Chapter 31 Don't go looking for other women

  No. She can't be without children.

  Children are the crystallization of love, the witness of love, the continuation of love, and the sacred inviolable.

  It would be better to kill her now than to let her spend her whole life unable to bear children.

  A turbulent surge erupted in her heart. Leng Xi suddenly pressed down on Ling Han's unruly hand. As she looked up at him, his profound and icy gaze pierced through her. Leng Xi swallowed the lump in her throat, suppressing the pain that felt like a knife to the heart. In the end, she pleaded softly, "Don't do this. I know I was wrong. I won't go to bars again. I won't make you angry again. I won't drink anymore. I'll listen to you. I'll drink water. I'll eat porridge... Please don't treat me like this..."

  A surge of sourness welled up in my heart, warm tears moistened the sockets of my eyes, and in those ancient spring-like lively eyes, a bright sparkle revolved, on the densely combed black and thick long eyelashes, a teardrop clung to it, like a pearl strung together with black thread. The red lips were pursed, looking as if they wanted to cry but dared not, so pitiful.

  Like ripples on the water, fleeting and fragile. It's truly heartbreaking to see her like this. Ling Han's cold hand was grasped in hers, and he could feel the dampness of her palm from sweat, as well as her slight trembling.

  But one plea for mercy and he let her off. It's a bit too easy, isn't it? "Apologizing now, don't you think it's too late?"

  Ruthlessly, he pulled her hand away. He leaned in, continuing to unbutton the front of her blouse. The hand that had just been pushed away now grasped Ling Han's large hand again. Leng Xi blinked, gazing at him pleadingly.

  Leng Xi's eyes were filled with innocence. "Are you angry at me for what I said earlier? It was just a momentary outburst. I didn't have any ulterior motives when I approached you. But every day, my mind is filled with thoughts of you. Whenever I close my eyes, it's your face that appears before me. I don't know why I'm drawn to you irresistibly. Unconsciously, I want to find you. I'm not a bad person. I'm a good person." Leng Xi spoke hastily, her clear voice filled with incoherent words.

  Haha, she really thinks she's something else. Ling Han was amused by her silly appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

  He's heartbroken. His own child is gone, destroyed by his own hands. He's overcome with grief and anger, his mind racing with the urge to destroy everything once and for all. These hands have been stained with so much blood already, it doesn't matter anymore.

  "Why go to a bar? Why drink?" Ling Han's calm and peaceful words made it impossible to discern his emotions, leaving others guessing at his intentions.

  He blinked timidly. Leng Xi carefully observed his expression, twitched his lips and said cautiously, "I'm angry with you, feeling uncomfortable in my heart, wanting to drink to forget."

  Honesty close to lies. When heard by others, it will be regarded as a perfunctory excuse.

  Ling Han is not a three-year-old kid. Such an absurd excuse. How can he possibly believe it?

  Drinking to forget the pain. How cliché and outdated a reason. Only she could come up with something like that.

  What a coincidence in the world. She just wanted to drink at this time, and she happened to enter the bar where Murong Xiaoji had an appointment with him. Bai Yicheng was also there by chance. All the coincidences in the world were encountered by her.

  Even a three-year-old's IQ wouldn't believe it.

  Leng Xi must have some kind of relationship with Murong Xiaoqiu, whether deep or shallow. Otherwise, she wouldn't have gone to such great lengths to help Murong Xiaoqiu escape last night's disaster.

  The chill of loneliness will secretly hide in one's heart. "Will you dare go to the bar again?" A tone used by an elder to scold a child.

  Leng Xi Nuonu shook her head. "I'm not going. Never again..."

  The bar was full of bad people, like that man with deep blue eyes. She didn't provoke him, but he suddenly kissed her forcefully. If Bai Yicheng hadn't appeared in time, she would have been taken away and sold or raped by that man. It's all possible. If it had happened, crying out loud wouldn't have helped.

  I really don't dare go anymore...

  Leng Xi's dark and mysterious eyes stared at Ling Han. She acknowledged all her mistakes and hoped he would let her off.

  The corners of his lips curled up with a faint smile, as if he had vented his anger. Cold Creek saw hope. The joy in his heart hadn't had time to spread when Ling Han's next move shocked Cold Creek like a cold cicada.

  Ling Han's hand not only didn't retreat, but instead reached further into her underwear. Leng Xi's eyes widened in shock and she immediately tightened her legs. "Y-y-you... you said you forgave me." Leng Xi's words were laced with unhidden grievance and fear towards him.

  She shot a sideways glance at Leng Han, her brow furrowed in annoyance. But he didn't notice her. His other hand, without giving her any choice, pried open her tightly closed legs. The hand that had reached inside was met with emptiness. Beyond the dark forest of pubic hair, it gently probed further. Soft skin, slightly warm to the touch. The sensation transmitted from his fingertips to his brain in an instant, conveying a message: Cold Creek's private area was still red and swollen from injury.

  A surge of self-blame arose in his heart. Last night, he had indeed used too much force.

  His fingers slid across her skin in the Cold Creek. Cold Creek immediately tensed up her nerves. A numb electric current flowed from that place to her brain, making her whole body tremble. She received a cold and stern gaze from Ling Han. Only then did Cold Creek let out a sigh of relief.

