The heartless beauty is addicted to being licked by a seemingly obedient and loyal dog.

The doctor was stunned for a moment. Seeing the lingering panic in Song Yunqi's eyes, he finally reacted and put the syringe and instruments back on the tray.

"Since you haven't made up your mind, go back and get some rest."

Seeing that he had suddenly come to his senses, the female doctor took off her sterile gloves and mask and made a gentle and lighthearted joke.

"But the cost of our surgery is non-refundable."

"You're already bleeding and the pregnancy is threatened. If you miscarry this time, it will be difficult for you to get pregnant again."

Song Yunqi sat up from the operating table as if she were completely exhausted. Her back, covered by sterile clothing, was soaked with cold sweat and stuck to her skin.

His pale lips were pressed tightly together, yet he seemed unusually less burdened.

This is a breather after surviving a catastrophe.

Twenty minutes is not a long time, but it's enough for the man waiting outside to experience the full flavor of being fried in oil.

When the scarlet indicator light above the operating room door went out, Shen Chonglu practically tumbled to his feet. His tall frame slammed into the corner of the metal reception desk next to him with a dull thud due to the sudden movement.

Ignoring his aching knees, he rushed to the door.

Because he had no experience, he didn't know how long the abortion procedure would take.

They thought twenty minutes would be enough to abort the child.

"Yunqi..."

Song Yunqi was wheeled out surrounded by nurses.

Since no anesthetic drugs were injected, he was unusually clear-headed, though his hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking to his full forehead, revealing a hint of fatigue.

Shen Chonglu's heart skipped a beat; he felt sad but also relieved.

I had expected to see a completely bloodless, pale face, but thankfully the young man looked normal, and his cheeks even had a bit more color than before he entered the operating room. He did not show any weakness from blood loss or severe injury.

He let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Now that things have come to this, there's no point in trying to keep him or forcing him to stay. He's filled with heartache and self-blame for Song Yunxi.

The attending physician held the untouched surgical record in his hand. Seeing Shen Chonglu's pathetic, grief-stricken appearance, he frowned slightly and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

At that moment, Song Yunqi turned her gaze over and coughed lightly.

The doctor immediately understood, swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and simply gave a curt explanation:

"Go back to your ward and lie down. Avoid the wind for the next couple of days."

I thought I would have to stay in the hospital for a while longer.

However, that afternoon, Song Yunqi submitted a discharge application to the hospital.

"No!"

Shen Chonglu refused with a stern face, his body firmly blocking the way in front of the hospital bed.

"You're still in your postpartum confinement period, how can you be discharged from the hospital?!"

"They need to stay in the hospital for at least three days of observation. What if they catch a chill outside and develop a chronic illness?"

Song Yunqi changed her clothes without pausing at all.

After all, he hadn't actually had surgery, and his body had almost fully recovered, so he couldn't just waste time here.

Only after fastening the last button did the young man slowly lift his eyelids, his mockery and sarcasm pouring out without any attempt to conceal them.

"Postpartum confinement?"

"Forgot, who gave me this state of affairs?"

These words were like the heaviest slap in the face, landing hard on Shen Chonglu's cheek.

The man's face turned deathly pale instantly. All his reasoning and tough stance were shattered, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"I have plenty of work to do at the company, and I don't have time to waste with you here."

With that, he walked straight past the other person's stiff body and strode away.

……

In the following month, Song Yunqi's life returned to normal.

Apart from taking the prescribed medication to prevent miscarriage every day, everything else remains the same.

The only difference is that I no longer smoke or drink, and I've reduced the frequency of social engagements, trying to get my routine back to normal.

Quitting smoking and drinking is indeed difficult, but he can endure it for the health of the baby in his womb.

Shen Chonglu took care of all his meals, which were mostly light and easy on the stomach, but the two began to communicate less and less.

Having thoroughly understood her own yearning for that bloodline, Song Yunqi, late one night, succinctly and unilaterally informed Shen Chonglu—

Their sexual relationship ended there.

Having suffered enough from his near-miscarriage, he certainly wouldn't dare to engage in intimate relationships so casually again.

In the first few months, the pregnancy was unstable, so I didn't dare to do anything reckless. Even though the cravings became stronger and more unbearable, I could only grit my teeth and endure it.

He knew all too well the enormous power behind Shen Chonglu. If that man found out the child was alive, he would inevitably face a dramatic custody battle within a wealthy family.

