Han Yingying: ...
Where did this alien creature come from?!
Listening to the male voice on the phone, trying to hold back laughter as he informed her that under current medical standards, the chances of a man giving birth are virtually zero.
Han Yingying couldn't help but cover her face, feeling a profound sense of powerlessness.
"Even a non-expert knows this..."
Stretching out his large hand and covering her soft small one, Shen Mosheng said earnestly and solemnly, "The child was hard for you to bear."
His hand was both large and warm, with a rough palm, unlike anyone else Han Yingying had come into contact with. It felt novel to her, so she couldn't help but look down.
Yet, she saw his fingers were long and his knuckles well-defined, very attractive.
Seeing that she was staring at his hand without speaking, he thought she disliked his touch. Shen Mosheng withdrew his hand and placed it back on his lap, sitting upright.
With the strange feeling on her hand gone, Han Yingying suddenly became curious about Shen Mosheng.
"Shen Mosheng, why do you want to marry me?"
"A man should be responsible."
"Is that all?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you like me?"
"I do."
When Shen Mosheng said this, there was not a moment's hesitation, but also not a hint of emotion.
Han Yingying knew that the way Shen Mosheng said 'like' was different from her own.
So she asked in a different way.
"If it was another person that day, would you have married her too?"
"I would," Shen Mosheng answered decisively.
Of course, he would not allow such a hypothetical to occur.
"That's why I don't want to marry you," Han Yingying glared at him, feeling somewhat sorrowful.
This man had only responsibility on his mind, while what she wanted was love!
Shen Mosheng looked at her, analyzing seriously, "Without getting married, the child cannot be properly registered."
"I never said I'd give birth to it!" Han Yingying was about to be driven mad by his blunt masculinity.
Would it kill him to say something sweet to appease her?
"Abortion is harmful to your health."
"What if I insist?"
"I respect your decision."
For some reason, a nameless anger surged up. Han Yingying was infuriated, "The door is over there, I'm not seeing you out."
"I'm afraid that won't do."
"Shen Mosheng!" Han Yingying was startled; she shook and swayed him, but there was no response from him, which scared her into screaming.
"Dad, Mom, Brother, come quick, Shen Mosheng has fainted!"
Hearing her alarmed cries, Han Dad, Han Mom, and Han Zishi rushed in, asking anxiously.
"What happened, what's wrong?"
"Shen Mosheng suddenly fainted, and he won't wake up no matter how much I call him..."
"It's okay, he's just asleep. Your Uncle Shen mentioned that to finish his overseas work sooner and return, he's hardly had any sleep these days. He took the plane back right after receiving your call, rushing over here.
It must be because he knows you're okay that he couldn't hold up any longer. Let him sleep."
After speaking, Han Dad walked out, taking his wife with him.
Han Yingying shouted in a panic, "Wait, this is my room..."
But no one paid any attention.
Han Yingying angrily glared at the instigator.
It was then she noticed his weary face, the deep shadows under his eyes.
He hadn't rested these past few days and had rushed over immediately upon receiving her call, even staying by her side as she made a fuss for so long...
This man, does he really think he's made of iron?
She jabbed Shen Mosheng's handsome face ferociously with her finger, saying arrogantly, "Shen Mosheng, you have no chance of marrying me!"
Who knew that Shen Mosheng would suddenly grab her wrist, and with a strong pull, he dragged her down.
Then, wrapping his arm around her waist, his long legs tightly locked hers in place, trapping her firmly in his embrace, leaving her unable to move.
Han Yingying was on the verge of tears.
Really, it was her own doing, her own misfortune. Why could she never learn to stop provoking Shen Mosheng?