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Yan Man had just taken off her coat. She was wearing only a high-neck, sheer pleated long dress that wrapped around her alluring figure. Though models typically have higher body standards, she had curves where it mattered.
She sat next to Tan Qishen, looked up at him, trying to soothe his mood, but suddenly said something completely unrelated:
“Tan Qishen, it’s snowing outside.”
Tan Qishen’s dark, deep eyes silently looked at her.
Of course, he knew it was snowing outside.
It was the first snowfall in Beijing this year, and it wasn’t a light one.
“What I mean is…”
“I missed you.”
Yan Man didn’t even know what she was feeling when she said that. As she looked at Tan Qishen’s face, tears welled up uncontrollably, her eyelashes damp like a drowning butterfly.
Hearing her soft sobs, Tan Qishen instinctively looked down at her face.
Other than in bed, he had never seen Yan Man cry before.
He didn’t understand why she was crying.
It had only been four days apart. Was she missing him that much?
“Stop crying.”
Tan Qishen said in a cold voice, deliberately suppressing his tone.
But the next second, Yan Man sobbed even harder.
“…”
Tan Qishen lowered his eyes and cursed himself inwardly—what a beast.
After a while, Yan Man’s sobbing slowly stopped. The corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, making her look pitiful and heartbreakingly tender.
She buried her soft voice in the crook of his neck:
“Don’t be angry anymore.”
Tan Qishen let out a low grunt, the stinging sensation from his Adam’s apple shooting through every nerve in his body.
The way he looked at Yan Man was like a hunter eyeing its prey, his gaze carrying a brewing storm.
He grabbed her waist and with a lift of his hand, she was sitting on his lap.
He reached out and turned off the lights. The room plunged into darkness.
From afar, the lights of the CBD buildings glowed brightly. Neon and moonlight spilled through the windows, leaving a faint illumination.
In the dim light, Tan Qishen stared intensely at Yan Man’s face. His breathing was heavy, and his hoarse voice said:
“Yan Man, you asked for this.”
Tan Qishen’s voice was raspy to the extreme.
If he couldn’t say it with words, then he’d show it instead.
—
Tan Qishen admitted he completely lost control tonight.
He wasn’t gentle—in fact, he was a little rough.
Hearing Yan Man’s sobs somehow brought him a sense of calm. His whole body felt relaxed.
Even the resentment he had from being mad at her seemed to melt away.
By the time it ended, it was already 3 a.m.
Yan Man was limp on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The next second, Tan Qishen’s expression shifted slightly.
Yan Man’s lashes were still wet with tears. When she looked up and saw the slight seriousness in his face, she asked in a hoarse voice:
“What’s wrong?”
Tan Qishen’s expression turned grave. His tone was regretful and self-blaming:
“It broke.”
“…”
Yan Man instantly sobered up.
Only one thought flashed through her mind: If I end up pregnant, I will never let Tan Qishen off the hook.
They exchanged a look. Tan Qishen grabbed the robe nearby, picked up his phone from the nightstand, and called Uncle Nan.
At that time, Uncle Nan was fast asleep downstairs.
He had stayed overnight at Park Hyatt just in case his young master changed his mind and decided to leave again.
The moment the phone rang, Uncle Nan opened his eyes instantly.
Sure enough, the caller was Tan Qishen.
He glanced at the time—3:21 a.m.
Uncle Nan had to quickly shake off sleep and answered the call:
“Young master? What ha—”
“Go buy the medicine. Now.”
Tan Qishen spoke fast.
“Medicine? What medicine?”
Uncle Nan was confused—what kind of medicine was needed at 3 a.m.?
“Are you sick?”
Uncle Nan’s face immediately turned serious. Did he have a fever or maybe acute gastroenteritis?
As he dressed, he said:
“Should I take you to the hospital instead?”
Tan Qishen couldn’t take it anymore and cut him off with three words:
“Morning-after pill.“
Uncle Nan froze.
Wait… what?
He almost thought he misheard. Miss Yan wasn’t supposed to be back… so how…?
Uncle Nan dared not continue the thought.
He had heard what happened at “Lu Garden” tonight—there were celebrities and young models involved. What kind of karma is this?
Though shocked, Uncle Nan went downstairs and personally bought the medicine.
At over 3 a.m., a fifty-year-old man buying the morning-after pill… he couldn’t imagine what the pharmacist thought of him.
When he returned, he went up to the 66th floor and knocked on the suite door.
Immediately, the door opened. Tan Qishen, wearing a bathrobe, took the medicine without waiting for questions and closed the door again.
“…”
Uncle Nan was speechless.
Tan Qishen returned to the bedroom. Yan Man had already showered and changed into her pajamas.
He personally poured her a glass of water and handed her the pill:
“Sorry. I promise it won’t happen again.”
Yan Man took the water and medicine, and asked softly:
“How can you promise?”
How could he guarantee that something like tonight wouldn’t happen again? Yan Man didn’t quite trust Tan Qishen.
“Next time, I’ll wear two.”
Tan Qishen said it with such seriousness that it didn’t even sound like a joke.
He truly felt guilty. Although it was an accident tonight, if they hadn’t realized in time, the consequences could’ve been irreversible.
Well, there was one way to fix it—
He could marry Yan Man.
The thought stunned even himself, and he dared not think further.
Yan Man swallowed the pill and handed the cup back to him.
She was so exhausted that she fell asleep moments after lying in bed.
—
When she woke up, it was already noon.
That afternoon, she had to go to the company to meet with Luo Xi about Director Hu Suling’s new film project.
Yan Man felt sore all over. She had never been this tired before.
Even her lower abdomen ached faintly—something she’d never experienced before.
She slowly got up and noticed the living room was spotless.
Everything they had tossed around last night—clothes or otherwise—had been cleaned up. Even the sofa by the window had a new cover.
After eating, she headed to the company. Shen Jie and the driver were already waiting downstairs.
“Man-jie, here’s the full script from the director. They’re asking you to finish reading it within a week.”
Shen Jie handed her the physical script after she got in the car.
“Got it.” Yan Man’s voice was a little weak.
“What’s wrong? You don’t look well.”
Shen Jie noticed she looked pale and asked with concern.
Yan Man was holding her lower abdomen. She had just gone to the bathroom and noticed she was bleeding a little.
But her period had just ended last week—there was no way it was starting again.