By the time Zhong Yi realized she was wiping the wrong place.
It felt like being struck by lightning.
Her entire body froze in place.
Then Jin Chen grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, his tone deep, with flickering flames deep in his dark eyes: “Secretary Zhong, having fun?”
Zhong Yi’s mouth went dry, and she stammered in explanation: “Mr. Jin, I… I wasn’t playing with you…”
“Weren’t? Playing with me?” Jin Chen laughed: “Then why aren’t you letting go?”
Letting go?
Zhong Yi slowly looked down.
Her eyes widened in shock.
She wished she could find a block of tofu to knock herself out with.
She released her hand, a look of utter despair on her face: “Mr. Jin, I really didn’t mean it, you have to believe me.”
Jin Chen directly pressed Zhong Yi onto the sofa, pinning her hands above her head, his dark eyes gazing deeply at her, his scorching breath sweeping over her flushed cheeks: “Secretary Zhong, I suspect you’re playing with fire.”
“I… I’m not…”
Their faces were beyond a safe distance.
If either of them lifted their head just slightly, they would kiss.
Zhong Yi closed her eyes, desperately trying to pull back.
Jin Chen pinched her chin, not allowing her to retreat, and commanded domineeringly: “Open your eyes, look at me.”
Zhong Yi opened her eyes.
Those round, almond-shaped eyes were moist and alluring, so innocent, yet Jin Chen felt inexplicably heated just looking at them.
And the soft fragrance on her body was different from the pungent perfume of those women who used to throw themselves at him.
This one smelled nice.
He didn’t dislike it.
Jin Chen slowed his breathing and, as if bewitched, said: “Secretary Zhong, you really are unique, no wonder I couldn’t control myself.”
“Mr. Jin…”
“About that night, don’t you have anything to say? Like becoming my woman? Like being Mrs. Jin?”
“Is Mr. Jin trying to compensate me?” Zhong Yi didn’t quite understand.
“You could say that.”
Jin Chen waited for her answer.
It was almost a clear hint.
She could seduce him.
Who knew Zhong Yi would play an unexpected card.
“Then… then Mr. Jin can give me a check.”
She had spent quite a bit on gynecological exams and medicine, and she had lost wages from taking time off, plus her perfect attendance bonus.
Jin Chen laughed in frustration: “Secretary Zhong, what about your ambitions?”
“My ambition is to make money.” Zhong Yi said sincerely.
So foolish.
Jin Chen took a deep breath, his thumb lightly brushing her lips: “Would I mistreat you if you were with me?”
Her lips were so soft.
Jin Chen really wanted to relive the taste of that night.
He didn’t know what magic this woman had that could make him so infatuated, even to the point of behaving so strangely.
Just as Jin Chen was about to kiss her, Zhong Yi suddenly felt nauseous, pushed Jin Chen off the sofa, and rushed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
Gag—
Jin Chen seemed stunned by the fall, unable to believe that Zhong Yi had actually pushed him away.
Hearing the sounds coming from the bathroom, his expression turned as colorful as a spilled paint palette.
Was he that bad?
The first time he took the initiative, and she actually vomited?
Damn woman!
Jin Chen had never endured such humiliation before.
He got up from the floor and left without looking back.
Jin Chen’s car had been waiting outside the whole time.
After getting in, Lu Zhe sensed that the man behind him had a very low pressure, as if he was angry with someone.
But since Jin Chen had just come out of Zhong Yi’s house, Lu Zhe had no doubt who he was angry with.
He glanced back and noticed a red mark on the CEO’s forehead, exclaiming in surprise: “Mr. Jin, how did you get hurt on your forehead?”
After asking, he noticed Jin Chen was even angrier.
“Drive!”
It happened after being pushed down by Zhong Yi.
Jin Chen didn’t want to mention it.
…
Zhong Yi vomited for a few minutes until her stomach finally settled a bit. After rinsing her mouth, she opened the door and went out.
But the house was empty—Jin Chen was already gone.
Zhong Yi sat on the sofa, her mind a tangled mess.
Was Mr. Jin about to kiss her just now?
Why would he want to kiss her?
Zhong Yi swallowed, her fingers touching her lips, where the sensation of his thumb rubbing against them seemed to linger.
Mr. Jin actually…
Ugh—
Zhong Yi covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom again.
After vomiting, she looked at her pale face in the mirror.
Why had she been feeling nauseous so often lately?
Could she really be pregnant?
But she had taken the pill.
Zhong Yi took the contraceptive pill instructions out of her bag to check if she had taken too little.
Then she saw the date on the box.
Ex! pired!
The pills had actually expired two months ago!
Damn it!
Zhong Yi almost coughed up blood in anger.
How could her luck be this bad!
Zhong Yi refused to believe it and immediately ordered pregnancy tests from three different pharmacies.
Holding onto a sliver of hope, maybe it was all just a coincidence.
They were only expired for two months—maybe they were still effective.
An hour later.
All three pregnancy tests showed two lines.
At that moment, the sky finally collapsed.
Zhong Yi lay on the sofa, utterly defeated.
What should she do?
She was going to get fired.
Just this afternoon, she had confidently told Mr. Jin she wouldn’t get pregnant, and now she was.
Why didn’t she have this kind of luck when buying lottery tickets!
Only getting things nobody wanted!
Zhong Yi looked numb, seemingly alive but already dead inside.
There was a traditional Chinese medicine clinic not far from her apartment building. Zhong Yi, still in disbelief, decided to go get her pulse checked.
She put on a hat and mask, fully armed, and went out.
“Congratulations, it’s a joyful pulse.”
After checking her pulse, the old Chinese medicine doctor smiled and congratulated her.
Zhong Yi couldn’t smile at all. “Doctor, are you sure? Could it just be something that resembles a joyful pulse?”
The old doctor said proudly, “I’ve never been wrong about diagnosing a joyful pulse.”
Zhong Yi asked quietly, “Doctor, do you have any abortion pills here?”
The old doctor stopped smiling. “If you want an abortion, it’s best to go to a proper hospital. I don’t sell them here.”
Zhong Yi returned home, dejected and lost.
Her heart was filled with anxiety.
If Mr. Jin found out she was pregnant, would he think she was playing hard to get?
That would be so unfair.
When Jiang Xuqing called Jin Chen, Jin Chen was working out with a scowl on his face.
“What do you want!”
“Did you eat explosives? Come out and hang out.”
“No.”
“What’s wrong? Why so angry? Did you finally get a taste and now you’re craving it, feeling restless without a woman around?”
“If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”
Jin Chen gritted his teeth.
He must have taken the wrong medicine today, actually thinking Zhong Yi was cute and fantasizing about being with her.
He was really sick.
Jiang Xuqing stopped joking and got straight to the point. “Your grandmother has always suspected there’s something between us, saying your sexual orientation isn’t normal and telling me to stay away from you. Today, I accidentally let it slip that you slept with a woman a month ago and might even have a grandson on the way.”
“If I’m not mistaken, she’ll definitely storm into your company tomorrow. But I didn’t say who the woman was. Think about how you’re going to explain it.”
Jiang Xuqing knew he had accidentally gotten Jin Chen into trouble and, afraid of being scolded, hung up immediately after saying his piece.
Jin Chen didn’t get angry.
Instead, he went straight to his bedroom to rest.
Before long, the dream returned to that night.
“Mr. Jin…”
The woman lay on the bed, barely clothed.
Weeping in utter disarray.