"I'll accompany you," Shen Mosheng paused, then added, "It's too dangerous for you to go alone."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Han Yingying's belly again.
Seeing him stare at her stomach once more, Han Yingying stamped her foot in annoyance, grabbed a stuffed toy to hold in her arms, and completely blocked his probing.
"Shen Mosheng, what are you planning?"
"Nothing." Unable to see her belly, a trace of regret surfaced in the depths of Shen Mosheng's eyes.
"Do you really not mind if I terminate the pregnancy, or do you think I don't have the guts?"
"Neither," Shen Mosheng looked at Han Yingying straightforwardly, "It's dangerous for you to go alone."
"Xiaoruan will accompany me."
"Two girls going will draw criticism, it's not good."
Han Yingying was startled, clearly not having considered this aspect.
She looked at Shen Mosheng with suspicion, yet saw his honest demeanor and clear eyes; he was the epitome of a righteous gentleman without the slightest hint of ill intentions.
By comparison, it was she who had been narrow-minded, and she couldn't help but ask out of curiosity,
"Do you really not mind if I terminate the pregnancy?"
"I respect your decision."
Han Yingying grew even more curious, "You're accompanying me, and you're not afraid of others calling you a scumbag, irresponsible?"
For someone like him, so burdened by responsibility, being irresponsible would be the harshest of criticisms, right?
"If it has been done, then it should be taken responsibility for."
"Pah, hooligan." Han Yingying's face heated up at his blatant words.
Shen Mosheng looked at Han Yingying somewhat puzzled.
Had he said something wrong?
"Yingying, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. Since you want to take responsibility, then I reluctantly agree to have you accompany me to the hospital tomorrow. After that, we owe each other nothing, and you can give up on the idea of marrying me once and for all, because I absolutely, absolutely will not marry you."
Shen Mosheng did not speak for a long while before he asked, a touch of melancholy in his voice, "Is marrying me so distasteful to you?"
"It has nothing to do with you, I just don't want to get married so early."
Silence fell again for a moment, and then Shen Mosheng proposed anew, "Shall I wait until the day you want to get married?"
"There won't be such a day, you don't need to wait."
"Yingying, do you dislike me?" Shen Mosheng frowned, clearly not fond of this sudden realization.
"I don't dislike you, but I also don't like you to the extent that I want to marry you."
The frown between Shen Mosheng's brows deepened.
Seeing that he seemed not to understand, Han Yingying kindly explained, "Let's put it this way, I want to marry for love, and you want to marry out of responsibility."
"No, the one I want to marry, is you." Shen Mosheng gazed steadily at Han Yingying, his dark eyes gleamed with a gentle luster, beautiful and charming like a jewel, "The love you want, I will give."
"Are you trying to say love will develop over time?" Han Yingying shook her head, not agreeing, "There are plenty of couples who spend a lifetime together and never find love.
I want to wear a bridal gown for the man I love when love is at its best, walk into the chapel, and build a nest of love that belongs only to us, to bear his children and grow old with him.
So, I don't want to take the risk and marry for responsibility when there's no love, and then spend each day hoping for love to develop.
What if we never fall in love with each other for life, or fall in love with someone else? Wouldn't that marriage become a tomb?"
His gaze flickered lightly, and in Shen Mosheng's usually calm voice, there was a faint crack.
"Yingying, my feelings for you…"