It wasn't the first time that the man in front of her had held her body tightly.
Yet every time, Wen Baozhu still couldn't help trembling all over, with every hair standing on end.
The man took her hand. The slightly cool touch of his palm made her tense up even more, stiff as an ice sculpture.
"Wen Baozhu, relax your body."
Fu Lian wrapped his arms around her waist. Driven by his burning desire, he kissed her. Her breathing soon became ragged.
Wen Baozhu's resistance was in vain. She could only stare round - eyed at the magnificent crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the man's face that occasionally came into view.
She often felt like a well.
And Fu Lian was a diligent well - digger.
In the heat of passion, his eyes grew dark. He kissed her lips forcefully, giving the final irrigation to her body.
...
Fu Lian never took any safety measures.
Wen Baozhu never took a shower immediately afterwards.
The two of them were surprisingly unanimous in their attitude towards getting Wen Baozhu pregnant as soon as possible.
They maintained a high degree of tacit understanding, both hoping that she would conceive this time.
Fu Lian didn't plan to stay the night. Coming here to do this with her was just to fulfill a task.
He stood by the bed, his suit, shirt, and tie neatly ironed. With his naturally superior features, his brow ridges and nose bridge were smooth and handsome, and his noble aura came from his status and position.
"Ask Aunt Jiang to take you to the hospital for a check - up tomorrow. Keep taking care of your body."
Fu Lian always kept his words to a minimum and didn't communicate with her unless necessary.
He looked at her as if she were an ant.
Wen Baozhu remained silent. She looked up into his cold black eyes, shivered involuntarily, and quickly lowered her head.
Fu Lian was so noble that she didn't even dare to look into his eyes for too long.
She quickly nodded, her voice extremely weak.
"...Thank you, Mr. Fu."
Among the Fu brothers, Fu Lian was the elder one, and Fu Nian was the younger.
Among the several prominent families in Hong Kong, the Fu family ranked first, and Fu Lian was the most anticipated future head of the Fu family.
Compared with his excellent elder brother, Fu Nian was a bit inferior.
He fully fit the common stereotype of a playboy. He was cynical and fond of debauchery. The night before his engagement, he was having a bachelor party. Due to over - excitement, he died suddenly in a hotel bed.
Undoubtedly, this was a scandal for the Fu family.
The Fu family tried their best to suppress it. Even the news of Fu Nian's death was not spread. They claimed that Fu Nian had suddenly fallen seriously ill and was sent abroad for treatment.
The whole thing was handled very decently, and almost no news leaked out.
Only Wen Baozhu's position became awkward.
Because she was Fu Nian's fiancée.
A fiancée who had only met Fu Nian once and had no emotional connection with him.
The second time they met was at Fu Nian's funeral.
To avoid being discovered by the media and paparazzi, Fu Nian's funeral was very hasty. Only the Fu family members attended.
In front of the cold and dark tombstone, Li Wenshu, the mistress of the Fu family who had just lost her son, wiped away her tears with a handkerchief. She calmly said to Wen Baozhu, "You must give birth to a child for Fu Nian as soon as possible."
Wen Baozhu thought she had misheard.
Did she have the ability to communicate with the dead and give birth to a child for a deceased person?
But Li Wenshu soon gave her the answer: Fu Lian and Fu Nian were brothers, and they both had the blood of the Fu family.
Paper couldn't cover fire after all. She had to get pregnant with Fu Lian's child before the news of Fu Nian's death broke out. Then they could claim that it was Fu Nian's posthumous child.
Li Wenshu continued expressionlessly, "You are the publicly - announced fiancée of Fu Nian in the Fu family. You are the most legitimate one. Whether he is alive or dead, you are burdened with the mission of carrying on Fu Nian's family line. A Nian needs a descendant with the blood of the Fu family to pray for him and burn paper for him on his anniversary every year."
Big families attached great importance to the continuation of the family line. If Fu Nian had no descendants, there would be no one to burn paper for him on Tomb - sweeping Festival or Cold Food Festival. He would probably be lonely in the underworld.
But in Wen Baozhu's view, making Fu Nian wear a metaphorical green hat might not let him rest in peace.
