Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Yichen was thoroughly stunned and utterly disgusted by the thought.
Brother?
He only had one brother!
He would never acknowledge any child she bore.
Yun Tianyou’s cold and proud face surfaced in his mind. That boy would be the only one he would acknowledge as his brother in this lifetime; there was none other!
“Grandpa…”
“Wanrou, you can’t rush this kind of thing. Everything will work out in the end.” Mu Sheng quickly consoled her, thinking that she was simply overanxious to have children of her own.
She was an observant woman and knew that speaking further about this matter would be detrimental.
She did not want to incur Grandpa Mu’s suspicion.
Her pregnancy had to be kept a secret until she could derive a fitting solution. If she could not, she would be having a future filled with misfortune!
She got nauseous after dinner and secretly went to the washroom to throw up.
A servant chanced upon her as she was vomiting and walked up to check on her. “Young mistress, are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
“You look like you are having morning sickness!”
Mu Wanrou’s face stiffened, and she glared darkly at her.
Knowing that she had hit the wrong note, the servant hastily retreated.
She raised her head to the bathroom mirror and saw a pale face staring back at her.
…
“You can drop me here. Thank you!”
Yun Shishi alighted from the car, went up the driver’s side, and smilingly told Qin Zhou that.
With his hands on the steering wheel, he eyed her with concern and asked hesitantly, “Shishi, are you sure you are all right? Have an early rest once you get inside your home, or you won’t recover fast!”
“Rest assured, Mr. Qin; I recuperate fast. I’ll recover after a sleep!” She confidently tapped her chest.
Her action made him laugh. “All right, then. I’ll be off now.”
The car slowly drove away.
She watched the car vanish into the distance before she turned around and headed for the door to let herself in.
The sky had turned dark by now.
With one push, the door opened into a quiet and desolate house.
The floor-to-ceiling window was wide opened, letting the strong night breeze send the pristine, white curtains flying about.
There was no one at home.
Yun Yecheng went out to run some errands, while Li Hanlin called to say he would be bringing Youyou to the bookstore. The man seemed to like the boy a lot and vice versa.
Putting her bag on top of the cabinet, she felt cold all of a sudden.
Hence, under the faint moonlight streaming in from the outside, she walked up to window and pulled it shut.
She could instinctively pick up an exquisite, smoky aroma within the stuffy room.
Why is this room smelling of cigarettes?!
Her father had quit smoking long ago.
It was definitely not Youyou, either.
She spun around and swept her gaze across the living room. The spacious place was empty and dead. By the time she turned around, the smell had already died away.
She smiled sheepishly; was it her imagination?
Perhaps she was overreacting.
Feeling tired, she entered her bedroom.
Just as she stepped into the room, a tall and dark figure rushed to her.
Before she could react, she was plastered against the door by the figure!
The tall and lean body easily cornered her!
Alarmed, she stared up at the figure with wide eyes. With the aid of the faint light coming from the window, she deduced from the assailant’s build that it was a young chap!
The man had a familiar, velvety scent with a hint of smoke.