Ye Lu was furious.
"Third Young Master Jun, get up..." she growled through gritted teeth.
Third Young Master Jun finally woke up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and opening his shiny ink-colored eyes. He looked at her in apparent surprise for a mont before realizing that he’d brought her back.
"Getting so angry first thing in the morning isn’t good for your health," he said lazily, supporting his cheek with one hand as he looked at her languidly.
"If you don’t want to be angry, move your hand. What are you doing touching ?"
Third Young Master Jun looked down to see his hand casually claiming half of her belly. Far from being ashad, he seed to feel this was only natural, and raised an eyebrow.
"I’m bonding with my babies. I can feel them saying, ’Good morning, Daddy’."
Actually, he was just curious. He was filled with curiosity about these little lives and couldn’t help touching them.
Touching them, he could feel the faint movents and heartbeats inside.
The feeling was too extraordinary, shocking even, filling him with indescribable excitent. Like a kid, he couldn’t stop touching them.
In the end, he left his hand resting on her belly and fell into a blissful sleep.
Discovering that sleeping with his hand on her stomach made for an unusually good night’s sleep, he thought he’d found the cure for his insomnia.
Yes, he thought happily, he would have to continue doing this.
Upon hearing this, Ye Lu’s face imdiately turned cold.
"They can’t speak yet and they certainly don’t know you, their cold-blooded father."
She slapped his hand away and looked at him. His fatherly deanor only added to her disgust.
Then she rembered how he had taken Yiyi and Yuanyuan from her. Life was tough for her alone, she was full of fear that she couldn’t protect the children. She had knelt in front of him, losing her dignity, begging him to acknowledge them, to take care of her and the children, but he left her, cold and indifferent.
When she returned from a holiday abroad, she foolishly thought he would marry her, but he was just toying with her. Overwheld and desperate, she left, only to be ambushed by Bai Sijia and Yuan Jiayin. Her child was nearly lost in that attack. And where was he when she and her child were in so much pain?
"You’ve given them up again and again. What right do you have to be their father? If our children weren’t so strong, do you think we would have survived? If they knew how cruel you were to them, how you ignored them, disregarded their lives, do you think they would acknowledge you as their father?"
Third Young Master Jun’s heart jerked, his smile freezing on his face.
He thought about everything that had happened, his past indifference and cruelty. He regretted how he had ignored her because his heart was dead, and how he’d disregarded everything. But he was never one to linger in the past. If he couldn’t change the past, he would change the present.
"I truly am sorry for them. I will double my efforts to take care of you from now on and make up for my past indifference."
"Give a beating then offer sweet words. With such a gracious tone, oh how grateful I should be. Alas, I won’t accept it. Third Young Master Jun, there is nothing you can do to make up for it."
She pushes his hand away coldly. He can never repair the true hurt in her heart.
He hasn’t even given her a single apology, and yet all his doings seem logical. When he wants to abandon her, he does so, when he realizes her children are of his blood and wishes to snatch them back, he does so. The world doesn’t work this way - there’s no such thing as a free lunch.
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