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Jian Yunong didn't believe it. If Huo Jincheng continued to indulge himself like this, he would probably need a kidney supplement sooner or later.
After Huo Jincheng left, Jian Yunong dozed off again until noon, only to be woken up by the phone.
It was Huo Jincheng calling. Hearing Jian Yunong's lazy and hoarse voice, he knew she hadn't gotten up yet.
"I had someone bring you lunch. Remember to eat on time."
"Okay." Jian Yunong suddenly remembered how her mother used to do the same thing. When she was home alone, her mother would worry and call her at noon to remind her to eat.
"Huo Jincheng." Just before the call ended, Jian Yunong suddenly raised her voice. Huo Jincheng paused and asked, "Hmm?"
Jian Yunong wanted to say thank you, but the words changed as they reached her lips, coming out awkwardly, "You sound like my mom."
Huo Jincheng tightened his grip on the phone.
Jian Yunong thought Huo Jincheng would get angry. Instead, he replied with something that made her want to jump, "What are you calling me mom for? Calling me dad would be more appropriate."
Huo Jincheng laughed wickedly on the other end of the line, "Come on, call me daddy."
The call ended with the sound of silence in response to Huo Jincheng's playful remark.
Jian Yunong sat up in bed and rubbed her sore back. How could taking a nap make her feel even worse?
Jian Yunong really wanted to end this difficult period of her life as soon as possible.
In the bottom box, there were only four pills left.
Jian Yunong felt very sad. According to Huo Jincheng's demand, she would soon have to go find Wangcai to buy more.
Jian Yunong's fingers helplessly brushed over the blue pills. How could she mock Huo Jincheng for needing kidney supplements? She was still so young, just in her early twenties, and she had already started using female enhancement drugs.
But without these pills, she simply couldn't endure the intimacy with Huo Jincheng.
Jian Yunong saw her not-so-good complexion in the mirror and forced herself to cheer up. "Come on!"
On the restaurant table, exquisite wooden boxes were neatly arranged, containing expensive takeout. Jian Yunong felt a pang in her heart for spending so much on a meal, but it was very delicious.
Every bite was filled with the fragrant taste of Renminbi.
However, the food made by this five-star chef seemed to lack something compared to what Huo Jincheng made.
Jian Yunong had to admit that Huo Jincheng's cooking was better than that of a five-star chef, but she wouldn't tell him that, lest Huo San Shao become arrogant and smug.
Jian Yunong lay on the sofa contemplating life. She didn't want to continue having such frequent intimacy with Huo Jincheng.
Her first instinct was to seek help from her aunt.
"Aunt, I have a question I want to ask you..."
She sent the message, but there was no response after ten minutes.
Half an hour later, Foggy called, immediately scolding Jian Yunong, "I've been waiting for you to continue the conversation. It's been half an hour and you haven't said anything. Are you teasing me or playing with me?"
"Ah..."
"If you have something to say, just say it. No need to be polite with me."
Hearing this from Foggy made Jian Yunong feel warm, but the next moment, Foggy ruthlessly shattered that warmth. She said, "Whether or not to respond is my business."
Jian Yunong thought about letting it go; discussing such matters felt quite embarrassing. Foggy sensed that Jian Yunong must be facing a tricky situation, otherwise she wouldn't be so hesitant.
Foggy made a direct decision, "You come out."
Mist Shenshen wanted to invite Jian Yunong for afternoon tea.
Jian Yunong felt a sense of dread as if she were being summoned by a teacher for tea.
The tea place was in an ancient alley, a high-end club that offered tranquility amidst the bustling city.
When Jian Yunong arrived, she got caught in traffic. On the way, she had a sudden idea and asked online: "I'm married but don't want to share a room with my husband. However, it seems like he has quite a strong need in this regard. Is there any way to handle this?"
As soon as the question was posted, someone replied immediately: "Why refuse? Is your husband not good enough? Come here, let me embrace you."
Jian Yunong: "Get lost."
Another person asked: "Hey, are you gay?"
Jian Yunong thought seriously: Straight, the straightest woman in the universe.
Finally, a comment caught Jian Yunong's attention: "If you get pregnant, you can avoid sleeping in the same room for ten months, no, at least more than ten months."
This comment brought both joy and melancholy.
Jian Yunong must have children after marrying Huo Jincheng.
Huo Jincheng also said that his child could only come from her womb.
Otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman like Bai Ru not be able to enter the door?
When Jian Yunong arrived, Foggy had not yet come. The waiter led Jian Yunong to the reserved spot. On this scorching summer day, the venue that blended Eastern and Western styles was quite cool.
Jian Yunong sent a message to Foggy: "Auntie, I’ve arrived."
“Nong Nong.”
Jian Yunong looked up and was surprised to run into Yi Nansheng here.
Yi Nansheng's gaze fell on Jian Yunong's face. “I heard you were sick. Are you okay? How are you feeling?”
Jian Yunong felt a bit uneasy. “I’m fine. Just a minor issue.”
Instinctively, Jian Yunong touched her hair awkwardly. As she did this, her neck tilted slightly, and Yi Nansheng noticed an ambiguous red mark on her collarbone. One glance was enough to tell that it must have been left during an intense moment, looking both decadent and alluring.
Yi Nansheng's gaze moved upward, and beneath Jian Yunong's black hair, behind her jade-white ears, there were a series of marks left behind.
