Chapter 38 If you keep rejecting me like this, it will make me pregnant...
The morning breeze blew into the living room, cool and refreshing.
Zhou Shiye's body stiffened, his eyelashes lowered, and he dared not look into Wen Yu's eyes.
As time ticked by, Zhou Shiye grew increasingly panicked.
Noticing that Wen Yu was still watching him, Zhou Shiye pinched himself hard and took a deep breath.
"Xiaoyu,"
Zhou Shiye looked up, his voice hoarse: "Why...why are you suddenly asking this?"
Wen Yu took in Zhou Shiye's reaction, and her naturally drooping hand secretly clenched.
Can you tell me?
Wen Yu pressed on, "I want to know the truth."
Zhou Shiye: "..."
At this moment, Zhou Yingchen walked into the restaurant.
The man keenly sensed the tense atmosphere in the restaurant.
He paused, looking at Zhou Shiye, whose face was pale.
"What happened?"
Zhou Shiye stood frozen in place.
Wen Yu looked at Zhou Yingchen, her calm voice devoid of warmth: "I want to ask about the car accident."
"Since Mr. Zhou can't say it, then let President Zhou say it, is that alright?"
Before Wen Yu finished speaking, Zhou Yingchen's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
Then, Zhou Yingchen walked to the head seat and sat down, his fingertips tapping lightly on the mahogany table, producing a rhythmic soft sound.
For a moment, the entire restaurant fell into a suffocating silence once again.
The servants had already tactfully retreated outside the door, even their breathing became soft.
Not far outside the restaurant, Shen Jinhuai was watching Wen Yu intently.
His gaze swept over Wen Yu's clenched fist. The man lifted his foot, thought for a moment, and then stopped in his tracks.
Inside the restaurant,
“I can tell you.”
Zhou Yingchen stared intently at Wen Yu's face, trying to capture every subtle expression.
Unfortunately, Wen Yu's face showed little emotion.
Zhou Yingchen frowned slightly, and his cold lips parted again.
But before he could finish speaking, Zhou Shiye interrupted him with a terrified voice: "Brother, you can't say it."
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, Zhou Shiye's voice sounded trembling, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.
Zhou Yingchen gave Zhou Shiye a cold look: "Sit down."
Zhou Shiye wanted to refuse.
But when he met Zhou Yingchen's calm and composed gaze, and glanced at Wen Yu's slender figure out of the corner of his eye, Zhou Shiye seemed to have all his strength drained away, and slumped back into his chair.
Wen Yu waited quietly.
Despite her expressionless face, her heart was pounding involuntarily in her ears.
This was the first time she had ever asked the two Zhou brothers about her past.
Wen Yu felt flustered and clenched her fists even tighter.
Seeing that Zhou Yingchen was looking down at him with his eyelashes lowered, his jawline tightened: "That day..."
"No, stop talking, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."
Zhou Shiye suddenly clutched his head, his voice filled with desperate sobs: "Xiaoyu, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
The man's shoulders were trembling violently, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Wen Yu wasn't much better off.
She had long suspected that the car accident was not as simple as Shen Jinhuai had once said.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be related to Zhou Shiye.
Wen Yu's body, which she was trying to hold up, was trembling uncontrollably.
The next moment, she was pulled into the arms of a familiar man.
The familiar scent and warmth enveloped Wen Yu, and her tense emotions gradually relaxed.
Zhou Yingchen, sitting in the main seat, raised his eyes, his cold gaze lingering for a moment on Shen Jinhuai, who was holding Wen Yu, before looking away and continuing, "That day, Shi Ye took you racing, and someone tampered with his car."
"The brakes couldn't stop it, so..."
Zhou Shiye also raised his head, his voice becoming increasingly choked with emotion: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyu. It was my rival who retaliated against me, and it dragged you into this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't want it to happen, I didn't want it to happen..."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu's breath hitched.
Then, fragmented images flashed through her mind: blinding sunlight, an out-of-control steering wheel, and Zhou Shiye's terrified screams.
The next moment,
"My head hurts so much,"
Wen Yu clutched her head in pain, her face deathly pale, and fainted in Shen Jinhuai's arms.
"Xiaoyu".
Shen Jinhuai hurriedly picked Wen Yu up and carried her horizontally.
Seeing Zhou Shiye and Zhou Yingchen rushing over in a panic, Shen Jinhuai shouted sharply,
"Get out of the way."