With Song Yunqi's current strength, she simply cannot compete with the Shen family, the richest family in the country.

Since that's the case, it's better to keep it completely a secret.

Once he's dealt with that madman Lu Jinci and cleaned up the mess with Shen Chonglu, he'll find an excuse to go abroad to give birth.

This child can only belong to Song Yunxi alone.

……

Inside the VIP rooms of the top-tier KTV, soundproof walls completely swallowed up the noise.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of expensive liquor, cigars, and various high-end perfumes. On the luxurious leather benches, the bodies of several young men and women were piled up.

Lu Jinci sat right in the center.

The buttons on his haute couture shirt were ripped open, revealing his well-defined chest covered with numerous suggestive marks. In his hand, he held a half-full glass of whiskey filled with crushed ice.

A heavily made-up woman with a hot figure was straddling his strong thighs, feeding him a mouthful of wine with her red lips, while a group of young men and women around them started to make a fuss.

The other men and women were not to be outdone, and they fawned over him, touching and teasing him all over, creating a scene that was utterly disgraceful.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the gold-trimmed door of the private room was violently kicked open, the latch slamming against the wall and teetering on the verge of collapse.

The lively atmosphere inside the room suddenly froze, and many people were startled by the sudden commotion and cried out, turning their heads to look.

Song Yunxi stood in front of the door, her gaze sweeping across the pile of white flesh on the sofa without any ripples, finally settling on the man in the main seat.

"Having just rolled back from Myanmar, I'm already eager to plunge headlong into this gentle paradise."

Song Yunqi took half a step forward, smelled the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol filling the room, subconsciously frowned, covered her nose, and looked disgusted.

"Lu Jinci, aren't you afraid of dying here one day?"

Even after being caught red-handed by his fiancée, Lu Jinci's handsome face showed no sign of panic.

He lazily shifted his position, leaning back on the sofa, and raised his hand, gesturing for the woman straddling him to get off.

Seeing this, the woman didn't even have time to straighten her clothes, and hurriedly pulled her skirt aside.

"What's wrong? Is President Song unhappy?"

Lu Jinci's slender fingers gently twirled around the rim of the wine glass, the ice cubes clinking together with a crisp sound.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his peach blossom eyes filled with a cynical air, and looked at the cold-faced young man at the door with a half-smile:

"You're out having affairs, but you won't let me touch you. What's wrong with me coming here to relieve my pent-up desire?"

As he spoke, he chuckled softly, his chest heaving, his tone carrying a hint of reckless roguishness:

"How can there be a system where officials are allowed to set fires while ordinary people are forbidden even to light lamps?"

After Lu Jinci finished speaking, he crossed his long legs, placed the wine glass heavily on the coffee table, and clapped his hands at the men and women on both sides who dared not make a sound.

"Since Yunqi is so interested in personally checking up on things in the middle of the night, that's perfect..."

He raised an eyebrow, a wicked and lewd glint in his eyes, and stared directly at her.

"I'm having a great time here."

"Sweetie, would you like to join in? Let's have some fun together!"

Song Yunqi looked down at Lu Jinci, her cool voice devoid of much variation, and spoke calmly to the others:

"Get out, everyone."

Several men and women, who were tugging at their clothes, looked at each other, hesitating whether to obey his orders, but they were afraid of offending the man in the main seat, so none of them dared to make a move.

In the entertainment districts of Beijing, they dared not disobey Song Yunqi, the young mistress of the Lu family. But now that it was Lu Jinci's territory, no one dared to make a move without his permission.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jinci let out a low, mocking laugh.

He pulled his long legs back from the sofa armrest, leaned forward, and casually grabbed a wet wipe from the table, slowly wiping his fingertips where the woman had just touched them.

"Alright, didn't you hear Yunqi speak? Get out."

As soon as Lu Jinci finished speaking, the group of people felt as if they had been granted a pardon. Without daring to delay for a moment, they scrambled to grab their coats and bags that had fallen on the carpet, lowered their heads and pressed themselves against the wall, and surged out of the door like a tide.

The once noisy room suddenly fell silent as the last person left.

Lu Jinci casually crumpled the tissue he had used to wipe his hands into a ball and tossed it aside.

He stood up, stepped onto the soft carpet, and walked step by step to Song Yunxi. Because his shirt buttons were undone, the red marks on his chest from being scratched by fingernails were clearly visible.

