Chapter 127: The Baby That Belongs to Us…

They say the key to a successful day lies in the morning, yet early that day, Maixi Jun’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Even after settling into her office chair, the twitch persisted sporadically, souring her mood considerably.

Feeling uncomfortable, she rubbed her eyelids and applied two drops of eye drops. Naturally, this scene did not escape the notice of Shen Yanlie, who sat opposite her. He merely furrowed his brows slightly, but when Maixi Jun blinked a couple of times and a faint smile curved her lips, his face finally softened into a smile.

This little woman, every small gesture of hers was irresistibly adorable, captivating and tempting him deeply.

“Come in,” Shen Yanlie responded as a knock sounded, opening a file folder.

Maixi Jun had just applied her eye drops when she opened her eyes to find Xiaoshitou standing right before her. It was a strange sensation, an unusually vivid visual touch, allowing her to see clearly the gleam in his eyes as he looked her way.

“Xiaoshitou, weren’t you on a business trip?” Maixi Jun asked with surprise, an unmistakable hint of doubt on her face. The last time at Yuwen Si’s event, Mo Shaoxing had been reassigned for a while, and she hadn’t seen him for days. According to others in the company, he was away on business.

Mo Shaoxing gave Maixi Jun a faint smile, offering no explanation. It was as if that glance just now had poured forth all the deepest feelings of his life. Yet how could she ignore such a gaze, such an intense look?

Without hesitation, Mo Shaoxing walked straight to Shen Yanlie and handed him an envelope. At that moment, Maixi Jun didn’t need any explanation to understand that all her bad feelings surged up instantly.

Shen Yanlie said nothing. Naturally, he took out the papers from the envelope, smoothed them flat, and glanced over them briefly.

Maixi Jun was already on her feet, but before she could take a few steps away, Shen Yanlie raised a hand, signaling her, “Go back to work.”

This gesture instantly elevated Maixi Jun’s morning irritation to its peak. Who did he think he was, ordering her around like that?

“I'm talking to you. Go back to work,” Shen Yanlie said, noticing Maixi Jun stubbornly taking a few more steps forward. Finally, he lifted his head, his calm and composed demeanor unshaken: “Obey.”

The first sentence was domineering, utterly intolerant of neglect or refusal. Yet the simple two words that followed were gentle, filled with indulgence and affection, instantly extinguishing her fiery impulse to argue—there was no longer any reason to be angry with him.

A man so adept at grasping emotional nuances was like poison. He knew exactly how to play his cards—when to tighten, when to loosen—making his maneuvers elegant and precise. That was why he held Maixi Jun so perfectly.

When had she become so obedient to him? Only moments ago, she had wanted to lash out in anger. What a petty fool! Maixi Jun pouted, retreated, and obediently sat back down. When Xiaoshitou left, she was determined to give this old man a “lesson in politics.”

He was four years older than her, with four more years of experience. Four years of meals and hardships were not wasted—how could it be otherwise?

“Keep this; it might come in handy,” Shen Yanlie said, pulling a stack of documents from the pile and handing them to Mo Shaoxing. Then, he signed his name on the papers Mo Shaoxing brought and handed them back.

Maixi Jun had no idea what was inside, only sneaking glances without understanding their purpose. What were these two up to, exchanging files like that?

“Thank you, young master.”

That was the last sentence Maixi Jun overheard between them. Shen Yanlie wore a gentle, refined smile throughout.

Mo Shaoxing left the office. What Maixi Jun never expected was that this would be the final time in many years she would see Xiaoshitou, and once again, she would lose him.

“What is Xiaoshitou up to?” Maixi Jun rested her chin on her hand, pondering deeply, curiosity burning as she tried to guess what had transpired between them.

Shen Yanlie watched Mo Shaoxing walk away. A fleeting sadness flashed across his face, his brows lightly raised for a moment before he turned to look at her silently.

For a long while, Shen Yanlie did not answer Maixi Jun’s question. Feeling a bit foolish, she pursed her lips and muttered, “Never mind.”

* * * * *

One month later.