  Huh... So he wasn't being unreasonable with himself, but was actually checking her body.

  Leng Xi's tightly-strung heart finally relaxed, like a huge stone had fallen to the ground. But the secret place was being explored by him, always making her feel ashamed. Moreover, Ling Han was right beside her, his masculine scent wafting from the sandalwood, making her nose itch. Leng Xi looked away in embarrassment, her pale face suddenly burning hot, adding a few shades of rosy vitality to her complexion.

  She caught sight of her shyness, and Ling Han's mood improved a lot. He lightly took out his hand, slightly lowered his head, and lifted up the upper garment of Leng Qing. Immediately exposed was her white, smooth, and flat little belly. Because she was breathing somewhat urgently at this moment, it was rising and falling.

  Fingertips with a hint of gentleness carefully caressed the flat surface, as if stroking a work of art. The taut skin's sensation was transmitted from Leng Qing's abdomen to Ling Han's fingertips. Ling Han's eyes dimmed, and his gaze became distant. A hint of inexpressible sorrow also flowed around the edges of his lips.

  Her eyes stared motionlessly at Leng Qing's abdomen. Ling Han was momentarily stunned.

  Here, his children were nurtured. Wrapped in his flesh and blood. And now he is so close to it. But that life has left. No longer can hear the breathing of the father. Can't feel the breath of the father.

  Leng Han's unusual behavior didn't escape Ling Xi's notice either, who was originally tense and breathing slightly rapidly. He seemed overly enthusiastic about her stomach, even staring at it in a daze. Was there some kind of scar on her stomach? Or bloodstains?

  Leng Xi's mind was in a state of panic as she sat up with a start. "What's wrong with me? Let me take a look..."

  Ling Han's magnetic voice was calm and composed. "It's nothing, just that the lines have changed shape. Not as elegant as before..."

  It's all heard by Leng Xi's ears, making her sour and huffing with anger. Hum, he's dissatisfied with her looks now. Isn't this all because of him? Thanks to his blessings.

  "It's all your fault. From now on, without my permission, you're not allowed to be rude to me." Leng Xi pouted and lay down, feeling wronged.

  But in her heart, she felt suffocated. The desire to be loved is universal. Who would want to hear their beloved man say that they are no longer beautiful?

  But anyway, has her figure really changed? Ahhh, I hate it. Leng Xi's nostrils flared as she breathed out a scorching breath.

  Looking at her with this aggrieved little wife's appearance, Ling Han couldn't help but find it a bit amusing. But it seemed he had gotten used to seeing her adorable yet pitiful look. "Then I suppose I'll never have the chance to be rude to you in this lifetime. That's fine too. There are plenty of other women waiting for me to take turns." His playful and carefree words, his magnetic voice, all showed that he was teasing her with great pleasure.

  What. He's going to find another woman.

  Leng Xi's eyes widened in shock. In that instant, her heart skipped a beat. It clearly hurt. It was sour. She was angry.

  He wants another woman. He actually wants another woman.

  Leng Xi's chest heaved with uncertainty. Only then did she realize that when it came to love, she also had a possessive desire, was prone to jealousy, and had a meticulous eye for detail.

  The thought of him possibly being with another woman made her heart ache terribly. She puffed out a few times, then simply pulled the quilt over herself and covered up.

  Ling Han's lips curled up in a faint smile. For some unknown reason, he found it amusing to see Leng Xi being so particular about what he had just said. He was in a good mood.

  "The fire you just ignited can't be extinguished. It seems I need to ask Du Shaohui for help finding a woman. You rest slowly..."

  Rumors from outside brought half coldness and half laziness in the words. Immediately afterwards, it was the sound of steady footsteps leaving.

  Leng Xi's heart felt sour and aching. She covered herself with the quilt, panting. He was going to look for her today. No way. She had to stop him.

  She was so angry. She threw off her quilt and shouted mindlessly, "Ling Han, you can't go find another woman."

  "Let him go find it..." A hoarse, slightly tired old voice came from the bedside. Leng Xi turned his head and saw Dr. Shao's weary and worn face, with beads of sweat still on his forehead, and his dim yellow eyes filled with worry.

  Her gaze shifted slightly, behind her was a nurse wearing white clothes, but Ling Han's figure was nowhere to be seen. A sense of loss ignited in Leng Xi's heart. Had he really gone to find another woman?

  "Han Shao has finally calmed down a bit. You're fine, that's all that matters. Han Shao is a wild and unruly person, young and reckless - who isn't when they're young? Xi Er, listen to Doctor Shao's words: if he wants to look for something, let him go ahead and do it. You can't control him, don't end up getting hurt yourself." Doctor Shao sighed, his words full of deep meaning and worldly wisdom.

  Leng Xi pursed her lips, and her eyes dimmed. "Thank you, Dr. Shao. Thank you for thinking of me. And thank you for pleading on my behalf in front of Han Shao just now. But isn't love a one-to-one thing?"

  Before Ling Han, there were many women. She didn't care. Nor was it necessary to care. But now that Ling Han has acknowledged her as his woman, if he still goes to favor other women, how can she feel good about it...

  "But he is a wild and unruly man who has never been controlled since childhood. Love to him..." Dr. Shao wanted to say something but stopped, and fell silent.