48. The Ever-Changing Her

Tong Zhenzhen looked nervously at Jun Lengche, her face painted with a sorrowful expression of grievance. She knew that if he insisted on taking the contract by force, she would stand zero chance of winning. Therefore, right now, she had no choice but to lower her posture, hoping to rely on his pity to preserve the contract.

The reason she drafted this breakup contract was so that she would have the opportunity to leave him after her revenge was complete.

Before he returned home, she had spent a long time studying his personality on her own and concluded that there was no other way except to provoke him and make him sign in a momentary lapse of attention.

Of course, she had also anticipated that he was not someone easily fooled, meaning she needed a backup plan to prevent him from reneging.

After pondering for a long time, she decided to utilize a woman's greatest specialty: acting pitiful. Just like Lin Mujin, appearing fragile and soft would stir a man's protective instincts. Even a man as cold as Jun Lengche would not be immune to it.

When provoking him just now, she had used eighty percent genuine feeling. The things he had done had genuinely hurt her; the remaining twenty percent was pure performance.

Now that the strategy was set, her heart was still pounding wildly, unsure whether it would actually work.

So at this moment, she was extremely nervous, her palms slick with sweat.

"You..." Jun Lengche murmured softly, a hint of guilt in his voice. "When I helped you, I never expected you to pay it back."

How generous of him. The money he had forked out must have been at least ten million, right? Otherwise, Long Tianyu wouldn't have used that exact figure as a bargaining chip. She first let out a sigh of relief, but immediately realized something else. Since he was so wealthy and didn't care about the money, why not just treat it as financial sponsorship for herself?

"Then will you write it down?" she asked tentatively.

"If I write it down, will you divorce me?" He wasn't foolish; he had seen that loan agreement. Once the money was repaid, there would be no connection left between them.

Hmph, why was this guy's reaction so fast now? She curled her lips in a pout. It seemed it would be very difficult to fool him again. However, she had her own methods.

"How about this? If we ever divorce, this loan agreement becomes null and void as well?" She offered another suggestion.

Seeing him scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes, she quickly let out a sigh and said with a sorrowful expression, "So many women are interested in you. I don't want to hold you back. If one day you truly wish to find your true love, I am willing to break up. All right?"

Was this silly girl really just looking for a sense of security? Did she truly not trust him? Seeing her vulnerability, his heart softened. In truth, he had never intended to demand that money back. If it was a burden to her, she could just do as she pleased. After all, he knew very well that he would never divorce her.

"All right." To her surprise, he actually agreed.

Tong Zhenzhen was overjoyed, never expecting such a favorable outcome. She immediately grabbed another sheet of paper, picked up the pen from the floor, and handed them both to him.

"Silly girl." After finishing writing, he patted the top of her head. Why couldn't this silly girl see his true feelings?

She didn't care about any of that; she carefully folded the paper and tucked it safely into her pocket.

Then, she walked toward the guest bedroom with a sense of utter satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, he blocked her path. "Where are you going?"

"To sleep, of course." She put on an innocent expression.

"Sleep with me." He frowned in displeasure. Where had he ever heard of a married couple sleeping in separate rooms?

She gave a respectful bow. "Lord Creditor, logic dictates that I should obey your commands. However, since I am carrying a child, I am afraid that if you suddenly feel in the mood, it won't be good for either of us."

As she spoke, she rubbed her completely flat abdomen, feigning deep worry.

How dare she use the child to threaten him!

He strode up to her, pinched her dainty chin, and forced her to look at him.

Clear eyes, delicate facial features, and flawless skin. She was wearing a silk slip nightgown, and the moment he lowered his gaze, the enchanting scenery of her cleavage was laid bare before him.

Just as she had said, the moment he got close to her, the urge to possess her surged fiercely from within.

"You..." His voice turned hoarse.

She pushed her boldness even further, reaching out to brush against his sensitive spots. "What should we do then? I, can, not, ah~ There's a baby, you see~"

Seeing her slant her eyes in what looked like a deliberate tease, he thought she was becoming more and more mischievous. Yet, it was precisely like this that she had marched straight into his heart.

