A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 433 - 427: She Gave Birth to a Child for Me

Chapter 433: Chapter 427: She Gave Birth to a Child for Me

Seven years ago.

Number fifty eleven.

Binhai Road.

Black Bentley.

Each time Jing Jihan spoke a keyword, the light in Shi Su’s eyes flickered with shock. It wasn’t until she transitioned from shock to confusion, and then from confusion to incredulity, raising her eyes to look at him again, lips trembling, unable to utter a single complete word for a long time.

How could it possibly be him?

Everything from that day had been a long-standing nightmare for her; she never thought that day would also carry the blessing of providence.

Yet every word he spoke matched with those memories she had sealed away in the darkness.

The astonishment in Shi Su’s eyes lingered for a long time, while the man sighed and gently patted her shoulder as if comforting her: "It certainly is a surprising thing, I also didn’t expect that after being forcibly taken seven years ago by a woman out of nowhere, I would meet her again."

As he spoke, he leaned down, closer to her ear, his breath lingering on her earlobe as he slowly said word by word: "I thought when that woman reappeared, I would want to peel her skin and remove her tendons, to make her pay the price she should have for that night seven years ago when she took advantage of the situation and made me lose control. Who would have guessed, she fled abroad and bore me a child, and even saved my life two years ago. Tell me, how should I treat her now?"

Shi Su’s eyelids twitched as she turned her eyes to meet the man’s deep and dark gaze.

"You..." She barely managed to say a word, but her eyes instantly reddened, tears welling up in them, incredulous. It seemed like some high-standing wall in her supposedly resilient heart collapsed, and long-buried memories resurfaced vividly in her mind.

...

In the darkness inside the car, there was a faint trace of heat in the air. Shi Su frantically closed the car door, knowing fully well that no one outside could possibly see what was happening inside, yet she ducked her head in fright, hiding below the car window, almost lying flat on the unfamiliar man’s legs sitting in the back seat.

The man, seemingly affected by something, had heavy breathing, and his hand was placed around his abdomen or stomach area—she couldn’t see clearly, only hearing his cold, indifferent voice, imbued with a hint of hoarseness and pain, because of her sudden intrusion: "Who are you?"

"Please, don’t throw me out..."

"Someone’s chasing me... please... save me... don’t, don’t make me get out..."

"Sir... please..."

She lay at his feet, desperately and woefully pleading, even clutching the man’s pants tightly with her hand while begging, using all her strength to grasp onto his thigh, subconsciously seeking something to cling to, lest she really be thrown out or pushed out.

The man retracted his legs with cold disdain due to her touch, the heat in the air seemingly originating from the strange fever emanating from his body, or perhaps from hers.

Above came the man’s voice, filled with distance and disgust, and ruthlessness: "Get out."

Shi Su still clenched tightly onto the fabric of his suit trousers, not letting go, trembling as she huddled closer to his side: "There’s really a bad person chasing me... just let me hide in your car for a while... don’t throw me out... Sir, please... please..."

"Get out." Mercilessly, his pained gasps grew heavier.

Shi Su didn’t know what was wrong with him; her consciousness was invaded by the effects of the drug, sensing the same fever on him as on herself, raising her eyes in the darkness.

She met the man’s eyes in the dark, as cold as his voice, without any intention of helping a stranger who suddenly intruded, his eyes showed even more disgust due to her touch. She didn’t think about how excessive her sudden intrusion was or how the man had already maintained enough composure by not cursing her, only telling her to get out.

But at that time, all her fears had been transformed into another consciousness by the drugs.

He was so hot...

Could it be that he was like her... also drunk something unclean?

... So uncomfortable... so hot...

Was he also feeling uncomfortable?

What would it take for her to stay in his car a little longer?

The clear and refreshing scent on the man attracted her to want to get closer, so she mustered the courage to cautiously lean towards him...

His somewhat heavy breath bore traces of suppressed agony, yet by her ear, it turned into a fatal allure, causing her unsteady consciousness to even more deeply drown.

The desire flowed through her blood uncontrollably, as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him, timid but longing as she embraced him under his cold, angry gaze, shivering as she exhaled warm breaths in front of him: "Don’t, don’t throw me out..."

She couldn’t see the rejection in the man’s eyes and the deeply furrowed brows, fearing he would tell her to get out again, worried that Chu Shangdong, who had tracked her nearby, might hear her voice inside the car, she lowered her head and bit his lips. As the man reacted with shock and anger, trying to resist, she instinctively clung tightly to him, pressing against him, not knowing whose lips bit whom’s, or whose blood it was, she couldn’t control herself anymore.

She would die if this continued; she felt she would definitely suffer till death...

The man seemingly used great effort in his agony to push her off himself, attempting to open the car door, yet she red-eyed and breathing heavily, flipped back onto him once more.

"Help me... I’m suffering..."

"So hot... please, help me..."

"Get out."

"No... don’t make me leave... I’m so hot..."

She frantically kissed him, bit him, and in the man’s evident rage and excruciating pain, tore open the buttons of his shirt. She didn’t know what to do...only relying on longing and instincts, biting his adam’s apple and collarbone...

In the end, was it her or him who suffered more, she didn’t know; at the moment of intense pain, the man suddenly raised his hand, seemingly wanting to choke her throat.

She hastily dodged.

She relied on his momentary agony, his weakness, and leaned into his embrace, crying and in pain while also releasing that terrifying, burning desire: "I’m sorry... I don’t want this either... but, but I’m suffering... I don’t know... I don’t know what to do... I’m sorry..."

In the darkness, her clothes were disheveled, and the man’s clothes weren’t in much better condition.

After the hasty end, she climbed off him, her entire body trembling, the heat within her unabated, though painful, her instincts still urged continuation, unaware of how much drug they had given her. Yet the instinct to survive had her press against the car door, observing the movements outside, then in panic, without caring for the man inside the car she had just "harmed," hurriedly got off the car—

...

Everything that happened that night inside that car regarding that man, since Shi Su escaped from it, she hadn’t thought about again.

Not even intentionally recalling what brand the car was, how old the man inside was, or what he wore...

The only thing she remembered was those eyes in the darkness, so cold that they made one feel no trace of warmth, a sort of distance and indifference that left a shiver in the heart just thinking about it.