42: Chapter 42 below...it hurts.

Wang Yang's voice was low, gentle, and bewitching.

"Do you know? Actually, I've liked you for a long time."

Wen Yulan froze.

"Back then, you helped me, took care of me, and stood up for me. At that time, I felt you were truly wonderful. But back then, you were someone else's wife, and I could only hide these feelings in my heart."

He reached out and gently caressed her face.

"Things are different now. That bastard doesn't want you, but I do. Sister Wen, let me take care of you from now on, okay?"

Wen Yulan looked at him, her eyes turning red again.

"Wang Yang, we can't..."

Wang Yang lowered his head and gently pecked her lips.

"Why can't we?"

Wen Yulan's voice was trembling.

"I, I am older than you. I've been married, I..."

Wang Yang laughed.

"So what? I just happen to like them older."

Wen Yulan froze.

Wang Yang's hands continued to roam over her body, his lips pressed against her earlobe as he whispered.

"Sister Wen, don't think so much. Tonight, just treat me as the person taking care of you. Tonight, I will make you feel comfortable, just relax and enjoy it."

Wen Yulan's body softened.

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

She wanted to refuse, but her body wouldn't listen to her.

She wanted to push him away, but her hands had no strength at all.

Wang Yang's kisses moved from her earlobe to her neck, sucking gently.

Wen Yulan shuddered all over.

"Wang Yang, don't..."

Her voice was as soft as water, not sounding like a refusal at all.

Wang Yang raised his head and looked at her.

"Sister Wen, don't you like it?"

Wen Yulan looked at him, seeing the tenderness and desire in his eyes.

Her heart was pounding.

She didn't speak.

She just gently closed her eyes.

Wang Yang smiled.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips again.

This time, she didn't push him away again.

Her purple lingerie was faintly visible.

Her black stockings were gently peeled away.

The myriad lights outside the window reflected the silhouettes of the two.

[Omitted here, please use your imagination]

...

The next day.

Sunlight shone in through the sheer curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, landing on the bed, feeling warm.

Wen Yulan's eyelashes fluttered gently.

A headache.

This was the first thing she felt after waking up.

Her head felt like it was splitting open, her temples throbbing, aching severely.

The aftereffects of the hangover came on fiercely and violently, making her unable to help but frown.

She subconsciously wanted to turn over and find a more comfortable position.

Then she realized—

It wasn't just a headache.

Her whole body hurt.

Her waist felt like it was going to break, and her legs were too weak to use any strength.

Her whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together again.

Especially below.

A dull ache came from a certain place, a sore and swollen feeling, along with a hint of an indescribable...

Wen Yulan froze.

She opened her eyes.

What met her eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling, very high and white, with a glittering crystal chandelier hanging from it.

Sunlight shone on it, refracting into tiny, fragmented lights.

Where is this?

She slowly turned her head.

Then Wen Yulan saw a man's chest.

Solid, and very sexy.

She was resting her head on it.

Wen Yulan's brain exploded with a buzz.

Fear surged up like a tide, instantly drowning all her reason.

She jerked her head up to look at that man's face.

Her heart beat so fast it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, her fingers tightly clutching the quilt, her whole body trembling.

If it was a stranger...

If it was some disgusting old man.

She didn't dare to think further.

Then Wen Yulan saw that face clearly.

Wang Yang.

It was Wang Yang.

Wen Yulan froze.

The fear receded like a tide, slowly dissipating.

The panic also subsided.

The despair didn't seem so desperate anymore.

Replacing it was an indescribable feeling.

Thank goodness, thank goodness it was him.

Not someone else.

As soon as this thought popped up, Wen Yulan was startled by herself.

What was she thinking?

What did "thank goodness it was him" mean?

She should be afraid, she should be angry, she should be running away from this place immediately.

But the inexplicable feeling of relief in her heart couldn't be faked.

Wen Yulan bit her lip, looking at the young face before her.

He looked very peaceful while sleeping.

His eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under his eyelids.

His breathing was steady, his chest rising and falling gently with each breath.

His features were regular, his nose bridge high and straight, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

She recalled some fragments from last night.

Those blurry, fragmented scenes that made her blush.

She remembered herself holding him and crying.

She remembered him gently patting her back, like coaxing a child.

She remembered those things he said in her ear.

"Actually, I've liked you for a long time."

"Let me take care of you from now on, okay?"

And those even more intimate things...

Wen Yulan's face slowly turned red.

Just then, Wang Yang moved.

He opened his eyes.

The gaze he had just woken up with was still a bit hazy, then it slowly focused, landing on Wen Yulan.

Wen Yulan met his gaze, felt a panic in her heart, and quickly lowered her head.

But her heart was already racing.

Before Wang Yang was fully awake, a mechanical sound suddenly rang in his mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, target Wen Yulan has successfully conceived!]

[Embryo development is stable, conception status is perfect!]

[Reward: Exclusive prenatal care funds: 20 million yuan! The funds have been transferred to the bank card under the Host's name and can be withdrawn for use at any time!]

Wang Yang's eyes lit up instantly.

Twenty million!

Another twenty million!

He looked at the woman in front of him, a surge of ecstasy welling up in his heart.

Last night's efforts were not in vain. This woman was now carrying his child in her womb.

Wen Yulan felt flustered by his gaze, and her face turned even redder.

She kept her head down, not daring to look at him.

The room was quiet for a few seconds, with only the sound of their gentle breathing.

Wen Yulan gathered her courage and spoke softly.

"Xiao Yang..."

Her voice was hoarse, carrying the laziness of just waking up, along with a hint of panic.

Wang Yang looked at her.

Wen Yulan took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound calm.

"Last night, what happened last night... let's just treat it as a mistake, a one-night stand."

She paused.

"Let's both forget about it."

After speaking, she pushed back the quilt and was about to get up and leave.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, her legs went weak, and she almost fell.

But she couldn't care about that; she only wanted to escape from here quickly.

It was too awkward, too shameful.

Wen Yulan didn't know how to face Wang Yang, nor how to face herself.

Escaping was her only thought.

But just as she took a step, her wrist was grabbed by a hand.

Wang Yang's hand.

Wen Yulan froze, and was pulled back by him, falling directly into his arms.

"Xiao Yang—"

Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were blocked.

Wang Yang's kiss came fiercely and urgently, with an irresistible dominance.

One of his hands cupped the back of her head, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly in his embrace.

Wen Yulan's eyes widened, her mind gone blank.

She struggled a little, reaching out to push his chest.

But he held her too tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.

Slowly, her struggle weakened.

Her hands slid down from his chest, hanging down limply.

She closed her eyes.

This kiss was long and deep.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Wang Yang finally released her.

Wen Yulan lay limp in his arms, panting heavily.