1 Si Zhanhan, I’m Pregnant
“Girls these days really don’t know how to behave properly. She looks only eighteen or nineteen.”
“Yes, she doesn’t know self-respect. She’ll be the one who suffers in the end.”
“That girl looks quite pretty and innocent. Who would have thought she’d be that kind of person.”
Ling Qing Ruan overheard the idle gossip as she stuffed the pregnancy test into her bag and quickly left the pharmacy.
Returning home, she found Ling’s Mother lying on the sofa as usual, watching TV with a facial mask on. At the nearby computer desk, her younger brother was wearing headphones playing games.
Ling Qing Ruan might as well have been invisible—no one noticed her arrival. She tiptoed back to her room, retrieved the pregnancy test from her bag, and went to the bathroom.
Her hands trembled as she looked at the test—two red lines.
Ling Qing Ruan felt dizzy. She had checked online—two red lines meant pregnancy. She was pregnant…
“Ling Qing Ruan, why are you back so early today? Out of money? You had such a wealthy boyfriend but insisted on breaking up with him. Are you stupid?”
At the sound of Ling’s Mother’s voice, Ling Qing Ruan immediately stuffed everything into the trash can, her entire body shaking.
She couldn’t let her mother know she was pregnant.
Ling Qing Ruan grabbed her bag and hurried out of the house.
She hailed a taxi outside and returned to Imperial University. Standing before the massive gates, she paused, then secretly hid among the flower beds by the roadside.
She was pregnant. What should she do? Who could tell her what to do?
Tears streamed down Ling Qing Ruan’s face like broken pearls. She picked up her phone, unsure who to call.
Helplessness and panic overwhelmed her in an instant.
Si Zhanhan… Si Zhanhan had other women now. Even if she called, he wouldn’t come…
Ling Qing Ruan remained motionless in the flower beds, afraid someone might discover her.
She stayed hidden until the next morning. The late October weather carried a distinct chill, making her hands and feet tremble, her head heavy and muddled.
On the verge of collapsing, Ling Qing Ruan mustered her last bit of strength to pick up her phone and dialed that number.
“Little girl?”
The man’s deep, captivating voice came through. Ling Qing Ruan sobbed quietly, tears falling uncontrollably.
Why had he done that to her? Why was she pregnant?
“Ruan Ruan, don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong?”
There was a touch of tenderness in the man’s tone. Ling Qing Ruan sniffled pitifully, her voice thick with tears. “Si Zhanhan, I… I’m pregnant.”
Si Zhanhan’s dark pupils constricted sharply. He shot to his feet. “What did you say? Pregnant…”
“Yes.”
“Where are you? Send me your location. I’m coming right now.”
Then, everyone in the company witnessed the usually aloof and noble Second Master Si rushing out frantically, completely disregarding his image.
Two months earlier.
Nebula Hotel.
On the luxurious bed, Ling Qing Ruan’s eyes snapped open. Staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, she heard a man’s voice beside her.
“I’m sorry, this was my fault. I’ll take responsibility for this matter.”
The man wore a black suit, his legs straight and long, his waist slender. Above was his slightly prominent, sensual Adam’s apple.
His brow bones were sharp and imposing, his pupils dark like obsidian—deep and unfathomable. His nose bridge was high, his lips thin and sensual, his jawline perfectly sculpted like the most flawless masterpiece from God’s hands.
“N-No need.”
Ling Qing Ruan stared at the man before her, whose expression was fierce and menacing. The girl pitifully huddled in the corner, shaking her head.
Si Linyuan lifted his gaze, once again taking in the woman before him. Her delicate face still carried a youthful innocence, appearing no older than eighteen or nineteen.
Her skin was pale, her dark almond-shaped eyes glistening with unshed tears as if she might burst into crying any second. Her eyelashes were thick, her nose small and exquisitely shaped, and her lips pink like cherry blossoms.
Si Zhanhan’s dark eyes deepened slightly as he slowly asked, “About last night—I’ll take responsibility. How old are you?”
Ling Qing Ruan lowered her head, both hands tightly clutching the soft bedding. Gently biting her lip, she replied in a faint voice, “I’m eighteen this year, about to start university.”
Si Linyuan breathed a sigh of relief. She looked quite young, fortunately… otherwise he would have… He cleared his throat lightly and handed a card to Ling Qing Ruan.
“This is my supplementary card. Use it for now. About last night, I was…”
Ling Qing Ruan looked up, her dark eyes shimmering with moisture. “There’s no need.”
“Don’t cry, little one. Here’s my contact number.”
Si Linyuan’s voice was unusually gentle, as if afraid of frightening the girl. He placed both the bank card and his business card on the table.
“Mu Yun, have you prepared the clothes I asked for?”
No sooner had Si Linyuan spoken than another handsome man entered the room.
“Second Master, the clothes are here. They’re newly purchased, though I’m not sure about the size.”
Si Linyuan took the clothes and placed them on the bed. “These are new clothes for you. Please change into them.”
“Thank you.”
