Chapter 142 The Storm Continues

Her eyes instantly reddened, and she knew that anything she said at this moment would be wrong, so she didn't want to look at him again.

He pulled out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and noticed that the handkerchief in his hand was quite similar to the one he had taken away yesterday. The more he looked at it, the more it bothered him, so he simply threw the handkerchief heavily on the table.

He got up to leave, and Pei Yanzhi was so angry he was about to die in the study. Ignoring the blood still seeping from his forehead, he stepped forward and grabbed her arm, preventing her from leaving.

With an extremely livid face, he pressed, "Ask yourself honestly, where exactly have I wronged you? Why do you only remember my faults and not see how I've treated you?"

"If you had simply said that nothing had happened at the temple and that you just happened to run into each other, I would not have believed you. Why did you have to act so ridiculously..."

After saying that, he picked up the handkerchief she had thrown on the table and covered his forehead.

"How else do you want me to treat you? Tell me."

Ji Shu couldn't help but sneer, "Yes, Lord Jun has treated me extremely well. I've been given fine clothes and now I've even been given the title of the mistress of Yanzhou. I can have whatever I want."

"It's just that I'm naturally suspicious and like to make baseless assumptions about whether I have an affair with your son."

"If that's really what you think, then I might as well tell you now, so you won't worry day and night. In that short time, the prince and I not only poured out our hearts to each other inside, but we also took off our clothes and slept together!"

"Is this the answer you wanted? Are you satisfied now, or is there anything else you'd like me to say?"

He suppressed the bulging veins on his forehead and told himself that she was just saying things in anger, just saying things in anger.

Even though he was furious with her, he could only suppress his anger and yell, "You'd better swallow those words, do you hear me!"

Ji Shu glared at him fiercely with her beautiful eyes: "Let me tell you, not only did I sleep with him yesterday, but I'm going to find him right now, immediately."

"I want to tell him that it was his father who forcibly seized the property, and that his father was disrespectful to his elders..."

Pei Yanzhi slowly clenched his fist, and seeing her struggling to leave, he picked her up in his arms.

"Let me go! I don't want to be with you!"

"Get away from me—" Ji Shu was held in his arms, and she pushed him away wildly with her hands. A gust of wind swept across his cheek, and the blood-stained handkerchief fell to the ground. A fist-sized bruise appeared in front of her eyes, with traces of blood on it.

Pei Yanzhi's jaw was scratched by her fingernails, and his neck was scratched until blood seeped out, which shows how much force she used.

He strode into the inner room and threw her heavily onto the couch where he usually took his afternoon nap.

"If you had stayed quietly in the manor, none of this trouble would have happened?"

He regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth; it wasn't his intention, but rather a slip of the tongue in his anger.

But it had already slipped out at that moment.

Ji Shu's pupils widened suddenly. "So you mean I'm the one who provoked them?"

A hint of annoyance flashed across Pei Yanzhi's brows, but the words had already been spoken, and it was too late.

"I ask you, how did you get that scar on your leg?"

"Such a big thing happened, why didn't you tell me!"

His words sent a chill down Ji Shu's spine.

Pei Yanzhi stared intently at her, noticing her dazed expression, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let me guess, are you afraid that if I find out, I won't stand up for you, but will instead take my anger out on you?"

"How have I treated you these past few days? Don't you trust me?"

Ji Shu looked at his large hand gripping her arm tightly and nodded sadly: "Yes, that's right. To you, I'm nothing but a tool for your lust, a plaything to you. If you knew that your possessions had been seen by others, why would I gamble that you wouldn't kill me or give me away?"

Pei Yanzhi's anger was almost uncontrollable. He took several breaths to calm it down and said, "Ji Shu, don't you have a heart?"

“I never intended to let Wei Ziming go. If it weren’t for his shamelessness, his tongue could have been saved. I can’t even stand hearing him say a single word against you. How could you think… how could you think I would give you away?”

In the end, his tone revealed a rare vulnerability, tinged with disbelief.

“I’ll accept it if you take contraceptives, and I can also accept it if you’re still young and don’t want to have children.”

"Can't you see... just how much I love you?"

Ji Shu suddenly looked up and saw him mention contraceptives. She didn't know when he had found out about them.

What alarmed her was that when she saw herself reflected in his pupils, it only made her more bewildered.

Pei Yanzhi didn't care about her reaction. He used one hand to pin her against the headboard and turned her over.

He said in a low, husky voice, "I love you, but I can't accept that you and Xingjian have anything going on. You know perfectly well what bothers me."

"I just want you to be able to rely on me completely, as defenseless as when you're asleep."

"And yet you've only ever thought about how to make me angry." He said as he removed her clothes and pulled at her tear-streaked face.

Seeing her crying so heartbrokenly, his heart throbbed with a dull ache. He pulled her close and kissed her fiercely, sucking on her lips and swallowing away all her sobs.

Before she could even prepare herself, she heard the man's heavy breathing and the woman's sobs mixed together.

Pain and discomfort were her only sensations.

But Pei Yanzhi didn't give her any chance at all. His anger was mixed with lust, making him unwilling to look at her expression.

As the wind and rain gradually intensified, she became like a boat tossed about on the river, with nowhere to rely on.

After the commotion subsided, it was already dusk outside. Pei Yanzhi turned to look at her.

She lay on her side on the couch, her shoulders still trembling uncontrollably, her fair skin marked with red welts, especially the obvious pinch marks on her waist.

He put on his clothes, got off the bed, drank some water, and looked at her thin back. Even though he had vented his anger, he felt no relief.

Instead, I felt even more distressed.

He put down his teacup, walked to the bedside, and embraced her. He saw that her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, so he knew she was awake.

He gently placed his hands on her belly, on that soft spot, and whispered, "Let's have a child!"

A single sentence struck Ji Shu like a thunderbolt. Her eyes snapped open, her gaze fixed on a certain spot.

Seeing the tears still glistening in her eyes, Pei Yanzhi's heart softened again and again before he said, "You are so beautiful, your child will surely be extremely beautiful as well. Whether it is a girl or a boy, I will cherish them as treasures."

"We were considering your health before, but you'll be eighteen after the New Year. Most girls your age are already mothers, so I don't think there will be too much risk in your childbirth."

The more he said it, the more vivid the scene seemed. He rested his chin on the top of her head, as if the image of her daughter, whom he had given birth to, was truly appearing before him, as lovely and beautiful as she was.