The two were very close, and the strong aroma of liquor emanating from Lu Jinci wafted over them.

"Coming to see me in the middle of the night, that's not like you."

Lu Jinci raised his hand, his well-defined fingers reaching out to touch Song Yunqi's chin, but she deftly turned her head to avoid it.

He wasn't annoyed. He casually put his hands into his pockets, the curve of his lips deepening, but the cold light in his peach blossom eyes clung to the young man's face like a snake.

"As a married man, you stayed overnight at the Pink Mansion in Shanghai every night recently, behaving arrogantly and unrestrainedly. I have heard about these things."

Lu Jinci took a step closer, his warm breath brushing against Song Yunqi's ear, his tone low and lingering:

"What? Are those little ducks so appealing to you? Enough to make you, as the young mistress of the Lu family, linger there every day?"

Song Yunqi stood ramrod straight.

A month ago, faced with Lu Jinci's provocative humiliation, he certainly wouldn't have tolerated it and would have attacked directly. But things are different now.

With a baby in her belly, if she really fought with this madman, he would definitely suffer.

His thumb, hanging limply at his trousers, pinched his fingertips to suppress the nausea rising in his stomach. The smell of alcohol and the heavy, mixed scent of perfume were constantly testing his already tense nerves.

Song Yunqi took a half step back, creating an unsafe distance between them.

"If Young Master Lu feels that I have tarnished your reputation, you are free to call off the engagement."

"My father has always wanted a grandson. If you're willing to agree, there are plenty of people lining up to enter the Lu family. There's no need to cause trouble for me."

Upon hearing these discouraging words, Lu Jinci's smile vanished.

"break off an engagement?"

He leaned forward, his body exuding an intense sense of oppression, enveloping Song Yunqi in shadow.

Reach out and grab the doorknob behind the other person, completely blocking their escape route.

"Song Yunqi, once you enter the Lu family's gates, you are mine in life and in death you will be buried in the Lu family's ancestral graves."

"You think you can just pack up and leave to find that kept man you're having an affair with? Or that little plaything you're keeping at the mansion?"

The man's face was inches away, his breath hot and spicy with the tang of whiskey.

Song Yunxi's gaze fell on his bare chest, her eyes filled with disgust.

"I didn't come here today to listen to you rant."

He pulled a document from his briefcase and handed it directly to Lu Jinci. It contained the names and addresses of all the well-known churches in China, as well as the styles and positioning of several high-end luxury brands.

These were all sent to his company by Lu Qingyuan's butler.

He emphasized again and again that this was the old man's order.

"My father has said that the wedding date is set for the second half of the year, and we should book the church and wedding dress in advance."

"I don't want to waste time on this. You can handle it yourself."

Lu Jinci did not take the materials, since he had personally selected and organized them, and he knew them by heart. He had made more than a dozen backups of them.

Listing these out is purely to see what young people like.

After all, he didn't care about the form or scale of the wedding, as long as the groom was himself and Song Yunqi.

He sensed that Song Yunqi seemed a little off tonight.

He curled his lips into an ambiguous smile.

If he had held her in his arms like this normally, she would have slapped him long ago, and would never have been so docile as she was now.

No, it can't be called docile.

To be precise, the young man was still defensive, always consciously or unconsciously protecting his hands in front of him, as if he was on guard against something.

That posture was extremely discreet.

But in Lu Jinci's eyes, who was skilled in combat and observation, it seemed abrupt.

After all, they had known each other for over twenty years, and he knew all of Song Yunqi's little tricks; she had never had this habit before.

"Song Yunxi, what are you afraid of?"

The man let out a dangerous low growl and suddenly reached out to grasp Song Yunqi's hand, which was pushing against his chest.

The young man's wrists were slender with distinct knuckles, yet they were as cold as ice.

"I feel like something's off about you tonight."

As Lu Jinci spoke, his lips almost touched Song Yunqi's neck, his gaze fixed on the young man's Adam's apple, which trembled slightly as he suppressed nausea, and his tone became more teasing and flirtatious:

"Why are you in such a hurry to see me? What? You can't wait to marry me?"

The aggressive, rough fingertips moved up the wrist, as if to caress the young man's side waist.

The oppressive aura emanating from Lu Jinci overwhelmed Song Yunqi, causing her stomach to churn and her anxiety to grow that the baby's existence had been discovered.

He gritted his teeth and forcefully shook off Lu Jinci's arm that was restraining him.