Jian Yunong was originally brushing her hair but suddenly remembered the reason she had let it down today. She quickly put her disheveled hair back in place and withdrew her hand.
Jian Yunong looked up at Yi Nansheng, trying to find a topic to discuss, but when she met his warm brown eyes, she felt that he might have seen something.
An awkward emotion spread.
Yi Nansheng had seen Jian Yunong from a distance earlier and mustered the courage to approach her, speaking in a very calm tone as if they were still friends.
They had clearly loved each other passionately, able to sense even the slightest changes in each other's expressions. Yi Nansheng also sensed the presence of another man on Jian Yunong. She carried the scent of Huo Jincheng, familiar yet strange.
Jian Yunong spoke first, "Um... how is your wife, Le Yi, doing with her pregnancy?"
At the mention of this, Yi Nansheng's eyes darkened. Since Le Yi became pregnant, he had not returned home. He had told her that unless she aborted the child, everything else was off the table.
Le Yi, that little woman, had always obeyed his words, but this time she responded forcefully: No! She wanted this child!
Yi Nansheng was certainly furious.
Jian Yunong noticed that Yi Nansheng's expression became momentarily unnatural.
"I have things to attend to; I need to go," Yi Nansheng said as he looked down at his watch, clearly in a hurry.
"Then you should get busy," Jian Yunong replied.
Yi Nansheng left, and Jian Yunong breathed a sigh of relief.
Jian Yunong had no interest in using Yi Nansheng to deal with Le Yi.
Le Yi was actually a pitiful person; she desperately wanted to win over Yi Nansheng, but it seemed her efforts were not very effective. Jian Yunong had known Yi Nansheng for many years and knew he was a gentle person. However, his earlier behavior did not resemble that of a happy husband whose wife was pregnant at all.
Jian Yunong was thick-skinned enough to feel the tension. A pregnant woman should be even more sensitive, right?
Foggy arrived late, and as soon as she sat down, she got straight to the point, “Speak!”
Foggy pulled out a slender lady's cigarette, the delicate smoke resting between her finely defined fingers, exuding charm.
Jian Yunong couldn't help but twitch her lips, “Aunt... why... are you... smoking again...”
Foggy, however, did not light it; she just held it under her nose to sniff it before putting it back, “Almost forgot, you’re trying to conceive.”
Jian Yunong felt embarrassed, “Aunt... I feel like I'm just a moving uterus...”
Foggy couldn't help but poke her, “What nonsense are you thinking about all day? Mrs. Huo, you should be more mindful. The reason you can marry into the Huo Family is because my sister built up your fortune. Otherwise, I would think you’d be single for life. Now that you're in the Huo Family, securing your position as Mrs. Huo depends on your personal cultivation.”
“I don’t want to sit still. I have no feelings for Huo Jincheng.”
“Silly girl! Do you think those girls who marry for love have it easier than you? You just don’t want to think too much about it. For ordinary people getting married, even if you marry someone you like, it still depends on how you manage the marriage. Marriage is just the beginning. Think about it: why do fairy tales always end at the wedding? Who knows what kind of life the loving prince and princess lead afterward?”
Jian Yunong seemed to understand but was still confused.
Mist Shenshen softened her tone, "Some people manage successful careers, while others manage their families well. I never thought the former is nobler than the latter. Nong Nong, your career is already in a bad state, so focus on managing your family well."
Jian Yunong was unconvinced and defended herself, "My career hasn't even started yet. No one is born knowing everything. Isn't it normal to start off poorly?"
Mist Shenshen chuckled, "Normal. So you do know you're not doing well. Then you should go back to work tomorrow. How dare you look for a job outside? Doesn't your own company support you?"
Jian Yunong immediately wilted.
"Aunt... there's something I want to tell you... It's not me, it's a friend of mine. Recently, she has a problem. She feels that her husband is lecherous, and whenever they are alone together, he wants to... um... force her. My friend feels really troubled and doesn't want to do that every day."
Mist Shenshen raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp, "So how many times do you want it?"
Jian Yunong blurted out without thinking, "Better not at all."
"That won't work. Isn't that pushing your husband to cheat?"
"Well, he can use his hand! Before marriage, weren't we all self-sufficient?"
Mist Shenshen was exasperated, "So marrying you means he's just supporting you? Are you some kind of treasure or a charm for peace?"
"Aunt, it's really not me." Jian Yunong hurriedly denied.
"You're pretending. Keep pretending."
"It's really not me."
"Alright, alright. It's not you. So what’s your suggestion?"
"Have a baby? That way, at least we can be apart for more than ten months."
"And then? After resting well from giving birth, we just continue to get pregnant again. Is that how we’re going to live our lives?"
Foggy looked at Jian Yunong, hesitated for a moment, and actually nodded, wishing she could poke her to death. "Are you a sow giving birth? This method doesn't solve the problem at all. I just want to ask you, why resist the joy of being together as a couple?"
Jian Yunong lowered her head and said nothing.
Foggy pressed her lips together.
This conversation naturally ended on a sour note.
Huo Jincheng suddenly noticed a message from Foggy on his phone: How to make your girlfriend love you more...
Huo Jincheng was baffled and clicked in, only to find it was all about educating men on how to do foreplay properly.
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