Wen Baozhu neither dodged nor flinched. She remained standing where she was.
Just as the other person was about to reach out and grab her arm, her expression suddenly changed. Leaning on the back of the chair, she bent over and began to retch violently.
She gently patted her chest, looking pained and enduring.
The bodyguard was startled by her behavior and didn't dare to step forward for a moment.
After taking a few deep breaths and calming herself down, she looked up and said softly, "It's strange. I don't know if it's because the smell in the racetrack is too strong, but I've been having a really bad pregnancy reaction today. I'm afraid... I won't be able to keep my appointment with Young Master Deng."
As soon as she said this, the atmosphere in the room changed.
Originally, everyone only regarded Wen Baozhu as an unfavored nominal second wife. But now that she was pregnant, things were completely different.
She was carrying the Fu family's heir in her womb, and no one could afford to insult her casually.
Unless Deng Yixiang didn't want to stay in Hong Kong anymore.
After Wen Baozhu finished speaking, she straightened her back.
Pregnant before marriage? Using her pregnancy to climb the social ladder?
A barefoot person is not afraid of those wearing shoes. She didn't care anymore what the people around her thought of her.
She just wanted to survive.
This was her last and only struggle in this desperate situation.
The bodyguard's face also changed. He immediately turned around and left, presumably to report this unexpected situation to Deng Yixiang.
After waiting for a long time, no one came to grab her again.
Did this mean she was saved?
Wen Baozhu's heart was pounding. She subconsciously turned to look at Fu Lian.
The man still didn't look at her. He just stared down at a document, not even raising his head in her direction.
Fang Yuan didn't expect this either. She didn't even know that Wen Baozhu was pregnant.
She was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked over to support Wen Baozhu. With a concerned look on her face, she said, "Baozhu, are you okay?"
Wen Baozhu turned her head. Her eyes were bloodshot, looking terrifyingly red.
Her legs were already weak. She forced a smile and said reassuringly, "Don't worry. I'm fine."
"It's all Fu Lian's fault," Fang Yuan pouted, complaining in a coquettish tone. "He could have easily sorted things out for you, but he had to make you handle it on your own."
"You must have been so scared. I'll ask the waiter to pour you a cup of hot water."
"You're really something. You didn't even tell anyone you were pregnant. No wonder your hands were so cold just now. I'll ask someone to get you some heat patches."
Wen Baozhu slowly sat back on the chair, feeling her body temperature gradually rising.
Just now, she was really scared.
But she had no other choice but to take this desperate step.
It was obvious that Deng Yixiang had ulterior motives, and everyone present knew it, including the powerful Fu Lian.
But no one was willing to offend Deng Yixiang for her sake.
The only one who could protect her was herself.
...
After leaving the horse - racing club, Wen Baozhu was driven back to the villa by the chauffeur.
Although she already knew that Fu Lian had a date tonight, she still had a strong feeling that he would come back.
Sure enough.
At ten o'clock at night, Fu Lian appeared at the door of her room and walked straight to the bedside.
"Get up," the man's voice was cold and deep, full of oppression and command.
Wen Baozhu slowly opened her eyes and sat up in bed. Looking up at him, she said, "Mr. Fu."
Fu Lian looked down at her plain face.
Unlike this afternoon when she looked as panicked as a fawn, she was very calm now.
She was like a soft dough. No matter how it was kneaded or beaten, it would always return to a calm state.
She didn't cry, make a fuss, or argue. She didn't even ask a single question.
This made him quite satisfied.
In the quiet room, Wen Baozhu simply said, "Now?"
There was no emotion or fluctuation in her voice.
It wasn't even a real question. Without waiting for Fu Lian's answer, she started to undo the buttons of her pajamas.
She didn't complain about what had happened during the day, nor did she show any weakness or ask for his protection. She just calmly asked if they should do it.
But just a few hours ago, she had almost become Deng Yixiang's plaything in bed.
Yet now, it was as if nothing had happened. It was just another calm and peaceful day like any other.
Fu Lian laughed. Leaning over, he grabbed her chin with one hand and stared into her eyes.
His eyes were cold. "Wen Baozhu, who gave you the guts to defy Deng Yixiang? Do you know he's my next business partner?"
"You did, Mr. Fu," Wen Baozhu said calmly.
"Me? When did I ever say you could use your so - called pregnancy to deceive others?"
Wen Baozhu shook her head. "You didn't tell me to deceive others, but you said, 'You have to find your own way to solve the troubles you've caused.'"
Her quick thinking was commendable.
Fu Lian's eyes swept across Wen Baozhu's face. Her long hair fell on her shoulders, and the stray hairs were tucked behind her ears, revealing her full forehead. Under the night light, her features looked extremely pitiful.
Even Fu Lian's accusatory attitude softened a bit.
"Since you're so smart, why did you dare to seduce Deng Yixiang?"
He asked coldly, not giving her a chance to defend herself. He simply pushed up her pajamas, which she hadn't fully unbuttoned.
The cold air touched her skin. The man's arm tightened suddenly. When his palm covered her waist, Wen Baozhu's body trembled slightly.
Only then did she realize that Fu Lian wasn't really here to scold her for her desperate act.
He was just unhappy that she had been entangled with someone like Deng Yixiang.
She was his possession. Before he had squeezed all the value out of her or got bored of her, no one else was allowed to covet or use her.
Thinking of this, Fu Lian's eyes darkened a bit.
He leaned over and bit her shoulder, leaving a few red marks on her fair skin.
Several times, Wen Baozhu frowned in pain but didn't make a sound.
After the punishment, Fu Lian skillfully began to arouse her, making her quickly immerse herself in this act of love.
Wen Baozhu's face gradually turned crimson, and her breathing became rapid. "Mr. Fu."
"You have to obey me from now on, Baozhu," Fu Lian said, increasing his strength. He pulled her like a bow, then relaxed, constantly adjusting her flexibility and limits.
Since Wen Baozhu used to practice dance, her body could stretch to amazing angles.
This greatly pleased Fu Lian.
When the final note faded away, Fu Lian hugged her tightly in his arms.
The force was so strong that it almost crushed her bones.
"From now on, don't let me see you getting involved with other men.
"You're dirty."
Wen Baozhu lowered her eyes.
She understood what he meant.
A worthless and defiled chess piece would easily become an abandoned one.
After a long time, with a docile look, she replied softly, "I belong to you, Mr. Fu. I'll only obey you."
"Mr. Fu, don't abandon me."
Fu Lian curled his lips.
It seemed she wasn't completely useless.
Unexpectedly, the man didn't leave that night. Instead, he slept in Wen Baozhu's bed.
Before going to sleep, Fu Lian asked her if there was anything she wanted. It was a kind of reward for pleasing the benefactor.
After being exhausted, Wen Baozhu was so tired and sleepy that her mind was already hazy.
With her eyes closed, she murmured, "Pearl Buck..."
"Pearl Buck?" Fu Lian leaned closer to listen. Seeing that she stopped talking, he shook her waist to keep her awake.
Wen Baozhu had to force herself to open her eyes, but she was extremely sleepy. "I want to ask if you could spare Pearl Buck from euthanasia, Mr. Fu."