Before long, Chi Mu’s consciousness began to blur.
It felt as if something inside her was clamoring, operating, controlling her.
Her vision grew increasingly unfocused, and her entire body became uncontrollable.
She began to lose control, leaning into Duan Yanxing’s embrace.
“Mr. Duan…”
The man gazed at the soft, delicate girl in his arms, his dark eyes deepening with affection, tinged with a hint of morbid darkness.
“Shh, my dear, sleep well.”
“When you wake up, you’ll be mine.”
His voice was filled with indulgence. He stroked Chi Mu’s head, pulling her petite body closer, then lifted her into his arms.
All the way, Duan Yanxing carefully cradled the fragile girl in his arms, as if afraid of hurting her with too much force.
Only after reaching the top floor, passing through the long corridor, and entering his private quarters did he gently lay her on the bed that belonged to them.
Outside the window, a torrential downpour raged, with flashes of lightning and thunder, making the already quiet room feel even more oppressive, yet inexplicably peaceful in this moment.
He lowered his head, his warm fingertips tracing the girl’s smooth, delicate skin.
The sensation was so exquisite, it made him want to linger.
But he dared not take any more intimate actions.
Because he didn’t want to scare his fragile darling away again.
Although this time he had the absolute ability to control everything about her, he clearly had no intention of doing so. He wanted to leave her with the impression of the perfect husband.
Whatever she liked, he could become that for her.
So, until she accepted him, he could only spend time alone with her in this way, leaving room for everything to turn around.
He couldn’t bear to let his darling suffer even the slightest harm.
If she hadn’t chosen to escape and resist again a few months ago, how could he have brought himself to implant that chip in her body, or let her forget him and accept a completely new version of himself?
Three years. He had searched for her day and night for three years. When he discovered she had faked her death to escape him, he wasn’t angry—more than anything, he felt heartache and regret.
In the past, he had caused her so much pain. She had every reason to do this. It was all his own doing, and he couldn’t blame anyone else.
Fortunately, heaven took pity.
He had actually found her!
The joy of reuniting after such a calamity made it hard for him to calm the excitement in his heart.
What he felt most grateful for was that she had chosen to give birth to their child.
“Wanwan…” he murmured, his gaze infatuated and longing as he stared at the delicate girl in his arms. “When you wake up, you’ll forgive me.”
His eyes were slightly red, sore and damp.
He had searched for her for three years.
He had never stopped missing her.
He loved her to the point of madness.
And to earn her forgiveness, he had been restraining his inner impulses and desires with immense effort.
That overwhelming possessiveness surged like a flood or a wild beast.
He was, after all, a mad and morbid man. If he could, he wished he could meld her into his bones and blood, fuse her into his very soul.
But reason told him he couldn’t.
Because his little princess’s heart had been shattered by him.
He had to wait until she resolved her feelings toward him before he could truly have her.Duan Yanxing’s fingers brushed over her delicate face, planting a kiss on her forehead, his voice hoarse and magnetic: “Wanwan, from now on, I will spend my whole life making it up to you.”
With that, the man leaned down, pressing his forehead against Chi Mu’s, their noses touching, breaths intertwining.
His warm breath fanned across Chi Mu’s cheeks, tickling her.
“Darling, if I could, I really want to kiss you.”
He wanted to kiss her.
Desperately so.
But he didn’t dare touch her.
Because he feared that the slightest overstep would cause his darling to flee from him once again.
He couldn’t bear it.
Even knowing her memories were incomplete.
Even knowing she would completely forget those things upon waking.
He still couldn’t bear it.
Because he didn’t want her to suffer even the slightest grievance.
He didn’t want to frighten his darling, his little princess, again.
He didn’t even have the courage to touch her.
Duan Yanxing slowly opened his eyes, his gaze burning and focused as he stared at the sleeping girl before him.
His arms braced on either side of Chi Mu, his long, powerful legs half-kneeling by the bed, maintaining distance.
Chi Mu’s eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling as if immersed in a dream.
Looking at his delicate wife beneath him, Duan Yanxing’s throat tightened, a flicker of struggle flashing in his eyes.
But in just an instant, he leaned in a little closer.
“Darling, I don’t know how much longer I can control myself.” He extended his thumb, gently stroking Chi Mu’s lips, his gaze tender yet morbid: “I still want you, what should I do…”
“Darling, will you blame me?”
“But aside from this method, I have no other choice?”
Chi Mu’s brows furrowed slightly, as if stirring awake, yet her eyes remained closed, not fully rousing.
She turned over, nestling into the man’s embrace, her long legs instinctively wrapping around his slender waist.
Seeing this, a faint curve lifted the corner of Duan Yanxing’s lips, and he quickly tightened his arms around her.
Though it was the chip’s control, her initiative still filled him with joy, making his heart race fiercely.
Outside the window was a thunderstorm, while inside, the dim, hazy lamplight created an intimate atmosphere.
But Duan Yanxing was still in no hurry for this moment, after all, the chip inside her would soon be implanted with new memories to replace the past.
Only then would she fully trust him.
He had waited too long for this moment, until the optimal date, to implant it into Chi Mu’s body.
He wanted to see that scene.
He wanted to hear her call him ‘husband,’ he wanted to watch her bloom before him.
He wanted to possess both her body and heart.
He was nearly going mad with desire.
But he couldn’t rush; he had to proceed step by step, making her willingly surrender herself.
Outside, the rain poured down like a raging flood, while inside, the internal phone suddenly rang, a subordinate’s voice coming through the line: “Master Duan, Miss Lin and Young Master Chi Yu have arrived.”
Hearing this, Duan Yanxing’s deep eyes narrowed slightly.
Then, he lowered his head to look at the sleeping girl in his arms, gently kissing her forehead before turning and leaving the bedroom door.
The servants and black-clad subordinates at the doorway stood in a row with bowed heads, respectfully calling out upon seeing him: “Master Duan.”
Duan Yanxing slightly raised his gaze, his tone cold and distant: “Take good care of Madam. If she wakes up later, notify me immediately.”
“Yes, Master Duan,” the servants replied respectfully.Afterwards, Duan Yanxing walked through the long corridor, pressed the elevator button, and went downstairs.