Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 320 - 333: This Is Your Fate
He took a towel and slowly cleaned the filth between her legs, his voice flat: "Save your strength, we still need to give you the ovulation shot tonight." ๐๐ง๐๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐ธ๐๐๐.๐๐๐
She cried hysterically, as if her entire world was collapsing, desperately pulling at the shackles connected to the headboard, not caring if her wrists were rubbed raw. She kicked at him fiercely, trying to evade his grasp, "I donโt want this! Lu Shifeng, I donโt want this!" Her body convulsed with her sobs, "Donโt touch me, donโt touch me!"
He easily caught her wildly kicking leg, and with a firm, dry hand, he pressed down, pinning her back onto the mattress.
"Move again, and Iโll bind your legs together as well," he said mercilessly.
"You tyrant! Maniac!" she cried and cursed, but it seemed like the one truly on the verge of madness was her. Her long hair was disheveled, and the flimsy gauzy nightgown that barely covered her had slipped off somewhere, exposing her entire smooth white body to him, along with the shocking red and purple bruises, scattered chaotically.
"I told you to save your strength." His voice was slightly cold as he changed the water in the basin at the bedside once more, wiping away the last of the excretions from between her legs before standing up to retrieve the ovulation shot.
She screamed again, watching his actions, her small body trembling like a leaf in the wind, "Lu Shifeng, donโt come over! Donโt come over!"
She tried desperately to curl up her legs, but he dragged them open with ease.
He pressed his body weight onto her, pinning her down fiercely, and then expertly injected the ovulation shot into her body.
She cried out in pain, tears welling up again as she said, "Lu Shifeng, go to hell...! Why donโt you just die...?!"
Maintaining his position on top of her, he tossed the syringe aside, his rough hands slowly gliding over her smooth skin, resting on her warm soft abdomen.
"Maybe, a life is already being nurtured here," he said in a low voice.
She felt nothing but horror, struggling with her tear-streaked face, "Lu Shifeng, let me go, Iโm begging you... There are plenty of women in this world willing to have your child, why waste your time on me?"
He laughed coldly, his gaze bloodthirsty, "You finally admit you donโt want to have my child?"
"I didnโt!" Her tears flowed harder, incoherent, not even knowing what she was saying, "Lu Shifeng, I didnโt! I am willing, I am!"
"But just now you said you werenโt willing."
"I was willing then!" Her voice was hoarse from crying, not knowing how to explain; at one point she had stopped taking birth control pills, indeed thinking she might someday have a child with him. But what happened at the wedding changed everything, her entire being now rejecting him, back to the state of not wanting his child.
She wondered, if she conceived under such brutal conditions, how would she face that child in the future?
But he pressed, "And now?"
She trembled, unable to speak, her sobs low and almost suffocating.
His dry hand pressed hard on her abdomen, making her cry out in pain; he said, "Su Xingyu, I donโt care if youโre willing or not, no games. Like I said, once youโre pregnant, you can get off the bed."
Her delicate face looked up at him in panic and desperation, "What if... what if I can never conceive?" That seemed the most likely outcome; the doctorโs diagnosis was no joke, and with so many doctors saying she was highly likely to be infertile, the probability could be said to be 99.9%.
But Lu Shifeng said, "Then weโll go for artificial insemination, IVF."
His voice was so decisive, as though this thought had been pondered countless times in his mind.
She cried, realizing that as a living person, she wasnโt as important as his descendants, that he didnโt care about her feelings and was determined to have a child regardless of the means.
"What if, what if IVF fails too?" She didnโt know where she found the courage, almost recklessly provoking him, "Even if I exhaust all methods and canโt have a child, Lu Shifeng, please, let me go... Let me leave! Find a healthy woman who can have babies and marry her! Iโm begging you..."
He looked at her coldly, his gaze like ice, "So, this is what youโve been pondering all along? Donโt worry, I wonโt let you get your way."
Even if she had to destroy her reproductive system to escape him, even if it meant punishment, he couldnโt let her succeed!
Canโt conceive? Very well, "Iโll find another woman to bear the child, raise it at home, but you will always be Lu Shifengโs wife, the young mistress of the Lu Family, for this life and beyond, this is your fate."
Her body shook violently.
What did he just say?
If she couldnโt conceive, heโd find another woman to bear a child?!
What exactly did he take her for? What did he take her for!
"Lu Shifeng, you beast!" Her heart felt like it was being fried in oil, a pain so intense it was tearing her apart; she started tugging on her chains again with all her might, struggling, "You beast, you beast! You beast! Let me go... Let me go!"
But he simply leaned over, viciously plundering her.
The pain was like struggling in hell, indistinguishable whether it was physical or emotional.
Her wrists, raised high, had long lost sensation through countless abuses, with drops of warm bloody liquid falling, touching her cheek, reminding her that the injuries were growing severe. She was like a ragdoll torn apart, her vacant eyes weakly staring at the ceiling when the violent storm ended.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, lightning and thunder suddenly roared, heavy rain poured down as if it were the end of the world.
From outside the bedroom, there was a knock on the door, and the raised voice of Mrs. Gui calling, "Young master, Miss Zhuang is here!"
Miss Zhuang? Zhuang Heng?
A name flickered numbly through the girlโs mind on the bed as if she had thought a lot, or perhaps thought nothing at all.
Thunder continued to rumble outside, she heard the man beside her say something to someone outside, and a response came.
All the sounds flowed through her eardrums like water, leaving no trace.
The man beside her got up, got off the bed, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door.
She curled up in a small corner of the satin bed, numbly listening to the raging storm outside the floor-to-ceiling window, her body very cold, the pain numbing her slowly, a feeling almost like floating in mid-air, not knowing life or death.
She didnโt know how much time passed; he pushed the door open and came back.
"Zhuang Heng is pregnant." He walked to her side, looking down at her.