Then he carried Wen Yu and quickly left the restaurant.
Inside the restaurant, Zhou Shiye's legs trembled as he backed away, watching helplessly as Shen Jinhuai carried Wen Yu away quickly.
He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Shiye slammed his fist on the dining table.
The man's knuckles struck the hard marble with a dull thud, and blood immediately seeped from the back of his hand, leaving a glaring stain on the snow-white tabletop.
"She'll never forgive me, will she?"
“That day in the car, I clearly heard her crying and begging me, but I still…”
Zhou Shiye slumped to the ground, his hands digging deep into his hair, his voice broken and hoarse: "What did I do? Just for a necklace? Just for a broken necklace? Ah—"
Zhou Shiye closed his eyes in pain as memories flooded back.
"Zhou Shiye, I... I can't..."
The roar of the engines was deafening, and the race cars accelerated wildly on the track.
Wen Yu gripped the seatbelt tightly, her face as pale as paper, her sobbing voice torn apart by the wind.
But what about him?
Amidst the deafening roar of the engine, he actually bit Wen Yu's sensitive earlobe, his voice dangerous and seductive, making her... beg him.
"I've tried, I've tried everything, but..."
Zhou Shiye raised his head, his eyes filled with tears: "But I couldn't stop, the car just wouldn't stop... The moment we crashed, I lunged forward to protect Xiaoyu, but, but I..."
Not far away, Zhou Yingchen stood in the shadows of the corridor, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.
Seeing Zhou Shiye's pained expression, Zhou Yingchen's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.
The man's usually calm and composed eyes held a deep, unfathomable undercurrent.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I was insanely jealous at the time,"
Zhou Shiye cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face: "Xiaoyu is wearing the necklace you gave her, but she's not wearing mine. That necklace was so hard to take off, but she still managed to. I'm so jealous. I want her to only care about me, I..."
"So you resorted to this extreme method?"
Zhou Yingchen's prominent Adam's apple bobbed violently: "Zhou Shiye, you..."
"And what about you?"
Zhou Shiye looked at Zhou Yingchen, a bitter smile tugging at the corners of his mouth: "Why did you take off the necklace I gave her? Didn't you discover something too?"
The two looked at each other and, for the first time, openly admitted their twisted possessiveness toward Wen Yu.
After a long silence, Zhou Yingchen spoke calmly: "There's no point in saying these things now."
"It makes sense."
As if struck by a thought, Zhou Shiye wiped away his tears and stood up unsteadily: "Because now, we all have a common enemy, Shen Jinhuai."
"Brother, we must work together to get Xiaoyu back."
Zhou Shiye rushed up to Zhou Yingchen, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and said with a crazy and sinister look in his eyes: "Xiaoyu, whether she is yours or mine, can never belong to Shen Jinhuai."
Meanwhile, in the easternmost bedroom on the second floor.
Wen Yu slowly opened her eyes in Shen Jinhuai's arms.
Seeing that Shen Jinhuai was watching her nervously, Wen Yu opened her arms and hugged his neck, burying her face in the man's chest.
"So you didn't tell me because you knew the car accident was Zhou Shiye's fault, right?"
Wen Yu's voice was weak and hoarse; the memories in her mind were too terrifying, and her body trembled involuntarily.
Upon hearing this question, Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu into his arms.
He paused for a moment before saying in a low voice, "I'm sorry I couldn't stop the car accident in time."
"It has nothing to do with you."
Wen Yu felt Shen Jinhuai tighten his grip on her arms, and her tense emotions gradually relaxed. She felt more and more at ease and was no longer as fearful as before.
"But...were you not in the car at the time?"
Thinking back to when she first woke up, Shen Jinhuai told her about the car accident. Wen Yu got out of Shen Jinhuai's arms and looked at him seriously: "Jinhuai, I want to know everything about the car accident."
Shen Jinhuai stared at Wen Yu for a long time before nodding: "Okay, I'll tell you."
"Actually, I... I lied to you. We weren't together when the car accident happened. I heard that Zhou Shiye was forcing you to go to the racetrack, and I was afraid you'd be scared, so I drove there immediately. But when I got there, you..."
At this point, Shen Jinhuai recalled the scene: the twisted race car stuck among the rocks, white smoke billowing from the hood.
Through the shattered car window, Wen Yu's eyes were tightly closed, her face, bleeding profusely, was as pale as paper and lifeless.
