Once again, it was the familiar posture, the familiar rhythm, and the familiar way.
Wen Baozhu frowned tightly. Her fingers unconsciously clenched the bedsheet beneath her as she silently endured the tearing pain.
She was acting very strangely today.
In the past, although it was difficult for her to get into the mood, at least she tried to cater to him. But today, her limbs were as stiff as a corpse, and no matter what, he couldn't arouse the slightest ripple from her.
The man felt displeased. His cold gaze slowly swept across her face until it landed on her lips.
Because she had bitten down too hard, her lips had begun to turn pale.
Her fair face was also completely bloodless, looking like a fragile porcelain on the verge of shattering. Instead, it made him want to destroy and ravage her even more.
"You were quite proactive at the old mansion today, weren't you?" Fu Lian said coldly. "But as soon as you get home, you start to play the chaste and virtuous lady. Are you doing it on purpose?"
Wen Baozhu shook her head desperately. With great effort, she opened her mouth, and her voice was hoarse and rough like a broken tape. "I... I didn't."
She just wasn't used to it yet.
Physically, she wasn't used to his size, and mentally, she had to quickly adapt to his new identity.
The prospective son - in - law of the Fang family and the fiancé of Miss Fang.
Seeing that she was in a daze, Fu Lian's eyes turned cold. He tightly grabbed her waist with both hands, and his fingers dug into her soft skin, leaving faint pink fingerprints.
The pain came on fiercely. Wen Baozhu closed her eyes tightly and silently endured his violence and plunder.
She felt that her body was like a rag that was being casually torn, and at this moment, it was on the verge of shattering.
Wen Baozhu didn't dare to open her eyes. Compared to silently enduring the pain, she was more afraid of meeting those cold and deep eyes.
It would be over soon. She kept comforting herself in her heart.
It would be over soon.
The pain would stop soon.
Soon.
The long - lasting pain and torture gradually numbed her senses. It was not until the man had completely released and vented that he finally let her go.
She curled up her body and couldn't help trembling slightly.
The man got up, turned on the light in the room, and walked into the bathroom.
After taking a quick hot shower and coming out, Fu Lian began to put on his clothes one by one. It seemed that he was about to leave.
This time, Wen Baozhu was really in pain. She gasped for air and shakily got up from the bed.
Her voice was so weak that it seemed to be floating in the air, but the words she said were astonishing. "Do you... want to do it one more time?"
Fu Lian's hand that was buttoning his shirt paused.
She gritted her teeth and said hoarsely, "Aunt Jiang said that if we do it more times, the probability of getting pregnant will be higher..."
Their eyes met, and Wen Baozhu saw his eyes gradually turn sharp.
In those dark and deep pupils were expressions that she couldn't understand.
There was mockery, ridicule, amusement, and contempt for her over - confidence.
Obviously, her body was extremely resistant, but she still said against her will that she wanted more.
Silly girl.
Fu Lian looked into her eyes. After a long time, he slowly opened his mouth. His tone was neither happy nor angry. "I wonder how those paparazzi will write the news about 'The prospective second wife of the Fu family suddenly suffered severe vaginal bleeding and was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment in the middle of the night'?"
By then, probably all the newspapers in Hong Kong would be sold out, and the paparazzi and Hong Kong media would be counting money until their hands got sore.
Wen Baozhu pursed her lips, and her fingertips tightened a bit. "I heard that Mr. Fu is going to get engaged. I'll try my best to get pregnant as soon as possible so as not to keep dragging you down."
Perhaps her posture was too humble. Fu Lian put away some of his coldness and said in an extremely calm tone, "You don't need to worry about this. Just let nature take its course."
Wen Baozhu bit her lips tightly.
Let nature take its course?
How could she just let nature take its course?
If she continued like this, she would become a home - wrecker who interfered in someone else's marriage!
She still wanted to struggle. "Mr. Fu, it's not as exaggerated as you said. I'm in a state where I can continue. Let's just..."
Fu Lian was really impatient. He pressed his long legs in suit pants on the bed, leaned forward, pressed her shoulders, and pushed her down straight. His big palm then covered her smooth thigh.
His other hand pressed on her waist and gradually moved down.
Even though his fingers hadn't touched her lower abdomen yet, Wen Baozhu already felt the familiar spasmodic pain deep in her body.
It was not something she could control subjectively, but due to her body's self - protection mechanism, she instinctively made an involuntary dodging movement against her will.
Seeing her curl up, Fu Lian's gaze became even darker. His voice was cold and emotionless. "So this is what you mean by being able to do it one more time."
As if his mood had been spoiled, he turned around and left.
Wen Baozhu was lying flat on the big bed, still maintaining the same posture as before. Her empty eyes stared blankly at the chandelier in the room.
The light was so blindingly white that it gave her the illusion of going blind.
She couldn't see anything except the sharp light beam.
Just like her life.
She couldn't see anything.
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Fu Lian had really been rough on her the previous night. The next day, Wen Baozhu even had difficulty getting out of bed. She was so weak that it seemed as if her soul had been taken away, leaving only a limp body.
She leaned against the wall and staggered to the counter.
Her fingers skillfully opened the drawer and took out the painkillers. Without even drinking water, she swallowed the capsules dry.
After her body gradually adapted to the continuous pain, Wen Baozhu pushed open the door and walked out of the room.
As usual, Aunt Jiang had stewed some highly nourishing soup and Chinese medicine and placed them on the dining table.
In addition, there was an unopened tube of ointment, placed together with the medicine bowl.
Wen Baozhu picked it up and looked at the instructions. She knew that this medicine was used to relieve the swelling and pain there. For a moment, her earlobes couldn't help but turn hot.
She went back to her room to apply the medicine. Just then, Aunt Jiang came back from shopping for groceries.
Wen Baozhu said, "Thank you, Aunt Jiang."
Aunt Jiang thought her thanks were a bit strange. She glanced at the empty medicine bowls on the table.
She waved her hand and said, "You don't need to thank me. It would be better if you could get pregnant soon."
In the following days, Fu Lian didn't come here again.
Aunt Jiang was a bit anxious and asked her if she had angered Mr. Fu that night. She didn't know how to answer.
Thinking of his cold expression when he left, he should be angry, Wen Baozhu thought.
Two more days passed.
One day after lunch, Fu Lian's car stopped in front of the villa again.
Aunt Jiang was even happier than Wen Baozhu. She smiled brightly and went to open the door for him. "Hello, Mr. Fu."
The man was dressed very formally in a black suit today, as if he was going to attend an important occasion. The luxurious silk fabric on him exuded a fatal sense of intimidation and oppression.
His eyes and eyebrows were sharp and three - dimensional, and his aura was so strong that people couldn't help but shift their gazes downward.
The man replied with a soft "Hello". His gaze was fixed on Wen Baozhu, who suddenly stood up on the sofa.
His gaze was cold. Wen Baozhu felt a bit uncomfortable and lowered her head deeply.
Fu Lian asked her, "Are you fully recovered from your injury?"
Aunt Jiang was stunned.
Wen Baozhu had always been under her nose. How did she not know when Wen Baozhu got injured and where the injury was?
Wen Baozhu was also stunned for a few seconds before she realized what he meant. Immediately, she felt her face burning hot all the way to her earlobes. "Yes... I'm all better."
So it was Fu Lian who had given the ointment.
"That's good." Fu Lian nodded. "There's a horse race this afternoon. You'll attend it on behalf of the second wife of the Fu family."