"Not a shred of reluctance?"
Her smile at the corner of her mouth grew even colder, "Do you think I would have any regrets?"
A complex emotion flickered through the man’s dark pupils, and he furrowed his brows, "You still hate me very much."
"Ha ha... Rong Shaoze, you’re so naive!" Lin Xinlan said coldly, "You know exactly what you have done to me. Everything you’ve done, I will remember forever. I’ve already told you, I will never forgive you in my lifetime. If you never appeared before me again, I wouldn’t hate you because I don’t even want to waste my disdain on you!"
Rong Shaoze’s gaze flickered slightly; he hadn’t expected Lin Xinlan to reach a point where she couldn’t even be bothered to hate him.
Feeling a complex mix of emotions, the darkness in his eyes deepened as he changed the question, "What exactly will it take for you to not hate me?"
"I’ve answered that question before."
"I want your answer now."
"It’s still the same answer, and it always will be!"
That is, for him to disappear from her sight and never appear again for the rest of her life.
Suddenly, the man stretched into a grin, bit her neck, and after aggressively gnawing on it for a while, he looked up and said, "I’m not satisfied with your answer; this is your punishment."
Lin Xinlan endured the pain, and could no longer hold back her vitriol, "Madman! Psychopath!"
"Insult me again, and I’ll punish you more."
"..." She glared at him, unable to hide the intense anger and hatred in her eyes.
"Take back that look!" Rong Shaoze suddenly became furious, his eyes flashing coldly, "Lin Xinlan, you better not let me see you again, otherwise I won’t mind doing something that’ll make you hate me even more!"
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, they were indifferent, devoid of the strong emotions from before.
Yet, she clenched her teeth, her hands tightly grasping, as she struggled to suppress the rage in her heart.
Rong Shaoze’s expression softened, and he lowered his head to press against her lips, his profound gaze searching the depths of her eyes as he asked in a deep, resounding voice, "One last question... whose child is it?"
"..." Lin Xinlan met his gaze indifferently, her expression alarmingly alien.
"Whose child is it?" he asked again, unable to hide a careful caution in his eyes.
She lifted the corners of her mouth into a slight smile, softly stating, "It’s certainly not yours."
The man’s eyes jolted, and he roared with a lowered head, "No, he is mine! Xinlan, I know it, he’s my child, isn’t he?!"
"He’s not!" Lin Xinlan’s emotions turned fiercely agitated as she ferociously struggled, the icy hate flaring up in her eyes anew.
"Rong Shaoze, you must never mention him again! You keep asking me, isn’t it tedious? It doesn’t matter whose child he was because he’s already dead, dead! No matter whose child he was, he can’t be brought back!"
"Okay, calm down, don’t get agitated." He held her tight, continuously kissing her cheeks, gently soothing her emotions.
Lin Xinlan gradually calmed down, her eyes closing painfully.
Rong Shaoze kissed her lips and said tenderly, "I swear, I will never mention him again. Let’s both forget him, shall we not think about him anymore?"
"Xinlan, we can still have children. I’ll give you as many as you want. From now on, let’s not talk about the past anymore, let’s not think about those sad things again."
"Also, if you don’t want to marry me, we don’t have to get married right now. When you’re ready, we’ll get married, okay?"