Shen Jinhuai's chest heaved violently, and his body trembled as he held Wen Yu, as if he were trapped in painful memories.
until,
"I'm alright, Jin Huai, I'm fine now."
A familiar, gentle voice rang in his ears, and a soft touch felt real in his arms. Shen Jinhuai's face was cupped in the girl's hands, and Wen Yu's soft lips kissed the corner of his mouth: "Look, I'm fine now, don't be afraid."
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yu was tightly embraced by the man beside her.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you, Xiaoyu, I'm so sorry, I..."
"So what happened to the wound on your forehead?"
Before Shen Jinhuai could finish apologizing, Wen Yu lifted the hairline covering the wound on the man's forehead.
The wound looks gruesome and terrifying; one can only imagine how terrible it must have been when it was first injured.
"If you weren't injured in the car accident with me, how did you get injured?"
Wen Yu felt a sudden panic.
If you were injured in a car accident along with her, that would be one thing, but if not...
“It was a car accident, but the person who was in the accident with me wasn't you, it was my grandma. I was lucky that I was only unconscious for a long time, but my grandma is already very old, she…”
Shen Jinhuai's prominent Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty: "When I wake up, I will come to find you, but by then you may be too heartbroken by Grandma Wen's passing, and you may not remember me."
Upon hearing this, Wen Yu was taken aback.
Does she not remember Shen Jinhuai?
Is this... the second time she's forgotten Shen Jinhuai?
Wen Yu then learned that Shen Jinhuai and his grandmother had returned from abroad after hearing the news that Wen Yu's grandmother was about to pass away, but they hadn't seen her when the accident happened.
Grandma Shen died, while Shen Jinhuai remained in a coma for two years.
When he woke up, Wen Yu had forgotten him?
"Then why don't you..."
Wen Yu couldn't ask any more questions.
Based on her understanding of Shen Jinhuai, he wouldn't force her to make any decisions unless she actively remembered them.
He just foolishly stayed by her side, never forcing her to do anything.
Wen Yu felt a warm, bittersweet feeling in her heart.
She threw herself into the man's arms again.
"you are stupid."
Wen Yu felt a lump in her throat, her voice choked uncontrollably, and tears streamed down her face, soaking the man's suit.
Shen Jinhuai hugged the girl tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder.
It's like holding a priceless treasure.
At this moment, Wen Yu stepped away from the man's embrace, raised her tear-filled face, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.
The girl's kiss was clumsy, yet gentle and firm.
Shen Jinhuai's body stiffened slightly at first, then he wrapped his arms around Wen Yu's waist.
Their lips met, their breaths mingling.
Wen Yu's tongue tentatively glided across the man's lips, and Chen Jinhuai opened his lips to take it in, guiding the kiss to deepen.
Unlike their usual tenderness, this time, their breathing became increasingly hot and rapid.
Wen Yu's fingers slid from the man's firm back to his chest, and through the fabric of his shirt, she could clearly feel his accelerated heartbeat and taut muscle lines.
Before long, Wen Yu’s fingertips trembled slightly as she began to unbutton Chen Jinhuai’s shirt.
The first button came undone, revealing the man's delicately sculpted collarbone.
The second button came undone, revealing the man's firm chest.
But as Wen Yu's fingers reached the third button, her wrist was grabbed by a large, burning hand.
Shen Jinhuai's kiss stopped abruptly. His forehead pressed against Wen Yu's, his breathing was heavy, and his deep eyes were filled with uncontrollable desire.
But they were forcibly pulled back by an even stronger will.
“Xiaoyu,”
The man stared into Wen Yu's watery eyes, his voice hoarse and strained, each word seeming to be squeezed from his burning chest: "You, you haven't regained your memories yet, we can't..."
"But I want you."
Wen Yu's voice was very soft, her breath hot: "Shen Jinhuai, I know what I'm doing. I like you, only you, I want you, and only you. You...you're not willing to give it to me?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Jinhuai was slightly taken aback. He unconsciously increased the strength of his grip on Wen Yu's wrist, but then immediately relaxed it as if afraid of hurting her.
The man closed his eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his voice even more strained: "I just want you to make a decision after you have all your memories. Xiaoyu, I don't want you to have any regrets in the future."
Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle, her tone stubborn: "What if I never remember it in my entire life?"
What are you going to do?
"I will wait."
Shen Jinhuai was slightly out of breath, his tone unusually serious.
Hearing this, Wen Yu felt a pang of sadness and anger.
