Chapter 91: Chapter 91 Late Confession
Liu Xixi said that her child was a surprise, but for Lu Xining, the pregnancies of both Ji Chao and Ji Ze were truly unexpected.
It happened during the longest business trip abroad that Ji Muye had taken.
Three whole months.
He returned silently, unnoticed by everyone.
At that ti, she was trying on a new gown sent by the brand, a body-hugging rmaid dress that perfectly outlined her figure when she suddenly collided with the man’s dark, mysterious eyes at that turn.
That night.
...
Exploding sparks crackled in her mind.
In a daze, she was repeatedly thrust by him into the tidal waves of the deep sea; her tense body completely out of her control, the terrifying pleasure swept her to the heavens.
The pregnancy ca suddenly, and Lu Xining’s first sensation was panic.
The news of the pregnancy sohow reached Old Sir Ji.
She was summoned back to the Ji Family Mansion.
In the end, the only option left was “to give birth.”
Recalling everything from the past, Lu Xining closed her eyes and continually adjusted her breathing.
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And those few seconds she took to steady her breath also made the ti stretch out.
At the mont her fingertips were about to leave, a flicker of panic crossed Ji Muye’s heart.
His broad palm, grasping her hand tightly against his face, the explosive guilt made him lose his calm control.
Ji Muye slightly turned his face asking while leaning his cheek against her hand, “Tell everything, will you?”
Ji Muye masochistically wanted to hear more from her, the details he had never paid attention to during their five years of marriage.
Lu Xining stared at his face; with sharp contours and delicate features, such a divinely crafted face could easily make one lose themselves in his star-like eyes and was hard for anyone to dislike.
“Actually, my liking for you wasn’t that deep.”
Ji Muye’s heart rate fluctuated violently with Lu Xining’s words, an anxiety and unease he had never experienced before.
Her words deeply nailed into his heart’s walls.
The hand he held trembled, Lu Xining turned her face away and continued, “The best our relationship ever was probably the year when Xiao Chao and Xiao Ze were just conceived.”
She paused for a mont; her upturned lips mixed with genuine joy from that ti.
A man long cold showing sudden tenderness could easily disorient anyone.
She had once lost herself in these misleading details of his for five years.
Lu Xining rarely smiled at him saying, “At that mont, I actually thought your utterly cold nature was rather good.”
Just looking at his appearance, Ji Muye was one in ten thousand, the pinnacle of handso n.
Looking at his abilities, he had even earlier reached a career peak unmatched by others.
Yet, it was this man, outstanding both in looks and abilities, who had gradually worn away all her passion for marriage over those five years, leaving only a still pond of dead calm at her heart’s bottom.
Lu Xining’s crystal-clear teardrops suddenly fell, dropping onto the back of Ji Muye’s other hand.
Like scalding wax, it made him instinctively want to withdraw his hand.
Lu Xining pulled her hand away, stood up straight, and coldly continued, “If you had never given any response, I wouldn’t have had such complaints about you later.”
“Ji Muye, you clearly gave signals but decisively withdrew at the mont I fell, making all my cautious approaches look like a joke.”
He stood up and grasped her shoulders, urgently saying, “It’s not like that!”
The words of affection that slipped out stunned Ji Muye and Lu Xining simultaneously.
The door in his mind that had long been ajar was finally flung open at that mont.
A dazzling light penetrated the darkness, bringing him the answer from the bottom of his heart!
Ji Muye finally understood that those fluctuating unfamiliar emotions, the restlessness that kept him awake from just one of her sentences, the flushed cheeks and racing heartbeat from her smile, were all because…
Ji Muye’s gaze held a determination as if he were parting clouds, his voice clear yet deep, brimming with intense emotions.
“I like you, Lu Xining.”
Her long eyelashes trembled. This belated confession, had this been five or six years earlier, might have made her blush and turn red, but now, like an underripe fruit, it was sour and hard to swallow.
Lu Xining coldly pushed away his hands from her shoulders and took a few steps to the other side of the couch.
She outright rejected him, “But I don’t like you.”
Knowing her determination to leave, Ji Muye pulled her tightly into his embrace from behind, “Don’t go, I’ll tell you everything, all the despicable jealousy, I’ll tell you.”
“I am excellent in other aspects, but that’s because they are orderly, formulas of math and physics, the logic of economics and managent, all of which I could optimize based on the work of predecessors, but not emotions.”
“Xining, emotions have no formulas, no logic.”
“No one taught how to understand love, how to love soone.”
Ji Muye held her arms tightly, as if he wanted to rge her into his body.
His parents were a typical couple joined by an arranged marriage.
What Ji Muye saw the most from his childhood was their emotionless life.
He didn’t know what true love should look like, thinking that a marriage as calm as water was the most common form.
The Ji Family’s perennial teaching for heirs was to remain impassive to ensure a high success rate in negotiations.
Ji Muye grew accustod to hiding his true emotions because it ant no one could exploit his weaknesses.
Over ti, that indifferent, calm mask had beco affixed to his face.
He stared at Lu Xining’s profile, bitterly saying, “But I don’t understand that those feelings are the rudints of love.”
“You said you wanted to have a good life with , how could I not want the sa?”
Before getting married, he almost always stayed in the company’s resting room; his life was nothing but work.
After marriage, despite not understanding the nervous, expectant tension he felt every ti before returning ho, he began going ho on ti, eating with her, giving her his supplentary card, fulfilling his duties as a husband at night.
He bent down and held her, his forehead resting on her shoulder, his ears starting to burn from the words he spoke.
Ji Muye had never been so frank with anyone about his thoughts, and if he didn’t speak up today, he probably never would have another chance.
“Learning of your pregnancy was the second ti I felt that overwhelming joy.”
The past and the present intertwined, thinking back to the first ti he felt like a father, Ji Muye felt as if his body was wrapped in hot spring water, warmly enveloping him.
Ji Muye’s eyes softened, his voice hoarse by two degrees: “The first ti was our wedding night.”
She turned around, trying to see through the insincerity in his eyes, only to crash into a deep, dark pool, Ji Muye’s voice, rich and magnetic, reaching her ears again.
It was as if he had made a significant decision, his gaze filled with sparks that could burn a person up.
“Xining, it’s not that I decisively detached from my feelings for you, but panic.”
“…It’s the pride under jealousy acting up.”
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