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Chapter 41 – One Less Time Each Time

Yan Man subtly reminded Wen Moxing not to let her gaze be too obvious.

“This is my boyfriend, Tan Qishen,” Yan Man said as she held onto his arm and introduced the two of them. “She’s Wen Moxing, a good friend of mine.”

Tan Qishen gave a slight nod. “Hello, Miss Wen.”

Right after, Uncle Nan came in with a fruit basket he had prepared in advance.

Wen Moxing quickly composed herself and forced her voice to sound normal. “Hello, Mr. Tan.”

“I had the hospital upgrade the room. It’s the best in terms of comfort and service—more suitable for Miss Wen’s prenatal care.”

Tan Qishen’s voice was calm and low. After speaking, he glanced at Jiang Linjin beside him.

“Thanks, brother,” Jiang Linjin responded without hesitation.

Wen Moxing glared at Jiang Linjin and then thanked Tan Qishen. “Thank you, Mr. Tan, for the trouble.”

Tan Qishen still hadn’t let go of Yan Man’s hand. Although he didn’t say anything, Wen Moxing picked up on his intention and said, “Manman, you should go home with Mr. Tan.”

It was already 7 PM. Yan Man had been with her for quite a while.

“Will you be okay on your own?”

Yan Man was worried.

“I’m still here. Don’t worry, Miss Yan. I’ll take good care of Moxing.”

Jiang Linjin took on the responsibility eagerly—he was more than willing. Wen Moxing responded with another eye-roll.

Pathetic.

Even willing to be the stepfather of someone else’s child.

Tan Qishen naturally wrapped his arm around Yan Man’s waist. Before they left, he turned to Wen Moxing and Jiang Linjin and said, “Let me know if you need anything.”

“I won’t be polite,” Jiang Linjin replied.

Since Wen Moxing couldn’t move from her bed, Jiang Linjin saw them off instead.

It was winter, and night had fallen quickly. The snow from last time had melted quite a bit.

Tan Qishen’s black Cullinan was hidden in the darkness. Uncle Nan opened the back door, and the couple got in.

Once the car started, Tan Qishen pressed a button. The privacy partition slowly rose between the front and back seats.

Yan Man looked confused. Just as she turned to ask what he was doing, he pulled her onto his lap.

His gaze was dark, and he looked up into her eyes. “Did you miss me?”

His deep, magnetic voice echoed in the confined space, making Yan Man’s ears tingle. She answered, “I did…”

She had only said one word when he silenced her with a kiss.

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The time was too short.

The ride from “Senmu” Hospital to Park Hyatt was only about ten minutes. Tan Qishen hadn’t really planned to do anything serious in the car.

Outside the window, skyscrapers sparkled in the night, brilliantly lit. China Zun towered into the clouds, a landmark of opulence.

Just looking outside was enough to tell they had entered the CBD. In just a few more minutes, they’d reach their destination.

“Next time, alright?”

His breath was hot, but his tone was calm and steady, as if the one who’d just acted all flirtatious wasn’t him.

Yan Man’s ears were red, and she lightly tapped his shoulder with her pale palm. Clearly, he had initiated, yet she felt like she was the shameless one.

But… there were only so many “next times” left.

Yan Man’s expression dimmed for a brief second. She sighed quietly—barely audible—but Tan Qishen caught it.

He chuckled lightly, fingers playing with her hair. “What’s wrong? Feeling that bad?”

The reason was close—but not quite.

Yan Man couldn’t tell him the truth.

She buried her face into his chest, pretending to be shy. Her voice muffled, she said, “I feel… uncomfortable.”

[Dear reviewer, the female lead is saying her heart feels uncomfortable, not what you’re thinking!]

Tan Qishen gently patted her back. “Just bear with it a little longer.”

One minute later, they arrived at Park Hyatt.

Uncle Nan didn’t go upstairs, not wanting to disturb them. He planned to return the next morning.

When the door to their private suite opened, Tan Qishen lifted her into his arms, carrying her into the master bedroom.

Lying on the bed, Yan Man’s thoughts were far away.

She counted—there were no more than three Sundays left before the 8th day of the lunar new year.

Excluding next Sunday, that left just two.

One less time… every time.

Tan Qishen noticed her absent-mindedness. His black eyes locked onto hers, and he scolded coldly, “Not focused.”

She quickly offered a smile to appease him.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom.

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