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Shen Yichen was jolted awake by a loud knocking at the door, his head pounding as if it might split open.
But he quickly realized something was off beneath him, and his heart raced. Struggling to open his eyes, he was met with the sight of Yaxin.
He couldn't help but gasp, and as he became aware of their bodies pressed tightly together, completely unclothed, the door swung open.
Instinctively, he grabbed the blanket to cover Yaxin, only to be met with the furious face of Ye Qianxi.
Ye Qianxi stood in the doorway, her lips trembling and her face pale. She pointed a finger at him and, after a moment of grinding her teeth, said, "So it's you, Shen Yichen. You’re fooling around with women right under my nose. If you want to break off our engagement, just say so. Why make me look so foolish?"
He sat awkwardly on the bed, unsure of what to do. He tried to get up but realized his clothes were thrown far away, leaving him helplessly watching as Ye Qianxi slammed the door behind her.
The sound of crying drifted in from the crack of the door, intensifying his headache and filling him with regret and frustration.
How could this happen? He and Yaxin—he had actually been with Yaxin…
“She won’t forgive you.”
Yaxin's voice echoed in his ears, calm and composed in stark contrast to his turmoil. “If that’s the case, does that mean you two don’t have to get married?”
At her words, he jolted and turned to look at her. She sat up under the blanket, her seaweed-like black hair cascading loosely around her small face.
Yet there was no sign of panic on her face; instead, she tilted her head slightly as if she had already anticipated everything that had transpired.
Thinking of this, he blurted out, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
"We agreed to never be apart; only a married couple can truly stay together forever."
She tilted her head back, unflinchingly meeting his gaze. "And I know you have me in your heart too!"
Was this another form of tacit agreement? She had orchestrated everything to trap him.
The fine dining and the red wine were all part of her meticulous plan. Getting him drunk at the Ye Family restaurant and then taking him to bed was just the beginning; there were certainly people ready to inform Ye Qianxi. She was just waiting for Ye Qianxi to catch them in the act!
For the first time, he realized he didn’t know this person he had called Father for ten years at all. He had always thought she was innocent and pure, but in reality, she had ulterior motives; he believed she was naive, yet she saw through things better than he did. Was this still his Yaxin?
No! Perhaps in the past, he would have done anything for her without hesitation, but now, it was impossible. He wouldn’t let her have her way!
Yaxin had lived in the suburban house for two months before being brought into the Shen Family.
This wasn’t because Shen Yichen had softened his heart, nor was it due to the Shen Family's generosity; it was because news of Ye Qianxi’s broken engagement had spread throughout Tongzhou, and Yaxin’s pregnancy soon followed.
The matter even reached Marshal Zhang's ears, leaving the Shen Family with no choice but to bring her back.
The Shen Family was a typical large household. Although located in a bustling area, it occupied a vast expanse of land with streets on all sides.
Supported by Chang Ma, Yaxin carefully navigated several doors, each step slow and filled with curiosity and apprehension. Finally, she arrived at the Shen Family's grand hall.
Master Shen and Shen Yichen were busy at the perfume factory. Their lady had passed away early, leaving Shen Family Younger Sister Shen Yongyi to handle the welcoming duties. Without lifting her eyes, she waved her hand dismissively, a gesture tinged with disdain and impatience, instructing the servants to take her to the prepared west wing.
Yaxin had once heard Shen Yichen mention that he lived in the east wing, but now she was being sent to the west wing. The intention of the Shen Family was all too clear; she was merely a passerby, destined to leave once she gave birth.
She slowly walked into the tidied room and gently patted her skirt before letting out a soft sigh of relief.
Quietly thinking to herself, "The west wing is still better than being out in the suburbs. Perhaps one day, by chance, I might see him." With this thought, a slight smile crept onto her lips.
Outside, a light drizzle fell softly, pattering against the large banana leaves. The water stains spread like tears falling from the leaves, evoking a sense of melancholy within her.
Though no one in the Shen Family paid her any mind, she refused to let herself idle away.
Taking advantage of the beautiful spring weather, she meticulously filled the courtyard with various flowers, each one planted with care as if she were sowing her hopes for the future.
Next, she turned her focus to embroidery. She had learned her embroidery skills from Chang Ma but was naturally eager to learn. Having read numerous books on embroidery and possessing a bit of talent herself, her skills improved remarkably; few could match her proficiency.
Determined to express her sentiments to the Shen Family, she decided to handcraft embroidered handkerchiefs. Deep down, she knew they might not appreciate them.
For the Shen Family Concubine, she embroidered large and vibrant peonies that seemed almost lifelike, their petals layered as if one could smell their fragrance. For the delicate and elegant Shen Yongyi, she stitched dainty daisies with petals that appeared dewy and tender; each stitch poured forth her meticulous thoughts. For Cousin Miss's garments often adorned with narcissus patterns, she embroidered a single narcissus on the handkerchief, its beauty reminiscent of blossoms quietly unfurling in water.
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