Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Lin Shiyu froze. What did he say?
He would get a vasectomy?
Her long lashes quivered, and Lin Shiyu’s beautiful red lips curved upwards. “Fu Qinglun, what you mean by these words is that you’ll continue doing it with me without using a condom?”
Fu Qinglun hugged her tightly from behind with his strong arms. That was how she had interpreted his words. But she was not wrong. He hummed in agreement.
Since she was prone to miscarriages, he decided that they would not have anymore children. Little Lemon was enough for him.
Wearing condoms didn’t have a 100% success rate of preventing pregnancies anyway. He might as well get a vasectomy. Of course these decisions were made on the premise that he desired her.
He was only 30 years old. As a healthy male, he would naturally long for the woman he loved.
“Fu Qinglun, it doesn’t concern me whether you get a vasectomy or not. You don’t have to let me know. Right now, I’m still Fu Jingtong’s wife on paper, so let go of me. What we are doing is having an affair. Has the dignified Young Master Fu been degraded to being someone’s lover?”
His vasectomy concerned her. In fact, she was the only person it affected!
Because his seed belonged only to her.
Not to any other woman!
As for her legal marriage to Fu Jingtong…
Fu Jingtong pressed his thin lips together, a darkness flashing past his deep eyes. He bent down and pressed his soft lips on her white ears. “I’ve already investigated. Three years ago at the wedding, you ran away with Little Lemon. Fu Jingtong must have never touched you before?”
He said this with a hint of pride and arrogance.
Three years ago, he had really believed that she had married Fu Jingtong. But in reality, his Little Lemon was already growing in her.
She had run away from the wedding ceremony with Little Lemon. His wife and daughter hadn’t humiliated him.
He hugged her tightly now, his strong, hard chest wrapping around her slim, delicate body. He pressed his thin lips against her hair and kissed her fiercely. His clean scent rubbed off against her sensitive, tender skin.
Lin Shiyu’s skin responded immediately in goosebumps rising all over. Resisting his kiss, she retorted, “Why do I have to tell you? Let go of me!”
She struggled in his embrace.
Fu Qinglun inhaled the cold scent of her body. His expression darkening, he said, “Stop struggling, it’s uncomfortable.”
Lin Shiyu didn’t know what to say.
This scoundrel!
“Fu Qinglun, I am a married woman with a husband!” She reminded her as she grit her teeth.
“Fu Jingtong was the one who snatched you away. You belonged to me first!”
Lin Shiyu didn’t know what to say.
He kissed her fine hair, and said coldly, “If you say that we’re having an affair now, then so be it. One day, I’ll finish Fu Jingtong off, and assume his role!”
Lin Shiyu didn’t know what to say.
This lunatic!
Was he shameless? He dared talk about becoming more than just lovers.
Fu Qinglun half-pushed, half-shoved her forward, towards the bed. “I think I saw a scar from a knife on your belly yesterday. Was it from when you gave birth to my daughter? Let me take a look.”
Lin Shiyu didn’t feel any pain in her belly after just taking the medications, but she was very weak, and could not resist his tyrannical strength.
Especially when he was so persistent.
Her knees caught on the edge of the bed and she fell into it. He pressed her down as she tried to get up, and pressed on her soft lips. He said huskily, “Shi’shi, kiss me.”
“NーOh!”
He kissed her.
His kiss was both gentle yet strong, his lips trapping hers as his tongue rubbed against her lips and tongue, as though she was a piece of cheese he was savoring. He sucked on her gently, then harder, as though he was trying to eat her whole.
Her pale hands pressed against his broad chest, and she pushed him away. “Fu Qinglun, have you not touched any women these past three years? Why are you kissing me so disgustingly?”
He was like a man starved of love for a long time who had finally touched a woman, and kissed her as though he was treasuring all her affection. He kissed her with all his love.
Fu Qinglun’s kiss had this charm. Three years ago, he kissed like a virgin, and now, he kissed like… a monk.
Lin Shiyu rubbed her lips in distaste.
Fu Qinglun’s thin lips were still glistening. He raised his sharp brows, and laughed wickedly. “That’s right, I really haven’t touched any women these past three years.”
He really hadn’t touched any women?
Lin Shiyu paused for a moment. At this moment, she felt her skirt being pushed up her body. His hands rubbed against her calves in a scandalous, yearning manner.
After giving birth to Little Lemon, her belly had been recovering well, and was now as white and tender as before. But because Little Lemon had been born through a C-section, there was a scar left on her belly.
“Fu Qinglun, don’t look at it. Are you trying to take advantage of me as well?”
She pulled her skirt down harshly.
But he slid down and until he was facing her belly, and started kissing her scar.
Because of him, she had been left with this scar because of him.
She had given birth to his daughter at 21 years old.
Fu Qinglun’s heart stirred. With his lips on her scar, he kissed it, his large palms clutching her soft hands, before entwining his fingers with hers.
His Shi’shi.
Lin Shiyu lay on the bed weakly. As she felt him kiss her scar over and over, her eyes reddened and a sheen of tears came over them.
She had been bullied by him to the point that she had no strength to resist.
“Shi’shi, did it hurt?”
He asked if it hurt?
It hurt.
Of course it hurt. How about he try giving birth to a baby?
“Fu Qinglun, it’s not your concern, let go of me!”
But both her hands were trapped, and all she wanted was to kick him away. In the flurry of events, her high heels had been kicked off her feet, revealing her dainty feet and toes.
She pressed her feet against his shoulders and pushed him away.
Three years ago he was Young Master Fu ruling over Karghalik, and three years later he was the Young Master of the Castle. His position brought on the envy and respect of others, and no one, no woman, had yet dared to step on his shoulders.
Fu Qinglun lifted his head and wrapped his strong fingers around her feet. “Shi’shi, try kicking me again?”
“What’s there to be afraid of?” Lin Shiyu kicked him again.
Fu Qinglun’s thin lips curved upwards slowly. “You brought this upon yourself. Don’t say I took advantage of you!”
With that, his head burrowed straight into her skirt…
Ah!
Lin Shiyu yelped in surprise.
As this moment, the door opened, and two figures entered, one old and one young.
“Mama!”
“Little Shi’shi.”
Grandma had brought Little Lemon in, and they spoke in unison.
But what had they seen?
Grandma lunged over and covered Little Lemon’s eyes. She murmured to herself, “Who am I, where am I, what am I doing, I must have been sleep-walking…”