In the CEO’s office at the Eurasia Trade Building.

“Smack!”

A sharp slap rang out, instantly jolting Shen Yanlie, who had already been on high alert. He pushed back his chair with lightning speed, striding across the room with long legs to seize the woman acting arrogantly in front of Maixi Jun.

This woman had barged into his office—something he despised. He had always disliked rude people, yet this time, he had to admit he was caught off guard by her sudden intrusion, which led to this “disaster.”

He wanted to kill her—honestly, he wanted to slap her to death. She had struck Shen Yanlie’s woman, a line he could never tolerate. This woman had grossly crossed his bottom line.

Maixi Jun’s ears buzzed with ringing. She hadn’t even fully processed what had happened; her thoughts were in disarray, lagging behind by a beat. That slap felt filled with endless hatred, as if she wished to kill her with a single blow. Yet, a woman’s strength was limited—otherwise, half her ear would have been damaged.

“Do you want to die? Huh!” Shen Yanlie spat through clenched teeth, his hand gripping Han Xinyao’s neck with precision and fierce force, pressing on her vital points.

“You devil, you deserve to go to hell,” Han Xinyao gasped, every word squeezed out through labored breathing. Her bright eyes were now crazed, filled with bloodthirsty rage.

If she could, she would fight this man no matter the cost, even if it meant eternal damnation—she’d send him straight to hell with her own hands.

“Then I’ll send you to heaven first.” Shen Yanlie used his thumb and forefinger to force out the breath Han Xinyao had been holding in her throat, causing her to emit a choking sound before her whole body stiffened, unable to move. Even her initial resistance had become powerless.

“Shen Yanlie, you’re crazy! What are you doing?” Maixi Jun shouted, jumping to her feet and desperately trying to pull Shen Yanlie’s arm. But his strength seemed infinite. No matter how hard she struck his wrist, his grip did not weaken.

Han Xinyao’s blood flow was severely constricted. Maixi Jun knew this deadly feeling all too well—she had experienced it when she told Shen Yanlie to leave and never return, severing all ties. Then, he was like a wounded leopard, losing all reason when provoked by her lamb-like defiance, his cold eyes wanting to devour her alive.

But now was different. The ferocity in his gaze was no less cruel than a wild beast tearing apart its prey.

She knew that at this moment, Shen Yanlie was no longer a merely provoked leopard—he had thoughts of tearing someone apart.

“She can’t die. If you kill her now in a fit of rage, you’ll go to jail. If you’re not by my side, what will I do? Have you thought about our future? About us living happily together, having a bunch of beautiful children who would revolve around us and listen to our stories until they fall asleep in our arms?”

“Lie, I’m pregnant. It’s our… baby.”

By the end, Maixi Jun choked on her words, tears streaming down her face.

She was scared, terrified, worried. If she lost him, how could she find the strength to live well again?

Chen Xuemin had been transferred once more from the rehab center to some distant place she did not know. This man before her had given her so much encouragement from within. He inspired her to be strong, to be brave. Long ago, she realized she could never lose him—not ever.

Shen Yanlie’s fingers twitched and relaxed. Then he released his grip. Han Xinyao’s body suddenly dropped, her limbs weak and stiff as she collapsed, coughing violently.

Seeing the expression on Shen Yanlie’s face, Maixi Jun’s heart tightened painfully. She realized she had never asked him—did he even want a child? Did he like children? He had never said, and she had never asked.

He never used protection, and she carelessly never thought to prevent pregnancy. This child came so suddenly, catching her off guard. Yet after attending some prenatal classes, she began to love this tiny life yet to be born.

She didn’t know how to bring it up, how to say it. If he didn’t want this, if he didn’t like it, what would become of her?

He was a leopard, needing freedom to run wild—a proud, untamed man filled with wildness. He would not and should not be bound, not by anyone, including a woman, marriage, or children. That was why she had never told him.

Maixi Jun never realized she cared so deeply about his answer. It was as if she were a prisoner on death row; every word he uttered would be the rise and fall, the twists and turns of her life.

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