C3 I Had Your Child!

Xia Nannan chewed over those four bitter words, realizing just how strong the Zheng family's traits ran.

"Scared?" Zheng Yizhou noticed Xia Nannan's distraction and tightened his grip a bit more.

"Why would I be scared?" Xia Nannan replied, her smile barely there. "I'm carrying your child. You wouldn't deny your own kid, would you?"

Zheng Yizhou glanced dismissively at her still-flat stomach and scoffed, "So you think you can use the baby as leverage to force me into marriage?"

Xia Nannan shook her head. "Don't say 'force.' It's more like a union of love."

"Love?" Zheng Yizhou released her, looking down at her with disdain. "What makes you think I'd marry a woman like you? Let me tell you, not just anyone gets to carry a Zheng heir."

Xia Nannan lowered her lashes, looking as if she might cry. "You can deny the child, but then you'd be known as the man who abandoned his own flesh and blood."

"Is that a threat?"

Xia Nannan sighed. "You're my child's father. I wouldn't embarrass you unless absolutely necessary." She paused, her delicate hand reaching up to trace circles near his ear. "Oh, and about that night a month ago—I recorded your stellar performance. I wouldn't mind sharing our joy with others."

Zheng Yizhou's knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, his handsome face shadowed with anger.

It seemed she had planned this all along, and he had been completely outmaneuvered by a woman!

Xia Nannan watched his expression with satisfaction, her lips curving slightly. "And as for your underwear that night, I..."

"Enough." Zheng Yizhou growled low, flipping the slender woman onto the old leather couch, leaning over her with fire in his eyes.

"It seems you're still hung up on what happened that day. I don't mind letting you relive that wonderful moment," Yizhou said with a mischievous smile, inching closer to Nannan. The space between them had reached its limit, yet he couldn't detect any hint of panic on her face.

It appeared she was indeed just a carefree woman.

Nannan remained remarkably calm throughout, even leaning slightly forward to meet Yizhou's gaze. She seemed certain that he wouldn't touch a woman like her, one he deemed "dirty" and overly ambitious, when he was in his right mind.

Her softness pressed seamlessly against Yizhou's chest, subtly shifting with her slight movements, like a dangerous spark tempting him. Suddenly, Yizhou felt a dryness in his mouth, his throat moving as his body reacted.

Unaware of all this, Nannan was happily plotting her own little schemes. Meanwhile, Yizhou's throat grew increasingly parched, surprising him with his own response and frustrating him with the lack of control.

Yet, instead of restraining himself, he instinctively gripped Nannan's waist. As his fingers touched her soft, cool skin, flashes of that night played vividly in his mind.