"Ugh—"

In her sleep, Ye Huan suddenly spoke.

The man who should have been sleeping on his side woke up at some point.

He got out of bed and sleepily walked towards the bathroom.

"Finish your errands, and don't come to me to play cards after you have a child. I won't fall for that."

After the crisp sound of the door closing, the sound of running water from the bathroom filled the air, effectively shutting out Ling Han's voice.

Ye Huan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her. As the flush on her face gradually faded, a pallor emerged.

Well... Taking care of the aftermath?

He chuckled wryly, as if he had grown accustomed to such a tone from men.

Yes, he hates her bone, how could he possibly let her carry his child?

……

When Ye Huan woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the space next to her was cold.

Dragging her aching body, she simply cleaned herself up, neatly arranged Ling's beautiful hair, donned a sapphire blue dress, and applied some foundation to the purplish bruise on her neck.

Below, several servants stood beside the dining table, attending to Ling Han and Wu Gu, who leaned against the main chair like frost and ice. They raised their knives and forks gracefully and elegantly.

He noticed me standing at the foot of the stairs. His knife and fork paused for a moment before he casually said, "Someone just called me, asking me to bring you back to the old house this Saturday."

Saying that, he cut another small piece of steak and put it in the middle.

"Go back... to the old house?" Ye Huan hesitated, shuffling down the last step, her face etched with conflict. "Is there something important you want to say?"

Otherwise, how would they go back for no reason?

But when these words reached Ling Han's ears, they became even more grating. His eyes unconsciously darkened, and with a clang, his knife, fork, and bowl collided with each other, making a crisp sound.