Chapter 1274: Chapter 1274: He Doesn’t Want You, But I Do
In the lounge, Ziyi sat quietly in her seat, motionless, allowing the stylist to fuss over her.
After a while, the stylist finally sighed with relief, "Alright, miss, how do you find this?"
Ziyi’s eyelashes fluttered gently as she raised her head to look at herself in the mirror.
It’s perfect, with no traces of having cried at all.
As if the scene she just encountered with Pei Yuanchen never existed.
"It’s good." She forced a smile, "Thank you."
"No need to thank me, miss." The stylist said, examining her with satisfaction.
"Please leave now, I want to be alone for a while." Ziyi said softly.
The stylist cautiously replied, "But the madam instructed me to stay with you."
"No need." Ziyi smiled, carefully placing her hands over her lower abdomen, her voice falling, "You may leave."
The stylist had no choice but to turn and leave the lounge.
The room was left with only Ziyi.
She was in a daze, seemingly devoid of joy or sorrow.
After a long time, she finally looked down at her lower abdomen, the baby’s presence was quite apparent.
"Baby... your father doesn’t want me, nor does he want you..." she murmured softly, "But don’t be afraid, your mom will love you."
Suddenly, her heart filled with grief.
She bit her lip hard, preventing herself from crying out, otherwise, she’d have to redo her makeup.
She told herself that Jin Baiyan was also good to her, she should happily marry him.
Yes, she should be happy.
At this moment, Ziyi heard someone push open the door of the room, followed by clear and rhythmic footsteps.
Ziyi initially thought it was the stylist, but the sound of the footsteps didn’t match.
She raised her head slightly and saw a tall, black silhouette in the mirror.
Ziyi was momentarily dazed.
The man walked behind her and raised his hand to embrace her shoulders.
She reacted as if scalded, quickly standing up and pushing his hand away, her back pressed against the dressing table.
"How did you get in?" Ziyi glared at him, trying to appear a little fierce.
But her quickly reddening eyes and trembling lips betrayed her fragility.
Pei Yuanchen’s pupils contracted sharply.
Soon, his lips curved slightly, as if his long-held wish had finally come true.
He pulled the chair blocking his way aside, approached her, cornering her in the room.
"Don’t come near!" Ziyi’s face was full of vigilance, her whole body tensed tightly.
Pei Yuanchen didn’t touch her, but casually spoke, "Jin Baiyan is missing."
Ziyi paused, "...What?"
"He ran away from the wedding." Pei Yuanchen’s lips curled, "Looks like he doesn’t want you."
Ziyi’s eyelashes fluttered, then her face flushed red.
The extreme sense of shame made her whole body tremble.
What made her feel shame wasn’t the fact that Jin Baiyan was missing, but his tone and expression... as if he was pleased to see her misfortunate.
Why... why in just a few months has he become like this?
Ziyi almost doubted that the Pei Yuanchen she once knew and the man in front of her were not the same person.
She ultimately couldn’t hold back; tears rolled down again as the agony in her heart nearly drowned her. She bit her lip tightly, her voice hoarse, "So what, what’s it to you?"
Seeing this, Pei Yuanchen’s eyes revealed a hint of heartache.
He sighed silently and drew her into his arms.
Ziyi panicked, struggling vigorously, "Let go of me!"
"Shh..." The man caught her hands, his deep voice tinged with moistness as it reached her ears, "He doesn’t want you, I want you."
