Chapter 1
A light drizzle fell over Tokyo at night, and the streets shimmered faintly from the streetlights. Sakura Hoshino, wearing high heels and a tight-fitting deep red dress that hugged her shapely figure, walked with her knee-length blonde hair cascading down her back. A faint scent of perfume filled the damp air.
She was attending a charity gala co-organized by a renowned theater company and corporations, and as the musical theater company's principal violinist, her appearance caused quite a stir—she was one of the stars of the evening.
"Sakura, would you like some champagne?" Team member Xia Mei smiled and handed her a glass.
"I dare not drink too much." Sakura smiled, her eyes crinkling, her lips rosy. She shook her finger, but still took the drink and sipped it lightly.
Her smile was alluring and captivating; in the blink of an eye, it even made people forget that they were at a formal banquet, and they couldn't help but take a second look. But she herself was already used to the gazes of others—her beautiful appearance was too eye-catching, so she could only learn to use it playfully, but no longer cared about it.
However, she didn't realize that certain ingredients in that drink, which shouldn't be there, were quietly taking effect...
Half an hour later.
Feeling dizzy and hot, Sakura leaned against the wall as she entered the hotel lounge. The fabric of her dress clung tightly to her chest, making it hard for her to breathe, and the lights in front of her became blurry.
"It's so hot... What's wrong... Am I...?"
The door suddenly opened.
Shuichi Minamino, dressed in a black suit, his long red hair tied back loosely, his green eyes carrying a calm and aloof air, was one of the company representatives tonight. His eyes quickly spotted the blonde girl trembling in the corner.
He walked over, squatted down, and asked, "Are you alright?"
"No...don't touch me...I...my head is so dizzy..." Sakura resisted, but her body couldn't help but fall into the other person's arms.
Xiu Yi was taken aback. The girl's soft body was incredibly hot, and her fingers gripped his shirt tightly. He could vaguely smell alcohol and a hint of sweetness.
"Were you...?"
The next second, Sakura took the initiative to grab his collar, her eyes watery and hazy, her beauty as fiery as fire.
That night, with the crisp sound of high heels falling to the floor, the two lost control and succumbed to the soft mattress.
His long red hair cascaded around her ears, his touch gentle yet unrestrained. Her lips were slightly red from his kisses, her eyes filled with tears, yet she never pushed him away.
“You’re such a dangerous woman…” he whispered in her ear, holding her tighter, “I can’t control myself…”
"Ugh...slow down...don't..."
He remained engrossed in it, muttering, "If you are a trap, then I am willing to fall into it."
Six o'clock in the morning.
When Sakura woke up, she felt aches and pains in her back and waist. Her skirt was wrinkled and draped over the edge of the bed, and she was curled up naked in the soft mattress.
“…Bastard,” she muttered under her breath.
She propped herself up in bed, forced herself to put on her dress despite the discomfort, found her high heels, and left the room with unsteady steps.
There was no note left, and no name was asked.
She didn't need to know who he was; to her, it was just an accident after being drugged.
As she left, she glanced back at the hotel, her eyes resolute—let bygones be bygones of that night.
Three weeks later.
Sakura Hoshino sat on the sofa in her luxury apartment, holding a pregnancy test in her hand.
“…two lines.” Her lips were slightly pale.
She remained silent for a full ten minutes, then began frantically flipping through the calendar, trying to recall the details of that day.
“I…I didn’t take birth control pills…” She covered her face, her fingertips trembling.
"What should I do... I need to go to the hospital... for an abortion..." she murmured as she got up, but touched her lower abdomen as she reached the door.
It was clearly flat, yet it felt as if some faint life was pulsating there.
She stopped walking.
Two days later, she did not schedule rehearsals for the new play and submitted a request for a long leave to the theater company. Her excuse was that she was "not feeling well and needed to rest."
Although the troupe members were shocked, they still supported the usually gentle and earnest principal violinist. Natsumi even brought them some soup to help with pregnancy.
"Sakura, are you heartbroken?" Sato, who was playing the drums, held up a bag of snacks, trying to lighten the mood. "I haven't seen you smile at all. Did that guy... cheat on you?"
"No, it's not that." Sakura forced a smile. "I'm just... too tired."
She knew they wouldn't press her for more information, but she didn't intend to tell anyone—she decided to raise the child alone and not tell the man.
Meanwhile, Shuichi Minamino was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his company office, frowning.
He couldn't find the girl anymore.
He remembered her face, her cries, her scent that night... everything was so clear it seemed etched in his heart.
"who is she?"
He sent people to investigate the guest list, banquet videos, and hotel room records, tracing the matter bit by bit, but found nothing.
That night he didn't use any protection, and... he took her many times.
"She might be... pregnant?"
Shuichi's eyes widened in shock.
"What if she gets pregnant...?"
When he finally saw her in a backstage photograph from a theater troupe, his heart pounded uncontrollably.
"Found it."
"Her name is Hoshino Sakura."
Looking at the photo of the girl, pregnant yet still wearing high heels, smiling as she played the violin, he felt a surge of complex emotions—she was such a dazzling, such a moving woman, gentle, charming, yet tinged with sadness.
He didn't want to let go. He wanted to take responsibility.
He stood in front of her apartment for the first time and rang the doorbell.
She froze when the door opened.
His eyes crinkled with a smile: "Long time no see."
"How...how did you know I lived here?"
"Do you think I'll just let that night go?" He approached step by step.
"Nanye Shuichi, I don't want you to take responsibility." She turned to close the door, but he stopped her.
“The child is mine.” He moved closer to her, his voice low and husky. “I want to take responsibility for you—for all of you.”
Sakura looked up, and the fleeting moisture in her eyes made his heart tighten.
She bit her lip, her eyes flickering, "That night... I really was just... an accident..."
But the next second, he kissed her lips.
"...What are you doing...you...wailing..."
She blushed and couldn't push him away; tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled.
Shuichi froze for a moment, then saw her biting her lip, her eyes wet, and choking back tears, "That...that was my first kiss...you bastard..."
He was stunned for a moment, then hugged her and whispered with a smile, "...That was my first time too."
"So you're planning to raise it all by yourself? Without telling me?"
"I don't want to ruin your life."
“What a joke. You’ve ruined me.” He hugged me tighter. “You’ve made me addicted, and I can’t quit.”
"You...you're shameless."
"I only do this with you."
Their relationship restarted.
From avoidance to closeness, from shyness to attachment.
He liked to hug her and kiss her from behind while she played the piano; she would secretly look at the selfies in his phone's photo album at midnight and laugh and call him a pervert.
He loved kissing her, loved watching her blush and look away; and she no longer wanted to run away.
Their lives, which had been unexpected, turned sweet—
Their child is a miracle of love and the beginning of destiny.
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