Li Wenshu clearly knew her weakness. She smiled and told her, "Baozhu, your mother received ten million yuan from the Fu family when she sent you here. Also, the Fu family can take care of all your mother's dialysis fees in Fucheng, the cost of your grandmother's kidney transplant and subsequent treatment. How about using these as compensation?"
As expected of a noble family, even such a cruel and cold threat was said so gracefully and even in a polite tone.
Li Wenshu was reminding her of how she had escaped from the remote and backward Fucheng and was allowed to appear in the expensive Hong Kong, and even became the much - watched future young mistress of the Fu family.
Wen Baozhu felt a chill in her heart.
She knew that since her mother had exchanged her for ten million yuan and agreed to the marriage contract with the Fu family, she had no right to refuse anything.
This was just a notice, not a consultation.
Her legs trembled in fear of her fate.
She turned to look at Fu Lian with hopeful eyes, naively thinking that such a gentle and kind gentleman as him would surely firmly refuse this absurd request.
But Fu Lian nodded slightly. "If this is mother's decision, I have no objection."
Despair and dejection enveloped her like an endless black tide, tightly winding around her legs and pulling her down.
...
One week later in the early morning, Wen Baozhu took a pregnancy test stick and walked into the bathroom.
She was extremely nervous and kept staring at the thin stick until a single line gradually appeared. She tightly closed her eyes, feeling extremely painful.
Why wasn't she pregnant yet?
In this past week, she had been drinking different kinds of soups and traditional Chinese medicines every day until her tongue was bitter and she couldn't taste anything. Fu Lian had also appeared in her bed on time every night without fail, doing the deed of making a baby with her...
What went wrong?
Was it because the time was too short or the frequency was not enough?
The bathroom door was knocked. Aunt Jiang called out to her from outside, "Miss Wen, have you got the result?"
Wen Baozhu walked out, looking dejected.
Aunt Jiang took one look at her and knew there was still no good news. She couldn't help but snort, with undisguised contempt in her eyes. She openly insulted her, "You're really a hen that can't lay eggs. The mistress will be angry when she finds out."
The "mistress" in her mouth was, of course, Li Wenshu.
Aunt Jiang was specially arranged by Li Wenshu to take care of her. Under the pretext of taking care, it was more about monitoring her movements.
When Aunt Jiang first came, she was quite amiable to Wen Baozhu. But later, after she gradually figured out Li Wenshu's attitude towards Wen Baozhu, she became arrogant towards her too.
Aunt Jiang frowned and said, "I've told you to put a pillow under your waist. Don't rush to wipe it off with paper after it's over. Did you not follow my instructions?"
Aunt Jiang had taught her the "secret recipe" for getting pregnant more than once. Some of the methods were vulgar and licentious, almost trampling on her self - esteem and dignity.
Wen Baozhu blushed with embarrassment and whispered in defense, "I did, I did."
It was just that Fu Lian thought the pillow was in the way and just threw it on the ground. She was too embarrassed to pick it up.
"Useless thing! Last night's chicken soup is in the fridge. Heat it up yourself if you're hungry."
Not having any good news to report to Li Wenshu, Aunt Jiang turned around impatiently and left. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Fu Lian, who had appeared out of nowhere.
Aunt Jiang's face turned pale. Afraid that he had heard what she had just said and would be unhappy, she quickly panicked and explained, "Mr. Fu, I didn't mean anything else. I'm just anxious on behalf of the mistress..."
When Wen Baozhu saw Fu Lian, her heart skipped a beat.
He had the key to this villa and didn't need to knock when entering. It was quite reasonable for him to appear here suddenly.
The man was wearing a dark - brown cashmere overcoat. His features were still handsome and cold. His gaze was cold as it fell on her.
His calm scrutiny always made her feel a bit embarrassed.
She looked as numb as a puppet on strings, not knowing what expression to put on when facing him.
Fu Lian stared at Wen Baozhu, his expression unchanged.
After a moment, he twitched his lips, and his cold voice slowly came out of his mouth. "Aunt Jiang, don't feel guilty. You're not completely wrong."