"A few years later, when we have a child, I’ll tell you where he is," the man whispered softly in her ear.
When he mentioned the words ’when we have a child’, An Ruo shivered involuntarily.
She used to think that marrying Mo Hua wouldn’t matter even without love, as long as life was happy. Now, she realized that apart from Tang Yuchen, she couldn’t accept any other man at all.
She couldn’t even accept having a child with another man. Just the thought of it made her feel repulsed.
Her child could only be Kangkang, only be Tang Yuchen’s child. If she had another man’s child, she would feel as if the child wasn’t hers.
An Ruo was deep in thought when Xingtian suddenly embraced her and kissed her lips, then her neck.
His kisses were gentle, but she felt nothing at all, even slightly nauseous.
The man kissed her obsessively, murmuring ambiguously, "An Ruo, what should I do? I can’t wait to hold the wedding. I... really want you..."
His breath became heavy and scorching, and he held her tighter.
An Ruo felt as if she had been pricked by a needle, and, terrified, pushed him away: "No!"
Xingtian was caught off guard and was pushed into the sharp corner of the table, feeling a stinging pain in his back.
He pursed his lips and looked at her, his eyes immensely dark.
An Ruo quickly got up and backed away a few steps: "You can’t touch me."
Afraid he would get angry, she added, "At least not right now."
Xingtian stood straight, and the gloom in his eyes vanished instantly.
He smiled and said, "Alright, I won’t touch you now. Can I touch you on our wedding night?"
An Ruo abruptly turned her head to avoid looking at him, worried he would see the disgust in her eyes.
What should she do, she couldn’t endure his touch, nor could she bear his child, what on earth should she do?
Xingtian let Mo Hua go, and An Ruo saved him, settling a burden in her heart.
The day of the wedding came quickly, and early in the morning, several maids came to dress her up. An Ruo was like a puppet, letting them help her into the wedding dress, put on makeup, and style her hair.
Once everything was ready, Xingtian knocked and came in immediately, a gleam of admiration flashing in his eyes when he saw her.
"All of you, leave." He stared at An Ruo but spoke to the maids.
"Yes." The maids smiled and left, considerately closing the door for them.
Xingtian walked over to An Ruo, his eyes full of tenderness, "An Ruo, you look beautiful today. I knew you would be the most beautiful bride in the world."
An Ruo slightly curled her lips, giving a self-mocking smile, "I’m almost thirty, where’s the beauty in that?"
"No, you really are beautiful," he said hurriedly.
"You have a special aura about you, like the refined ladies of ancient deep chambers." That kind of beauty with a scholarly and serene elegance.
The world is too restless now, and there are very few women as calm and indifferent as you.
Uncomfortable with his fervent gaze, An Ruo looked away and asked him blandly, "Xingtian, I’ll ask you again, do you really have to marry me? Your mind won’t change?"
The smile on the man’s lips disappeared, and he said unhappily, "Why are you still unwilling to marry me at this point?"
An Ruo lifted her skirt, walked to the bedside, and sat down, calmly meeting his gaze.
"I don’t love you, and you forcibly trapped me on this island. How can you expect me to willingly marry you?