From the moment he was born, he was chosen as the next successor to the President, strictly trained to not have his own thoughts and to prioritize the greater good.
He did everything required of him, and he did it very well.
Mo Jin told himself, just this once.
Mo Jin almost fell into contemplation, and Doctor Feng by his side was naturally not the talkative type, creating a terrifyingly silent atmosphere in the room for a while.
After a long time thinking, as if wrestling with himself, Mo Jin couldn’t help but ask, "If we remove her child, is there a possibility she might harm herself?"
"This..." Doctor Feng pondered for a moment, "That is a possibility."
Although their interaction was brief, it was clear to him that Shen Cheng was a fiery person; if someone forced her to do something against her will, it might result in mutual destruction.
He was only responsible for carrying out Mo Jin’s orders and was indifferent to the potential consequences.
Accustomed to life and death, he felt no remorse for a stranger’s life.
But since Mo Jin asked, he had no choice but to answer truthfully.
Mo Jin closed his eyes, masking the hesitation in his gaze: "If she harms herself, then confine her and slowly nurse her back..."
He could not bear the thought of another man’s presence within the woman he desired; the only option was to terminate the pregnancy, remove all means of self-harm, and let time heal her wounds.
Doctor Feng didn’t say much and simply nodded expressionlessly: "I’ll prepare the medication."
The two reached a tacit agreement.
Meanwhile, the butler was instructing the servants to deliver food to Shen Cheng’s room.
Not knowing Shen Cheng’s preferences, the kitchen prepared a full table using various methods.
The butler bowed respectfully to Shen Cheng: "Miss Shen, please have lunch."
Shen Cheng ignored him.
After this morning’s ordeal, her guard was more up than ever; if the food was drugged...
She didn’t want to walk into the trap herself.
Having worked in the President’s Mansion for many years, the butler was adept at reading expressions and understood what Shen Cheng was thinking.
Without saying much, he simply took a new set of bowls and chopsticks, picked a bit of each dish, tasted it, and showed Shen Cheng.
Then he held up the chopsticks; they did not blacken, indicating that the food was safe.
Shen Cheng still sat steadfastly, showing no intention of acknowledging him.
The butler sighed inwardly, remembering the President’s words, "As long as she doesn’t try to escape, let her be," and then he respectfully withdrew.
Shen Cheng deeply disliked this feeling of being controlled, but she had no choice but to wait it out for now.
The room was spacious and quiet, and the people taking care of Shen Cheng were not talkative; at least, they never engaged in idle chatter when she was awake.
Shen Cheng listened to the ticking of the clock’s second hand, a rhythmic sound that seemed to calm her.
However, gradually, she felt something was off.
It was only noon, yet she felt an unstoppable drowsiness.
Although pregnancy had made her more prone to tiredness than before, it was never as severe as it was now.
With this thought, the drowsiness became even more intense.
Shen Cheng suddenly startled, almost instantly realizing: it was sedatives!
She hadn’t touched the lunch or any water, so...
Shen Cheng’s gaze shifted and locked onto the Beast Furnace on the table, from which thin streams of blue smoke still wafted.