Chapter 947: Chapter 927: Pregnant Women Can Also Exercise Appropriately
"Don’t tell me you don’t know what you did yourself? Last time you came to Yunling, you captured your traitorous subordinate and executed him on the spot—I saw it with my own eyes! You ignore the law, enforcing some gangster code, and yet you claim that Beiming Hall has gone clean, that it’s not some shady mafia. Tch."
He sneered abruptly, cold as ice: "And aside from knowing that person was my traitorous subordinate, do you also know that person was a fugitive serial killer wanted by A Country?"
Her voice faltered, and she stared at him.
"That person had been on A Country’s most-wanted list and fled into China. When I last came to Yunling, one of my missions was to help the government capture him. If the criminal resists...then justice must be carried out on the spot."
Those last four words were spoken lightly, as if they weighed nothing, yet they cut like a blade.
She shuddered, but still tried to argue: "Fine, I’ll concede you had reason for that. But what about your fiancée? You could even kill your fiancée—how could I possibly believe you’re any kind of decent person?!"
This was the question she had kept buried in her heart, one she’d never dared to ask.
It was also the reason why she harbored such deep resistance and fear toward this man.
As soon as the words left her mouth, the pupils of Si Yuheng’s eyes contracted, a sharp intensity flashing through them. Reflexively, his hand shot out and gripped her delicate neck: "Shut up!"
His fingertips, fueled by his agitation, exerted uncontrollable force. The cracking sound of her slender neck bones was audible.
Her face flushed as she looked into his rage-filled, blazing eyes, struggling weakly. "Cough..."
It was only then that he snapped out of it and released her neck.
She clutched her neck, coughing harshly.
He clenched his teeth, pulling her up as he prepared to call for a doctor.
"Don’t bother—" Liang Anya, realizing his intention, shoved him away with all her might and mocked him viciously, "If I die, I die. At worst, I’ll end up like your fiancée! What’s one more life on your hands, anyway?!"
His expression turned icy, filled with suppressed fury as he fought the impulse to strangle this woman. His voice dropped to a bone-chilling coldness: "Do you even know what happened between me and Xueli? No? Then shut your damn mouth!"
Xueli? Was that the name of his fiancée?
Liang Anya froze for a moment.
Did he mean there was more to the story?
But no matter what had happened, no matter how much Xueli might have been in the wrong, a normal person wouldn’t be so deranged as to kill someone—especially their own woman!
All her life, she had been taught that this was a society governed by law, where murder was among the gravest crimes, a violation of justice.
But this man clearly disregarded the rule of law, and that was something she could never accept. How could this violent maniac justify killing his own fiancée under any pretext?
Yet, why did his eyes hold a flicker of pain? As though she had just reopened a wound he most wanted to keep hidden?
Pain? He killed her, and he’s the one in pain? What a joke!
But for some reason, Liang Anya felt she could no longer confront him head-on. She didn’t want to provoke him further—she had no intention of meeting the same fate as Xueli.
After a long pause, her tone softened: "Fine, I won’t talk about it anymore. I want to sleep now."
She lay down as she spoke, pulling the blanket over most of her face.
She had provoked his anger and now acted as if nothing had happened, going to sleep just like that?
Sleep? Fine, then.
He lay down beside her, wrapping an arm around her belly from behind.
Liang Anya flinched sharply, elbowing him: "Si Yuheng, didn’t you just say goodbye to the baby earlier—"
"This isn’t saying goodbye to the baby."
"Then what are you doing?" She began to have a bad feeling.
In the dim light, he leaned closer to her soft earlobe, his voice maliciously playful: "You think you can just get away with it? Asking questions you shouldn’t have, provoking me—now I’m in a really bad mood."
He couldn’t seriously be planning to punish her again, could he?! Her first instinct was exactly this. She immediately covered her mouth with her hands, terrified he’d take her off guard.
Seeing her free up her hands to protect her mouth, he couldn’t help but chuckle.
This woman—so naive.
A "low-level beginner punishment" like that clearly wouldn’t suffice for the anger she had stirred up tonight.
He pressed her waist, pulling her closer into his embrace. Even though she was in the late stages of pregnancy, her petite frame, characteristic of most Asian women, was still slender. It was easy for him to shift her position to his liking. His large hand boldly slid downward, roaming along her legs...
Her entire body trembled, and she began to struggle immediately: "Si Yuheng, what’s wrong with you now? Si Yuheng—fuck you—"
He was seriously escalating his so-called punishment step by step!
His hand continued its invasive descent, and he leaned down to her ear, his voice laced with wickedness: "My grandpa’s too old; fucking him isn’t fun. How about you fuck me? ...Or I’ll fuck you?"
"...I’m pregnant!"
"Pregnant women can still exercise appropriately. We can use the side-entry position. It won’t hurt the baby." His voice grew husky and hoarse.
"Si Yuheng, don’t push it! We agreed—I’m only here to give birth to this child for you. If you have other special needs, take a left and go to Kasey’s room!" She could already feel the hardness pressing against her waist and was truly starting to panic.
These past few months, she had let her guard down, thinking he wouldn’t do anything to her. Now she realized—how could that be possible? He was a man, after all, and there would come a day when his restraint broke!
Needs? Yes...
Her words had inadvertently reminded him.
Ever since she had moved in here, he hadn’t touched her.
For a man with normal physical desires, months without intimacy was unthinkable.
With his temporary return to the home country scheduled for tomorrow, he didn’t want to waste this perfect evening.
He had always thought of her as just the woman bearing his child. But tonight, he wanted her to be his woman.
The more she squirmed and resisted, the more she lit a match inside him, igniting a blazing fire as heat surged through his entire body. Breathing heavily, he growled: "You’re already about to give birth to my child—what difference does one more time make? Let me remind you of what one night of ecstasy with me felt like. How about it?"
"Not—gonna—happen!" she roared, but her protest was cut off as he clamped a hand over her mouth.
His large hand grew bolder, about to lift her nightgown, when suddenly he froze...
Her body was trembling uncontrollably.
He flipped her over and was met with the sight of her tear-streaked lashes and watery eyes.
She glared at him, equal parts hatred and helpless fear. Crystal tears clung to her lashes, about to fall.
He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes narrowing before he finally released her arms with an irritated sigh: "Ruined the mood. Fine, forget it!"
It was just sex—did she need to act like he’d slaughtered her entire family?
As she prepared to take the opportunity to move farther away, his long arm suddenly stretched out and wrapped around her waist. Clearly, he had no plans to truly let her go.
"What are you doing? Didn’t you say you’d stop?" she asked, choking back tears.
Didn’t he bring along his mistress? He didn’t lack someone to warm his bed, so why did he have to focus on her?
God, she was just a heavily pregnant woman!
"What am I doing? You started this fire. Isn’t it your responsibility to put it out?" He was as domineering as ever.
