou was truly sparing no effort to harm her.
It was just that Jiang Shiyu couldn't understand how the usually calm Murong Cheng could believe such one-sided talk.
He was a CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire, holding immense power, capable of moving mountains, and his looks and family background were far superior to Murong Feng's...
She might be a little foolish, but she wasn't blind, was she?
"You're drunk..."
"I'm not drunk... Do you still have feelings for him... Why didn't you wait for me..."
The man lay on top of her, his warm breath on her neck, murmuring softly with a hint of complaint, like a child who couldn't get his candy.
Jiang Shiyu felt a pang of heartache mixed with amusement.
For a moment, this scene felt eerily familiar.
The next second, her temple felt like it was being struck by a hammer, causing intense pain.
She hissed and gasped, covering her head with both hands.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?" The man, now mostly sober, lifted her and prepared to carry her out.
Jiang Shiyu chuckled. In an instant, the anger churning in her stomach vanished.
Late at night, and he was still drunk, having been driven home by a chauffeur.
Was he trying to kill her, carrying her out in his drunken state?
Jiang Shiyu soothed the man and went into the kitchen to make hangover soup.
The man took the soup and drank more than half of it. He then took her hand, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Are you angry..."
The man, who was cold and unfeeling in front of outsiders, now resembled a child who had made a mistake, his chin slightly tucked, letting out a soft sound from his nose, full of grievance.
Like a puppy.
"Let's get some sleep!" Jiang Shiyu brushed the stray hairs from his forehead. After he lay down, she took a hot towel and gently wiped his forehead and cheeks.
The man seemed more comfortable and held her hand tightly.
Jiang Shiyu waited until the man was fast asleep before slowly withdrawing her hand.
The man nestled into the pillow. From this angle, she could only see his profile: a high, straight nose, sharp facial lines as if carved, and thin, ruby-red lips pressed together. Up close, his skin was fair and translucent, even more delicate than a woman's.
This wasn't a man; he was clearly a woman who could bring ruin to a nation. kanδん
She must have met Murong Cheng before.
But she couldn't remember where.
What about those fragmented memories?
Was she losing her mind?
She even...
Saw herself being intimate with Murong Cheng...
She had even dreamt of giving birth to a child.
Jiang Shiyu pressed her fingers against her throbbing temples.
It must be the stress from her grandfather's recent death.
She was imagining such absurd things.
The next day, Jiang Shiyu went to the hospital to get some calming medication. After her examination, she expected to receive the medication smoothly, but the doctor informed her, "Miss Jiang, you are pregnant, and you cannot take this medication at the moment."
Jiang Shiyu, who was typing a WeChat message to her manager, trembled upon hearing the doctor's words. Her phone slipped from her hand and smashed onto the floor, shattering.
"What?"
"The test results show a very high level of progesterone in your body. You are definitely pregnant."
Seeing Jiang Shiyu's pale face and shocked expression, devoid of joy, the doctor sighed.
"Sigh, young girls these days don't know how to take care of themselves. If the man doesn't plan to have the child, you must take proper precautions, otherwise, you'll be the one getting hurt..." Jiang Shiyu picked up her phone. It could still be turned on, but the screen was broken, shattered just like her mood.
That one night, it happened only once, how could she have gotten pregnant so easily?
And it had only been a month and a half!
There must be something wrong with the test results.
After leaving the hospital, Jiang Shiyu bought a pregnancy test kit from the pharmacy. She tested three times at home, and all results showed no pregnancy.
As expected, the hospital's test results were incorrect.
How could she have gotten pregnant so easily in just one night?
Jiang Shiyu let out a breath and looked at the test report.
Upon seeing one of the lab results, she frowned.
It indicated that she had been pregnant before. Was this her second pregnancy?
What kind of rubbish hospital was this.
Jiang Shiyu tore up the test report and threw it into the trash can.
In the evening, Jiang Shiyu put Che Che to sleep and was so exhausted she almost fell asleep on the sofa.
The sound of Murong Cheng opening the door startled her awake.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she looked at the man at the entrance.
"You're back..."
The little woman's soft voice instantly dispelled the day's fatigue.
Murong Cheng took off his coat, changed into slippers, and walked towards her, loosening his tie with one hand. "Still not asleep?"
"I was waiting for you..."
"Mm, I know." The man leaned down and kissed her.
The sharp minty scent mingled with masculine hormones.
Jiang Shiyu felt dizzy, almost suffocating.