"Snap!" He swatted her hand away. "No."

"But I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself." To his surprise, she started acting shamelessly, pressing close against him, rubbing herself against his body, hooking her arms around his neck, and breathing like orchid fragrance as she murmured, "I feel like I really want that, you know, that."

Faced with her ever-changing demeanor, he was truly reaching his limit. Just moments ago she had been blazing with anger, a moment later she was acting pitiful, and now she had turned so proactive. Which one was her true self? He felt like he understood her less and less.

Her gentle rubbing genuinely ignited his desires, making him yearn to melt this little sprite entirely into his body. But he couldn't; she was carrying a child.

He could only force a calm composure as he pried her hands apart. "You should sleep in the guest room."

"Ah~" She let out an exaggerated, mournful sigh, lightly stroked his cheek with her small hand, and then bolted into the guest bedroom like a frightened rabbit.

Watching her retreating back, he once again had the distinct feeling of being outsmarted. He raised his voice and called out, "Tomorrow night, we are returning to the main residence for dinner."

"Huh? Oh... fine~" Standing behind the door, she stifled a laugh, congratulating herself on her stellar acting. Upon hearing this news, however, her annoyance soared, and her wonderful mood was severely dampened.

There was no such thing as a feast without ulterior motives; she had no idea what tricks the Jun family was about to pull. Deciding she needed a good night's sleep to conserve her energy for tomorrow's battle, she tucked away the contract guaranteeing her freedom and lay down on the bed. Only then did she notice that her back was drenched in sweat. It had truly been a high-stakes gamble, but she had managed to slip past that guy's guard.

The light in the guest room clicked off accordingly.

Jun Lengche returned alone to the master bedroom.

After taking a shower, he lay in bed, pulling the duvet over himself. He caught a faint scent of lemon—the one she had left behind last night—and a sudden sense of emptiness washed over him.

As he lay quietly, his mind began to race.

He was someone who always acted according to his own principles, rarely taking other people's feelings into consideration.

Reaching over to the pillow she had slept on, he felt a few hardened spots. Had she been crying?

Last night was their wedding night, yet he had left her to spend it all alone.

Would any woman be able to endure that?

Not to mention, she had also been forced to endure a chaotic and disastrous wedding ceremony.

And yet, today she had actually witnessed him embracing Lin Mujin. That was truly unfortunate.

That embrace... looking back, he had indeed lost his focus for a moment. Perhaps it was Lin Mujin's tear-stained face and helpless sobbing that had made him lower his guard momentarily, giving the other person the chance to wrap her arms around him.

In truth, Lin Mujin had long since faded from his heart.

Tong Zhenzhen's sharp shriek had put an end to that mistake. When she threw a fit of temper and struck him, it had actually brought a faint sense of joy to his heart.

It was much like a child acting up deliberately just to get an adult's attention, feeling triumphant afterward.

Even though a mere slip of paper had made Tong Zhenzhen his wife, he had always felt as though her heart was constantly drifting between near and far.

At times, he suspected that Tong Zhenzhen's initial compromise was merely a way to escape Long Haotian's entanglement.

That thought wrapped around his heart like tightly woven vines.

He desperately wanted to completely possess her genuine heart.

Yet, upon recalling the contract and the note he had written afterward, he increasingly felt that she had orchestrated a trap.

She wanted to leave?!

Dark, inky shadows surged into his eyes as he felt a wave of boiling anger within.

Why wouldn't this little girl simply stay obediently by his side? An impulse to confront her directly rose within him.

With that, he opened the door to the guest room.

However, seeing her sleeping so soundedly, he ultimately lacked the heart to wake her up.

Still, as for wanting to leave him—she could forget about it for the rest of her life. He stood by her bedside. Because for the rest of her life, she would only ever be Jun Lengche's wife, no matter when or where!

Finally, he leaned down and fiercely claimed her lips with a kiss as fierce as a tempestuous storm. Afterward, he withdrew swiftly, leaving only the darkness of the room for the awakened girl.

Was it just a dream? It