Holding her in his arms was like embracing the finest warm jade, impossibly soft.
Jin Chen was almost like a beast out of control, the last remnants of his rationality swept away.
His body, like an impenetrable fortress, left her with nowhere to escape.
She cried even harder.
Jin Chen’s eyes burned like a sea of flames, his voice hoarse beyond recognition: “Zhong Yi, you really can cry…”
So much water, so many tears, even the faint moans were like water.
So adorable.
For the first time, Jin Chen realized that his unassuming secretary was laced with an intoxicating allure deep in her bones, making it impossible for him to extricate himself.
…
When Jin Chen awoke from his sleep, his handsome face was covered in sweat. He sat up, the thin blanket sliding down to reveal a muscular chest. His breathing was heavy, his face flushed, as if he was struggling to suppress something.
Damn it…
He never expected to have such an erotic dream, and with Zhong Yi of all people. The vivid scenes from the dream were etched clearly in his mind, leaving him unable to calm down.
Jin Chen closed his eyes tightly and leaned back.
He raised his sinful right hand, tracing it down along his v-line and disappearing beneath the thin blanket.
He gritted his teeth, veins throbbing at his temples…
But his frown grew tighter and tighter, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, his dark eyes tinged with a blood-like intensity.
In the end…
How could this happen!
Jin Chen got out of bed with a dark expression and spent an hour under the cold shower in the bathroom before barely managing to calm down.
…
Zhong Yi hardly slept all night, haunted by an indescribable dream, and the subject was none other than Jin Chen!
After waking up, she was so frightened that she immediately rushed into the bathroom to shower. At 8:30, she arrived at the company with dark circles under her eyes.
Zhou Shu thought she was seeing things and brought her a cup of coffee, gently touching her face: “Yi Yi, what’s wrong? Did you not sleep well last night because of your boyfriend?”
Many people had seen Zhong Yi arguing with Lin Hengchuan at the company entrance yesterday, and this morning, the entire office was buzzing with gossip.
Some said Zhong Yi was single again, giving the men in the company new hope.
Others were speculating about the man Zhong Yi had been involved with.
Zhong Yi’s mind was completely preoccupied with the pregnancy, leaving her no energy to care about the gossip.
None of that mattered anymore.
She was carrying a ticking time bomb in her belly and needed to find a way to defuse it as soon as possible.
Zhou Shu quietly reminded her: “Mr. Jin seems to be in a bad mood today, cold and distant to everyone. You should be careful.”
Mentioning Jin Chen set off alarm bells in Zhong Yi’s mind: “Why is he in a bad mood?”
Zhou Shu thought for a moment and described it in one sentence: “It’s like he’s sexually frustrated, you know?”
Sexually frustrated?
Who was he frustrated about?
Could it be because of what happened last night?
If Mr. Jin was in a bad mood, she needed to hide her pregnancy even more carefully before getting the abortion.
After Zhou Shu left, Zhong Yi opened her work schedule.
Looking at the dense text, her stomach churned again.
Mr. Jin had just returned to the country, and there was a lot going on at the company lately. She simply didn’t have time to take leave. The earliest she could go would be next Friday. If she went to the hospital on Friday, she could rest over the weekend.
But she had to report her leave to Mr. Jin in advance.
What reason could she give then?
Zhong Yi sighed, placing her palm on her flat abdomen.
It was so strange. It looked exactly the same as before, yet there was a little life inside.
She was going to be a mother.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t let this child be born.
A wave of guilt washed over Zhong Yi’s heart.
I’m sorry, little one.
Just as she was fretting, Lu Zhe sent a message asking Zhong Yi to deliver the meeting documents for the afternoon to President Jin’s office.
Zhong Yi pulled herself together and got to work.
Knock, knock—
“Come in.”
Zhong Yi pushed the door open. “President Jin, here are the documents you requested.”
“Leave them there.”
Jin Chen was looking down, flipping through some papers, not even glancing up.
Zhong Yi placed the files on his desk and noticed a bruise on his forehead.
Could it have been from last night?
And indeed, he looked terrible today, his stern and icy aura making it hard to meet his gaze.
Zhong Yi hesitated, wondering whether she should explain what happened last night.
Seeing her lingering, Jin Chen looked up. “Is there something else?”
Zhong Yi took a deep breath. “President Jin, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you yesterday.”
“Didn’t mean to?” Jin Chen closed the file and said calmly, “Then give me a satisfactory reason, Secretary Zhong, so I can accept your apology.”
Zhong Yi knew she was deeply at fault. Pushing him away yesterday had hurt his pride as a man, so it was only natural for him to be angry.
But she had been too nervous at the time, afraid to speak up for fear of vomiting into his mouth if she opened it. In her panic, she had pushed him away.
As for the reason, she absolutely couldn’t say it was morning sickness, so she made up an excuse on the spot.
“My stomach hasn’t been feeling well lately. I get nauseous whenever I lie down, so I really didn’t mean to.”
“So, Secretary Zhong, have you been sleeping standing up lately?” Jin Chen sneered.
Zhong Yi: “…”
It’s true—when you’re nervous, you shouldn’t lie.
The more she spoke, the more far-fetched it became.
There was no room left for excuses.
She could only brace herself and say, “I’m sorry, President Jin. My stomach really isn’t feeling well…”
Her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s hum, trembling lightly, just like that night when she had been pushed to her limit, her soft sobs both pitiful and alluring.
Jin Chen’s dark eyes suddenly deepened, his jaw tightening as he struggled to restrain himself.
Damn it!
That feeling from the morning was back.
Thinking Jin Chen was angry, Zhong Yi didn’t dare look up at him when he suddenly stood and walked over to her.
But then she heard the man ask.
“Can you sing?”
Zhong Yi looked up in surprise, utterly confused. “Yes, but I only know one song.”
“Knowing one is enough.” Jin Chen pulled Zhong Yi to his lounge and had her sing outside the bathroom.
“Why?”
Why sing outside the bathroom? Was this some kind of peculiar preference?
It was too strange.
Jin Chen looked displeased but held back. “Just sing when I tell you to.”
With that, Jin Chen went into the bathroom.
He was in pain.
Though Zhong Yi didn’t understand, she had no choice but to comply.
She cleared her throat.
And began to sing!
“Unity is strength! Unity is strength! This strength is iron…”
She sang with perfect enunciation, grand and imposing, her eyes firm and resolute, radiating positivity. After just three lines, Jin Chen stormed out with a dark expression. “What are you doing?”
Zhong Yi swallowed nervously, unsure why he was so angry, and explained weakly, “Singing…”
“Do you think this kind of song is appropriate?”
The feeling was completely ruined by her singing.
How could he manage with such a red song!
“You said it was fine as long as I could sing, and this is the only song I know,” Zhong Yi defended herself, her voice growing softer with each word.
What was wrong with this song?
It was so positive.
A vein throbbed at Jin Chen’s temple.
He was practically going to be driven mad by this woman!
“Read a book for me.”
“President Jin, what book should I read?”
“Anything.”
Jin Chen went back inside.
Zhong Yi opened “Pride and Prejudice” on her reading app and started reading from the first page. She read for over half an hour, but Jin Chen still hadn’t come out.
What is President Jin doing?
If he was showering, she didn’t hear any water running. If he was using the toilet, there was no sound either—and he couldn’t possibly be in there for half an hour, right?
Could it be that he’s constipated and can’t go?