"The wedding will be held as scheduled, these few days you should take care to recuperate. Pay back what you owe me after the wedding."
That meant bearing him a few children.
Bearing as many as he wanted.
Ye Anqi looked out the window, silent, not giving an answer.
Ya Shitian took her silence as consent, and he stepped forward to put away the gun, "I forgive you this time, but there won't be a next time."
"Does Young Master Ya only care about the child?" Ye Anqi suddenly spoke up softly, but she kept staring out the window.
The snow outside was still falling thick and heavy.
In the distance, faint sounds of people celebrating could be heard.
Originally, they too should have spent a joyful Christmas Eve.
Ya Shitian looked at her for a while, then let out a sigh.
He sat down beside the bed and pulled her body into his embrace.
"Were you very upset by how I treated you just now?"
Ye Anqi's face was buried in his shoulder; she replied with a muffled voice, "Yes."
