That’s not wrong to say. But looking at this woman with such a serious face, Ye Shutong felt inexplicably displeased. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novel-fire.net
"Didn’t you say she likes him because he’s good in bed?" Ye Shutong sneered, "Now that you’re pregnant, can you still satisfy him?"
"That’s why I said I’m good in bed." Zhixi remained unfazed, "Even if I’m pregnant, I can still satisfy him."
Ye Shutong’s expression changed unpredictably, and after a long time, she coldly spat out two words: "You’re really shameless. He Jingyao must like women who wholeheartedly submit to him, right? Hah... I guess I’ve always been wrong. Actually, he’s only suited for someone like you."
"Yes." Zhixi nodded without hesitation, even turned to look at He Jingyao, "Right?"
The man stared at her for a moment, then suddenly broke into a laugh: "Right."
As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Ye Shutong, with an inexplicable smile: "Miss Ye, I’m a shallow man, I consider myself unworthy of you, and I’m sorry to disappoint you."
Ye Shutong kept her face serene and said nothing.
She’s not stupid, of course she could see that these two were just humoring her.
It’s like she was a naive child, and to make her happy, they simply went along with whatever she said.
For the first time, Ye Shutong felt... that she was so ridiculous.
If she had admitted her failure straightforwardly when He Jingyao rejected her back then, and let go gracefully, then perhaps she wouldn’t have turned out so laughable today.
Unfortunately, at that time, she gritted her teeth and told herself to persist, to persist to the end, and what was called persistence had already changed in nature.
But, at this point, she had to admit that she had completely failed.
"Young Master He, Ye International hasn’t lost yet." She suddenly spoke, "Even if Zhuo Yuwei is down, Ning Family wouldn’t bear to refuse the olive branch from the Ye Family."
He Jingyao smiled faintly: "Of course, the depth of the Ye Family, I can’t compare."
Ye Shutong took a deep breath, suddenly pointed the gun at the two: "Get out. Come back in half an hour."
He Jingyao frowned slightly, giving Zhixi a worried glance.
Zhixi smiled and nodded at him.
He Jingyao and Huo Yanhui exchanged a look, then had no choice but to turn and withdraw outside the courtyard.
The two bodyguards closed the main gate.
Inside the house, Ye Shutong put down the gun and walked towards Zhixi.
Zhixi’s face was slightly pale, but she did not flinch.
Ye Shutong glanced at her, her gaze dropping to her protruding belly.
"How many months?" she suddenly asked faintly.
Zhixi was a bit surprised but still calmly replied: "Five months."
"Since I went through so much trouble to bring you here, I can’t just do nothing." She suddenly gave a malicious smile.
Zhixi was taken aback.
As soon as half an hour was up, He Jingyao stormed in.
The bodyguards and Ye Shutong were nowhere to be seen, only Zhixi lay on the sofa, unconscious.
His heart sank heavily, and he strode over to pick her up: "Zhixi?"
Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes in a daze.
"Jingyao?" she said, frowning as she reached out to rub her shoulder.
He Jingyao suppressed his anger, his voice hoarse as he asked: "What did Ye Shutong do to you?"
She seemed confused: "I don’t know, she struck my neck, and then I passed out."
He Jingyao pressed his lips together and said nothing, lifting her in his arms and striding out.
Huo Yanhui followed behind, watching Zhixi keep rubbing the spot on her shoulder, feeling a chill run through his body.