Chapter 64 The Secret Exposed (Part Two) "Whose child is that?...

"Take me to the solitary confinement room." Yan Quan turned to the staff, avoiding Yan Ceyan's gaze. Her slender profile appeared cold and fragile under the light.

Two staff members in black uniforms stepped forward and gestured for Yan Quan to enter.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Quan turned and followed them towards the solitary confinement room. His back view was resolute and unwavering.

"..." Yan Ceyan, standing rooted to the spot, clenched his fists so tightly that his palms ached slightly.

He seemed to have touched upon a truth far heavier and more painful than he had imagined...

[Huh?! Yan Quan chose to go to solitary confinement?!]

How could this happen? Which part of the process went wrong?

[Yan Quan would rather be locked in solitary confinement than not go on a date with Yan Ceyan? How could I have such a dream (crying)]

So, Shuangyan had a bad ending? A bad ending at the last minute? Just because they disagreed on the date location?

[We're almost at the finale, and it's going to be a tragic ending right at the last minute? Please, no! (tears welling up)]

"Don't do this! This is the first time I've ever gotten so into shipping a couple, and then I got a bucket of cold water poured on me."

Please, can't you two just talk things out? Please, please keep talking! (crying)

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The heavy door slammed shut, completely isolating Yan Quan from all the noise and probing gazes of the outside world.

The solitary confinement cell had gray walls on all four sides. A camera in the corner flashed a red dot, silently rotating and recording. The cold, impersonal atmosphere intensified the eerie feeling of being monitored.

In the instant Yan Ceyan asked the question, Yan Quan considered simply revealing everything, telling Yan Ceyan the whole bloody truth.

But……

Yan Quan's shoulders trembled slightly as he gently pressed his hand against his lower abdomen—where there was a surgical scar, which, due to psychological factors, was now burning with pain.

Yan Quan vividly recalled that pain—

He listened helplessly to the weak heartbeat, which gradually faded away. His eyes watched as the electrocardiogram scan turned into a flat, lifeless line.

Time cannot be reversed, nothing can be changed...

Shadows, nightmares, hallucinations, and the faint, ghostly breaths of an infant haunted Yan Quan.

Yan Quan could only smoke one cigarette after another, sitting alone blankly from one night to the next.

Should we really transfer this kind of thing onto Yan Ceyan through words again? Should we make Yan Ceyan go through it all?

Yan Quan pinched his fingertips hard. He had made up his mind...

Just then, faint sounds of commotion and dissuasion seemed to come from outside the door. Suddenly—a muffled thud, as if a body had slammed heavily against the door.

Immediately following was the sound of a key being rapidly inserted into the lock and turning!

Yan Quan looked up in astonishment and saw the door to the solitary confinement cell being suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Yan Ceyan stood at the door, breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently, his hair disheveled, clearly having just gone through a fierce argument and even physical conflict to get the key.

Behind him were staff members who tried to dissuade him, but they were intimidated by Yan Ceyan's rare, almost out-of-control, resolute aura and dared not step forward.

The running camera was still flashing its red light.

Suddenly, Yan Ceyan rushed forward and disassembled the entire camera. Then, with a "thud," he threw it out the door.

"I will reimburse the filming costs." After saying this, Yan Ceyan slammed the door of the solitary confinement room shut, shutting out the others who had come to investigate.

In the cramped space, the air seemed to freeze, leaving only Yan Quan and Yan Ceyan.

"Yan Quan." Yan Ceyan walked towards Yan Quan step by step, each step feeling like stepping on broken glass, slow and heavy.

“I found out.” Yan Ceyan said, his voice hoarse and trembling slightly: “Where did you go during your academic gap year?”

“Mary Sanatorium… typically provides private prenatal check-ups and care services to upper-class politicians and celebrities in the A Federation.”

"They only accept pregnant omegas there."

After saying this, Yan Ceyan paused for a long time before continuing with his conclusion: "You were pregnant before, weren't you?"

"..." Yan Quan leaned against the corner of the wall, his back to Yan Ceyan, his lower lip tightly pursed, still not saying a word.

Yan Ceyan took this as a tacit agreement and took a deep, labored breath: "Whose?"

Yan Quan remained silent.

Yan Ceyan squatted down behind Yan Quan and gently turned Yan Quan's body back to face her: "Look at me, Yan Quan."

"Whose child is that?"

Yan Ceyan tried to look Yan Quan in the eye, but Yan Quan deliberately looked away. "I have a lifelong mark. Don't you know the answer in your heart?"

"..." Yan Quan heard Yan Ceyan clench his teeth heavily: "I checked the visitor records. During your hospitalization, no Alpha ever visited or took care of you."

Not even once.

“Ultrasound, screening, anomaly scan, due date…” Yan Ceyan felt his heart bleeding with every word he uttered, “You are all alone.”

Yan Ceyan couldn't even imagine how Yan Quan, with her heavy body in late pregnancy, could climb stairs, push open door after door, and go to various examination windows to ask doctors...

"He abandoned you like this..." The taste of blood and rust filled Yan Ceyan's mouth, "You still want to have his child, don't you?"

The thorns that are avoided will eventually come back to us, no matter how many times we go around in circles; there's no way to escape them.

"Yan Quan, do you love him that much?"

"..." A piercing pain, as if cut by a knife, seeped into Yan Quan's internal organs. He clenched his fingers tightly, and the knuckles bled a pale, bleak color.

Yan Quan remained silent throughout.

"Okay... I'll ask another question."

Yan Ceyan wasn't much better off than Yan Quan; he struggled to control his taut nerves and prevent himself from losing control of his reason.

"Yan Quan, where is that child?"

Did he take the child away?

So you were discarded by him as a breeding tool for sexual gratification...?

"Yan Ceyan... just accept it as such." Yan Quan finally raised his head heavily, his moist eyes bulging and bloodshot.

"He took the child away."

"It has nothing to do with me anymore."

Yan Quan's voice trailed off with a heavy, desolate tone: "Yan Ceyan, please stop worrying about this, okay?"

Yan Ceyan stared blankly at Yan Quan, at the transparent liquid covering Yan Quan's pupils—something resembling tears.

My heart felt swollen and distended, as if soaked in acidic water, an overwhelming, unbearable heartache spreading through me. I was both angry and heartbroken.

"Phew—okay." Yan Ceyan took a deep breath and gently wiped away the tiny water droplets clinging to Yan Quan's wet eyelashes.

"Today's schedule is canceled."

"If you don't want to go to the hospital, then you don't have to."

Even though his heart was breaking, and an overwhelming, mechanical ache spread through his chest, Yan Ceyan finally pulled Yan Quan into his arms, holding her tightly.

Anyway, you still came back.

Regardless of what happened in the past...

Or, erase all traces of "him".

Anyway, Yan Quan came back.

His palm gripped Yan Quan's back tightly, the friction against the fabric creating a soft rustling sound. Yan Ceyan's eyes grew increasingly deep and obsessive.

Even against his will, Yan Quan eventually returned to his side "alive and well".

The dim light in the solitary confinement cell cast their shadows on the wall, intertwining them...

Some of the edges of the truth have been touched, but the deepest core remains carefully shrouded in silence.

Beyond lies, there are still lies.