24: Chapter 24 I want you to have my child

His tone was light and breezy, as if he were talking about the nice weather today.

Chen Xuemiao raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.

He sat there, wearing a simple black sweater, his expression calm.

A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on the corners of his lips.

Yet, within that smile lay a hidden confidence.

An eight-million-yuan apartment.

Over ten million in his account.

Adding up to twenty million.

Twenty million.

Chen Xuemiao's legs went weak.

She looked at Wang Yang, and her eyes changed completely.

It was no longer probing, no longer scrutinizing.

It was excitement, heat, and determination.

She had to seize a man like this.

But she was also well aware of her own status.

With Wang Yang being so wealthy, how could he possibly make her his girlfriend?

He surely wasn't lacking women, nor was he lacking beautiful ones.

What she could do was...

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, lowered her head, then raised it again, her eyes slightly red, her voice as soft as water.

"Wang Yang..."

Wang Yang looked at her.

Chen Xuemiao stood up, walked slowly to him, and sat down beside him.

She was very close to him, so close that she could smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on him.

She raised her head, looked into his eyes, and said softly.

"How did I not notice before that you were so good?"

Wang Yang laughed.

He looked at the exquisite face in front of him.

He watched the light dancing in those peach-blossom eyes, and the expanse of fair skin beneath the deep V-neckline.

It was delivered to his doorstep; it would be a waste not to take it.

He reached out and gently pinched her chin.

Chen Xuemiao's body trembled, but she didn't pull away.

Wang Yang stared into her eyes, a smile curling the corners of his lips.

"It's not too late to realize it now."

With her chin held by him, Chen Xuemiao's cheeks flushed crimson.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling violently, yet she quietly leaned her body forward.

The deep V-neckline was already low; with this movement,

that hint of fair curve was revealed even more thoroughly, partially hidden and partially visible, incredibly alluring.

Wang Yang's gaze fell upon that spot, his pupils slightly contracting.

His Adam's apple bobbed.

A sudden wave of heat surged in his heart.

He let go, leaned back against the sofa, looked at her, and a playful smile curled his lips.

"Alright, tell me, what do you want?"

His tone was direct, without any pretense.

Chen Xuemiao paused, looking up at him.

Wang Yang's gaze was calm, yet carried a sharpness that seemed to see through everything.

That gaze told her clearly—

We're both adults, don't beat around the bush.

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, her mind racing.

She knew what she looked like, and she knew how good her figure was.

She knew what it meant to come dressed like this tonight.

Since he was being direct, she would be direct too.

Chen Xuemiao took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at him seriously.

"Just give me one hundred thousand a month."

Wang Yang raised an eyebrow.

One hundred thousand.

He looked at her, suddenly feeling like laughing.

One hundred thousand a month, one point two million a year. Twelve million in ten years.

His money was enough to support her for ten years.

But the problem was, he didn't just need a woman.

He needed a woman who could bear his children.

Wang Yang leaned on the sofa, looking at her, and laughed.

"Haha, you're quite ruthless, one hundred thousand."

Chen Xuemiao felt uneasy from his laughter, but still bit the bullet and said,

"I... I am worth that price."

Wang Yang nodded.

"Fine, then let me state my requirements."

Chen Xuemiao looked at him.

Wang Yang stopped smiling, his expression becoming serious.

"You have to be my woman. And it's not as simple as just being my woman."

Chen Xuemiao was stunned.

"You must bear a child for me."

As soon as those words were spoken, Chen Xuemiao's eyes widened instantly.

Bear a child?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a word.

"And," Wang Yang continued,

"you can only have me as your man. From now on, only me."

Chen Xuemiao's mind buzzed.

She had thought Wang Yang would make demands, thought she might have to be on call, thought she might have to serve him.

But she hadn't thought about bearing a child.

Bearing a child... what a huge deal that was?

What would she do in the future?

How could she get married with a child? Wouldn't her life be ruined?

She instinctively shook her head.

"I, I don't..."

Before she could finish, Wang Yang spoke up.

"I'll give you one hundred and twenty thousand a month."

Chen Xuemiao's words stuck in her throat.

One hundred and twenty thousand.

Twenty thousand more than before.

She bit her lip, her heart beginning to waver.

Wang Yang watched her struggle, a corner of his mouth curling up.

"One hundred and fifty thousand."

His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable confidence.

"One hundred and fifty thousand at most. If that doesn't work, forget it. With one hundred and fifty thousand a month, what kind of woman couldn't I find?"

Chen Xuemiao's breath hitched.

One hundred and fifty thousand.

One hundred and fifty thousand a month, one point eight million a year.

How much did she earn in a year at work?

Fifty thousand? Sixty thousand?

One point eight million was enough for thirty years of work.

Chen Xuemiao looked at Wang Yang.

He sat there, wearing a simple black sweater, his expression calm, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

Yet in those eyes was certainty, composure, and the confidence that he had her right where he wanted her.

Chen Xuemiao gritted her teeth.

So be it, bear the child.

One hundred and fifty thousand a month; could he really just ignore her after she bore his child?

Even if she stopped then, after saving for a few years, it would be enough for her to live a lifetime.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Fine. I agree."

Wang Yang's eyes lit up.

He looked at the woman in front of him, at her exquisite face.

The light flickering in those peach-blossom eyes, the expanse of fair skin beneath the deep V-neckline.

The heat in his heart burned even brighter instantly.

Chen Xuemiao's heart rate accelerated from his gaze.

That gaze was too direct, so direct it made her legs weak.

She had never dated, never been with a man, but she had seen how it was done.

She knew what that gaze meant.

Chen Xuemiao bit her lip, her cheeks burning hot.

Then, she moved.

She stood up, walked to Wang Yang, lifted her leg, and sat directly astride his lap.

Wang Yang's breathing grew heavier.

Chen Xuemiao sat on him, her hands resting on his shoulders, looking down at him.

Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, pressed tightly against his trousers.

The hem of her short skirt rolled up, revealing a stretch of fair, smooth thigh.

Chen Xuemiao looked at Wang Yang, at his eyes, at his lips.

Then she slowly lowered her head and kissed him on the lips.

Wang Yang's hand instantly clamped onto the back of her head.

The moment their lips met, Chen Xuemiao shuddered all over.

She had never kissed before and didn't know what to do, so she could only clumsily press against his lips.

Wang Yang, however, didn't give her a chance to hesitate; his tongue pried open her lips and pushed inside.

Chen Xuemiao's mind went blank.

His hand pressed against her head, kissing her deeply and fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.

She was kissed until she couldn't breathe, her hands clutching his shoulders, her whole body trembling.

After who knows how long, Wang Yang finally let her go.

Chen Xuemiao collapsed against him, gasping for air, her eyes filled with moisture, her cheeks flushed crimson.

Wang Yang looked at her in this state, and the fire in his heart burned completely out of control.

He picked her up and stood up.

Chen Xuemiao let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

The lights weren't on in the bedroom, but the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows shone in, the lights of ten thousand homes reflecting onto the bed.

That twenty-thousand-yuan bed, two meters by two point two meters, was covered with soft white bedding.

Wang Yang strode toward the bedroom.

It gleamed faintly in the night.

He placed Chen Xuemiao on the bed.