She suddenly lowered her head and, through the thin shirt, bit Shen Jinhuai's shoulder lightly.
Are you stupid?
Wen Yu's voice was muffled: "What kind of fool are you? Aren't you afraid I'll be snatched away by someone else?"
Shen Jinhuai's body stiffened.
All of the man's restraint crumbled under Wen Yu's affectionate gesture, which carried a hint of punishment.
Wen Yu raised her head at this moment, her eyes lighting up provocatively. She deliberately softened her tone, her voice carrying a hint of awkward yet bold seduction: "Shen Jinhuai, if you keep rejecting me like this, it will make me wonder... if you're impotent?"
The air froze for a moment.
Shen Jinhuai stared in disbelief at the girl in his arms, the last shred of reason in his eyes snapping completely.
a long time,
"Xiaoyu?"
The man's voice was dangerously low, laced with a restrained sense of impending storm.
Wen Yu's heart was pounding wildly in her chest, as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
She forced herself to take a deep breath and mimicked the way girls on TV raised their eyebrows.
But her imitation wasn't quite right; instead, it revealed a touch of childish playfulness: "I, I'm saying if you can't do it, then I'll have to find someone else..."
"No."
The last two words were swallowed up by Shen Jinhuai's passionate kiss.
Then, the man no longer restrained himself or hesitated. He firmly held the back of Wen Yu's head with one hand, sealing all her unfinished provocations between his lips and teeth.
With his other hand, he ripped open his expensive shirt, and the remaining buttons popped off, falling onto the carpet with a soft thud.
The man's bare chest muscles were clearly defined, rising and falling with his rapid breathing.
The fresh teeth marks on his shoulder were particularly ambiguous.
Wen Yu only had time to glance at him briefly before the man grabbed her hand and pressed it onto his abs.
The palm of her hand felt wonderful, and the man's hot lips and tongue ravaged Wen Yu's mouth.
The man's slightly calloused fingertips brushed against her sensitive skin, sending a shiver down her spine.
Clothes were rumpled off, and panting and suppressed moans mingled.
The man's kisses lingered from Wen Yu's lips to her neck, leaving warm, wet marks on her delicate collarbone.
Wen Yu ran her fingers through the man's sweaty hair, responding honestly.
The warm sunlight streaming in through the window outlined the silhouettes of the figures tightly embracing each other on the bed.
The air was filled with a sweet and enchanting fragrance.
a long time,
Shen Jinhuai held Wen Yu tightly, encircling her sweaty body in his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head, calming his disordered breathing.
Wen Yu felt weak and sore all over, her cheek pressed against the man's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat.
"Still have doubts, Mrs. Shen?"
Wen Yu was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.
Upon hearing this, she couldn't help but smile and gently bite his chest as a response.
Shen Jinhuai chuckled softly.
"Remember what you said today,"
The man's voice was hoarse and deep in the warm sunlight: "You only like me, you only want me. Once the words are spoken, they cannot be taken back, Xiaoyu."
Wen Yu snuggled closer to Shen Jinhuai, finding a more comfortable position.
A deep weariness washed over her, and she mumbled a soft "hmm~" before slowly closing her eyes.
Outside the window, fine snowflakes began to fall, gradually turning into a heavy, swirling snowfall.
Soon, snow-white covered the silent courtyard of the Zhou family's old house.
The bedroom upstairs was warm and cozy, and Wen Yu fell into a deep sleep in Shen Jinhuai's arms.
Downstairs, a slender figure's eyes lit up when he saw the heavy snow, and he rushed into the increasingly intense cold.
Zhou Shiye, wearing only a thin shirt, knelt down in the middle of the courtyard as if he couldn't feel the biting cold.
Snowflakes landed on the man's dark hair and melted quickly.
The cold snow froze the man's fingers until they were red, but he didn't seem to care as he reached out to catch the snow.
Memories from the past surged into my mind.
Many years ago, on a snowy day like this, a young girl looked up and reached out to catch snowflakes.
The glistening snowflakes landed in Wen Yu's palm. She leaned closer to look at them, and a relaxed, childlike, joyful smile appeared on her lips.
Snowflakes melted on the girl's slightly red nose. She blinked and reached out to catch more.
The girl's bright and passionate smile instantly shattered the dull and cold atmosphere that had permeated the Zhou family's old house for many years, and also unexpectedly entered the eyes of Zhou Shiye, who was young and impetuous at the time and found everything boring.
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