35: Chapter 36 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (5)
35: Chapter 36 “The Son Who Pits His Mother” (5)
Gan Yuan crossed her arms, “Every second, there are five babies born in the world, which makes over four hundred thousand in a day.
If all the babies born on August 10th were your sons, Mr.
Huangfu, wouldn’t you be afraid of being exhausted to death?”
“And the blood type?”
“There are only four blood types in the whole world.
The probability of having the same blood type is 25%.
I could randomly throw a mineral water bottle on the street and hit two people with the same blood type as mine.”
“What if all of this is a coincidence,” Huangfu Jue stared into her eyes, “why did you suddenly go back on your word?”
She was prepared for this, “Because I suddenly realized that a certain someone has a twisted personality and is psychologically disturbed.
I don’t want my son to be around such a person.”
The lights in the hallway silently dimmed.
In the dark, the man suddenly closed the gap between them, his palms grasping her shoulders.
In the next second, she was enveloped in his arms, her face pressed against his chest.
One hand on her waist, the other on her head, the man completely imprisoned her in his embrace, speaking softly above her head.
“Why did you leave that morning?”
In the darkness, the man’s voice was very low, tinged with deep helplessness.
At her nose was a familiar scent, the fresh aroma of pine, the smell of rosemary, wrapped around the bouquet of the evening’s red wine, the same as that night six years ago.
Her heart tightened, her body stiffened for two seconds, and for a moment, she forgot to fight back.
Not until the phone in her pocket vibrated did Gan Yuan come back to her senses and break free from his embrace.
Behind her was the staircase, and as she stumbled against the stairs, she uncontrollably fell toward the ground, grabbing the handrail to steady herself.
Her watch struck the handrail, making a crisp noise.
The sound-activated lights came on, and the worry on her face, like the dark, was wiped away.
“I’ll say it again, Mr.
Huangfu, you have the wrong person.
I have never met you before, and my son is not your son.
Turning around, she stepped onto the stairs.
As soon as her right foot touched the staircase, she was pulled back by him and pressed against the wall.
Before the word “done” could leave her mouth, his breath was already closing in.
Her head hit the wall with a dull pain, and she instinctively took a breath.
In that moment, her lips were overtaken by his.
After two unsuccessful attempts to push him away, Gan Yuan, out of patience, clenched her teeth and bit down on his lip.
Between her teeth, a metallic sweetness spread.
The pain caused the man to loosen his grip, and she found the opportunity to dodge his kiss, drawing a breath to comfort her lungs, which ached from the lack of oxygen.
The guy’s kissing skills were still as lousy as they were six years ago.
Hasn’t he kissed in these six years?
Just as she was about to push him away, the man turned his head and bit down hard on the side of her neck.
“Bastard!” she gasped for air, struggling to push him away, “Are you a cannibal?!”
The mark he left was so obvious that it should be visible to everyone.
Narrowing his blue eyes, he glanced at the distinct red mark on her neck.
Satisfied, Huangfu Jue straightened up.
Is something wrong with his brain?
Good morning [Monday, routine request for a ticket]