Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 351 - 349: Have a baby for me? Wishful thinking.
The words were cold as a knife’s edge, and Chu Xinyue understood, Ya Chen would absolutely not intervene in this matter.
Her body went limp, and all she could do was pray that Mommy was alright.
With that conversation, the temperature in the room plummeted rapidly, becoming colder and more desolate than before.
Unable to bear the agony, Chu Xinyue mustered her spirits, composed herself, stood up, and walked over:
"Ya Chen, are you tired? The servants have already prepared the hot water. I’ll help you change and bathe, and then you can rest, okay?"
Having gone through the day’s wedding, her body was somewhat worse for wear. It was only the joy of marrying Ya Chen that had sustained her until now. By this point, her palm-sized face had lost all its color, looking very pale, but Ya Chen couldn’t see it.
Sensing the woman’s hand approaching, Ya Chen’s stiff face finally moved. He lifted his hand and firmly grasped her wrist, then pushed her away forcefully, his words as cold as iron:
"Get lost."
Chu Xinyue was already very weak, and could not withstand such a push. She stumbled and fell onto the carpet.
Although the carpet was thick, a large bruise quickly formed on her calf.
She held back her tears, reminding herself that since she had chosen to marry him without announcement, in Jiayi’s place, she should have expected his humiliation.
She struggled to her feet and approached again: "I’ll just help you with your clothes, and then you can wash by yourself, okay...?"
"I told you to get lost. Can’t I do it myself?" His tone grew doubly cold, enough to freeze someone to death. The man glanced up, and although his eyes were lackluster, they seemed to harbor a thousand kinds of frost, as if to pierce through her.
This place, which should have been filled with tender love on a wedding night, was now as cold as a chasm, entirely devoid of warmth.
He adeptly began to disrobe and then propped himself up to sit in his wheelchair. With practiced ease, he headed into the bathroom.
This was his home. Who could be more familiar with it than him?
He had been adept at bathing himself since adulthood, in order to strengthen his upper arm muscles and, due to his personality, he preferred not to be touched by maids.
That he would need this woman to help him undress and bathe? Ridiculous!
Forty minutes later, he emerged in his wheelchair, dressed in a robe, revealing a slender and smooth chest. He glided straight towards the king-size bed and, with a snap, turned off the only small light illuminating the spacious bedroom.
The bedroom plunged into darkness, with only the faint moonlight shining through the window.
He had been blind from birth, so whether the lights were on or off made no difference to him. There weren’t many lamps in the bedroom, and the small light was just for the convenience of the servants when they came to attend to him at night.
But now, as if there was no one else in the room, he didn’t care whether Chu Xinyue could see or not. He simply reached for the wheelchair handle and hoisted himself onto the bed with an indifferent gaze that looked like a deep well.
The near pitch-black bedroom was eerily silent.
Chu Xinyue’s heart turned ice-cold, and bitter tears slid down her refined and delicate cheeks, streaming by her lips.
From the moment she learned that her mother had forced her into marrying in such a high-handed manner, she knew she was destined not to experience the tender affection of a wedding night, nor share heartfelt vows.
Ya Chen would hate her even more.
Before, he simply detested her for being a woman who harmed innocent sisters, but now, in his eyes, she had become even more despicable, a woman who used unscrupulous methods to deceitfully take her sister’s place in marriage.
In the end, she dried her tears, tried to collect herself, afraid of disturbing his rest, and in the pitch-dark, groped to stand up. She walked barefoot on the soft woolen carpet toward the bathroom.
Stumbling along the way, she accidentally kicked the leg of a chair.
The hard wood struck her delicate toes, causing her to cry out in pain before bending over sharply.
The man on the bed snorted impatiently, and Chu Xinyue immediately clenched her teeth, doing her best to endure the piercing pain.
Actually, she could have turned on the light secretly to see things clearly, since Ya Chen couldn’t see anyway, but she ultimately gave up on that idea.
This was a marriage obtained through deception; to accept such humiliation was expected.
She would rather endure his anger, stumbling around in the dark.
As long as he was satisfied, until he accepted her.
The light in the bathroom was even dimmer than in the bedroom.
For the first time in her life, in silence and coldness, she fumbled her way through a bath, changed into a robe, and then stepped out of the bathroom.
She hesitated by the edge of the European-style bed for a moment, before Xinyue finally mustered up the courage and quietly climbed onto it.
She didn’t dare get too close to him, staying far away at the edge of the bed, wrapped in a blanket. There was almost enough space between them for three or four more people to lie down.
Even with such distance between them, she couldn’t suppress her excitement; the humiliation of just a moment ago seemed to evaporate at this instant.
She and the man she had secretly loved since she was little were finally married and now lying on the same bed.
She could almost smell his scent; it was wonderful—light, elegant, natural, rich, and noble.
No other man had such a clean and pure scent, except for Ya Chen, whom she had admired since her childhood.
She had no expectations for tender affection on their wedding night.
Being able to lie together and fall asleep to his scent was already good enough for her.
It’s okay, they could take it slowly, as long as she had the chance to spend time with him, he was bound to change his opinion of her.
But to take it slowly...
Did she really have the time to take it slowly?
Xinyue’s lips moved, revealing an indescribable bitterness.
For others, time might be plentiful, but for her, it was the most luxurious thing in life.
A congenital heart disease meant her life wouldn’t last long; she could pass away at any moment.
With this thought, she suddenly felt more courage. A hint of desolation appeared on her delicate face, creeping to her lips, yet she conjured a smile. In the dim light, her tears blended with the smile, touching enough to soften the heart of anyone who saw it, but unfortunately, there was no one there to see it at the moment.
"Ya Chen, I know that the Ya Family is angry that I married you. But I won’t be a burden to you. I want to have a child for you... in that way, would your father forgive the Chu Family?"
People with congenital heart disease face huge risks in childbirth.
If having a child could earn his pity for her, what did it matter if it cost her life? After all, in this half of a life, for him, she, Xinyue, had committed the act of killing her sister, so what was life worth anyway?
On the other side of the bed, Ya Chen’s broad back moved slightly.
After a dozen seconds or so, he turned over, facing her direction, "Come here."
In the darkness, a glimmer of hope flickered in Xinyue’s heart as she moved closer, only to feel a gust of wind hit her.
Ya Chen suddenly grabbed her collar, yanking her harshly toward his cold, steely face, exhaling words cold as mist:
"Even if you marry me, don’t you ever delude yourself into thinking I could have the slightest bit of love for you. Have a child for me? Wishful thinking. I’m not interested!"
With that, the man’s slender and pale fingers slowly loosened their grip, moving back as he propped himself up against the bedpost, sitting up.