Si Linyuan was amused by the girl’s response. After what had happened, this young girl was actually thanking him? Could she perhaps be… simple-minded?
Si Linyuan’s tall figure suddenly leaned closer. Ling Qing Ruan startled, clutching the blanket as she retreated into the corner. Suddenly, a large, warm hand gently rested on her forehead.
His palm was broad and comforting.
Ling Qing Ruan looked up, her innocent gaze fixed on the man before her. At such close range, she could clearly see his face—with sharp, deep-set features, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen…
“Change your clothes. I’ll take you home later. Where do you live?”
Ling Qing Ruan suddenly remembered her home situation. She had been driven out by her mother last night—her mother had forbidden her from returning.
She shook her head vigorously. She didn’t want to go back, didn’t want to return home…
“Shall we go to my place first?” Si Linyuan asked again, displaying remarkable patience with the girl before him.
Mu Yun stared at Si Linyuan in disbelief. Had their master been… replaced by someone else?
Since when had he become so gentle?!
Was this still the decisive Si Zhanhan of the Imperial Capital, whose mere glance could frighten people to death?
“Okay.”
Ling Qing Ruan nodded, her voice still soft. Her large, innocent eyes remained fixed on Si Linyuan, filling him with an overwhelming sense of guilt.
“I’ll step out first. Change into your clothes.”
Ling Qing Ruan nodded obediently. Her docile, gentle nature and clean, pale face made her appear exceptionally vulnerable.
After leaving the room, Si Linyuan closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. The gentle expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a terrifying gloominess.
Though his memory of last night’s events was hazy, he knew he had harmed an innocent girl.
“Master, you’re…” Mu Yun couldn’t comprehend the situation. In cases like this, shouldn’t they just offer some money and send her away? How could such a woman be allowed into Platinum Manor?
Si Linyuan lowered his hand, his gaze instantly turning sharp, his voice icy cold. “There was something else in the wine last night. Go investigate and find out exactly who was behind it.”
“Yes, Second Master. What about that young girl? Are you really going to bring her to the Manor?”
She looked quite young, just started university, and already… truly pitiable.
Si Linyuan, “I will marry her.”
“What? You’re going to marry her? Old Madam won’t agree.”
“I’ll handle that matter.”
“Master, there’s really no need to marry her. Just give her more money.As soon as Mu Yun finished speaking, he received a cold glare from Si Linyuan, which scared him into immediately shutting his mouth.
Ling Qing Ruan waited until the door closed before lifting the blanket to look at her body, feeling wronged as she rubbed her eyes, tears wetting her eyelashes.
Her clothes were torn to shreds and could no longer be worn. She picked up the new clothes on the bed – she had never seen this type of clothing before.
Ling Qing Ruan curiously examined them for a moment; she seemed to have seen this brand somewhere before.
Before she could think further, she changed into the clothes, which fit her perfectly.
As soon as her legs touched the ground, her knees gave way and she fell straight to the floor with a sharp cry.
Si Linyuan outside heard it and immediately opened the door to enter, seeing the girl kneeling on the ground.
Ling Qing Ruan covered her face with both hands, too embarrassed to face anyone.
“What happened?”
Si Linyuan picked up the girl from the floor, frowning slightly – such a light girl? What did she eat to grow up like this?
There was still a faint milky scent about her, different from the pungent perfume smells, it was a very pleasant fragrance.
Ling Qing Ruan found herself in an embrace, his hold was warm, something she had never experienced before.
Ling Qing Ruan was petite, only reaching just above Si Linyuan’s chest to begin with, and being carried by him required no effort at all.
“How did you fall just now?”
The man’s deep voice sounded again.
“My… legs hurt.”
Ling Qing Ruan blushed as she buried her face in Si Linyuan’s chest, both hands nervously clutching his suit, creating several wrinkles on his clothes.
Si Linyuan didn’t ask further, his strong arms carrying Ling Qing Ruan out of the room.
Mu Yu came running back in a hurry, “Master, there’s a large group of media outside, saying that you spent the night at Zhaoge with a woman last night.”
When Mu Yu clearly saw the woman in their master’s arms, his eyes widened like copper bells – there really was a woman!!
A woman!!
Didn’t Second Master have an allergy to women? He usually felt uncomfortable even seeing them. Why was this one an exception? And why was he carrying her? Didn’t she have legs?
Si Linyuan maintained a stern expression as he carried Ling Qing Ruan out of Zhaoge, surrounded by bodyguards. Still, many media managed to take photos, though only the back of the woman’s head was vaguely visible.
Heavens! The rumors were actually true! The woman-averse Second Master Si of the Imperial Capital was actually holding a woman in his arms!
Ling Qing Ruan buried her entire face in the man’s chest, so no one could clearly see her features.
(′,,,,) New story here~ A delicate, soft little crybaby × The domineering, deep-feeling Second Master Si, super sweet daddy-style boyfriend! With Second Master Si, you’ll get a husband who spoils his wife immensely, a husband who’s amazing at childcare, a husband who will make your bed, wash your clothes, blow-dry your hair…