He took a towel and slowly cleaned the filth between her legs, his voice flat: "Save your strength, we still need to give you the ovulation shot tonight."
She cried hysterically, as if her entire world was collapsing, desperately pulling at the shackles connected to the headboard, not caring if her wrists were rubbed raw. She kicked at him fiercely, trying to evade his grasp, "I don’t want this! Lu Shifeng, I don’t want this!" Her body convulsed with her sobs, "Don’t touch , don’t touch !"
He easily caught her wildly kicking leg, and with a firm, dry hand, he pressed down, pinning her back onto the mattress.
"Move again, and I’ll bind your legs together as well," he said rcilessly.
"You tyrant! Maniac!" she cried and cursed, but it seed like the one truly on the verge of madness was her. Her long hair was disheveled, and the flimsy gauzy nightgown that barely covered her had slipped off sowhere, exposing her entire smooth white body to him, along with the shocking red and purple bruises, scattered chaotically.
"I told you to save your strength." His voice was slightly cold as he changed the water in the basin at the bedside once more, wiping away the last of the excretions from between her legs before standing up to retrieve the ovulation shot.
She scread again, watching his actions, her small body trembling like a leaf in the wind, "Lu Shifeng, don’t co over! Don’t co over!"
She tried desperately to curl up her legs, but he dragged them open with ease.
He pressed his body weight onto her, pinning her down fiercely, and then expertly injected the ovulation shot into her body.
She cried out in pain, tears welling up again as she said, "Lu Shifeng, go to hell...! Why don’t you just die...?!"
Maintaining his position on top of her, he tossed the syringe aside, his rough hands slowly gliding over her smooth skin, resting on her warm soft abdon.
"Maybe, a life is already being nurtured here," he said in a low voice.
She felt nothing but horror, struggling with her tear-streaked face, "Lu Shifeng, let go, I’m begging you... There are plenty of won in this world willing to have your child, why waste your ti on ?"
He laughed coldly, his gaze bloodthirsty, "You finally admit you don’t want to have my child?"
"I didn’t!" Her tears flowed harder, incoherent, not even knowing what she was saying, "Lu Shifeng, I didn’t! I am willing, I am!"
"But just now you said you weren’t willing."
"I was willing then!" Her voice was hoarse from crying, not knowing how to explain; at one point she had stopped taking birth control pills, indeed thinking she might soday have a child with him. But what happened at the wedding changed everything, her entire being now rejecting him, back to the state of not wanting his child.
She wondered, if she conceived under such brutal conditions, how would she face that child in the future?
But he pressed, "And now?"
She trembled, unable to speak, her sobs low and almost suffocating.
His dry hand pressed hard on her abdon, making her cry out in pain; he said, "Su Xingyu, I don’t care if you’re willing or not, no gas. Like I said, once you’re pregnant, you can get off the bed."
Her delicate face looked up at him in panic and desperation, "What if... what if I can never conceive?" That seed the most likely outco; the doctor’s diagnosis was no joke, and with so many doctors saying she was highly likely to be infertile, the probability could be said to be 99.9%.
But Lu Shifeng said, "Then we’ll go for artificial insemination, IVF."
His voice was so decisive, as though this thought had been pondered countless tis in his mind.
She cried, realizing that as a living person, she wasn’t as important as his descendants, that he didn’t care about her feelings and was determined to have a child regardless of the ans.
"What if, what if IVF fails too?" She didn’t know where she found the courage, almost recklessly provoking him, "Even if I exhaust all thods and can’t have a child, Lu Shifeng, please, let go... Let leave! Find a healthy woman who can have babies and marry her! I’m begging you..."
He looked at her coldly, his gaze like ice, "So, this is what you’ve been pondering all along? Don’t worry, I won’t let you get your way."
Even if she had to destroy her reproductive system to escape him, even if it ant punishnt, he couldn’t let her succeed!
Can’t conceive? Very well, "I’ll find another woman to bear the child, raise it at ho, but you will always be Lu Shifeng’s wife, the young mistress of the Lu Family, for this life and beyond, this is your fate."
Her body shook violently.
What did he just say?
If she couldn’t conceive, he’d find another woman to bear a child?!
What exactly did he take her for? What did he take her for!
"Lu Shifeng, you beast!" Her heart felt like it was being fried in oil, a pain so intense it was tearing her apart; she started tugging on her chains again with all her might, struggling, "You beast, you beast! You beast! Let go... Let go!"
But he simply leaned over, viciously plundering her.
The pain was like struggling in hell, indistinguishable whether it was physical or emotional.
Her wrists, raised high, had long lost sensation through countless abuses, with drops of warm bloody liquid falling, touching her cheek, reminding her that the injuries were growing severe. She was like a ragdoll torn apart, her vacant eyes weakly staring at the ceiling when the violent storm ended.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, lightning and thunder suddenly roared, heavy rain poured down as if it were the end of the world.
From outside the bedroom, there was a knock on the door, and the raised voice of Mrs. Gui calling, "Young master, Miss Zhuang is here!"
Miss Zhuang? Zhuang Heng?
A na flickered numbly through the girl’s mind on the bed as if she had thought a lot, or perhaps thought nothing at all.
Thunder continued to rumble outside, she heard the man beside her say sothing to soone outside, and a response ca.
All the sounds flowed through her eardrums like water, leaving no trace.
The man beside her got up, got off the bed, and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door.
She curled up in a small corner of the satin bed, numbly listening to the raging storm outside the floor-to-ceiling window, her body very cold, the pain numbing her slowly, a feeling almost like floating in mid-air, not knowing life or death.
She didn’t know how much ti passed; he pushed the door open and ca back.
"Zhuang Heng is pregnant." He walked to her side, looking down at her.
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