Volume One, Chapter Two: If We Drink, Let's Have a Child...

The blood test results came back after more than half an hour. During that time, He Yanchen didn’t leave her side even a single step, which surprised her. Usually, when she was sick and needed an IV, her husband Xie Huaijin never waited for her like this. Yet this “brother” she hadn’t seen in a long time showed such patience?

Just as Ji Yao’s mind was full of questions, the doctor who took her blood emerged with the report, her throat tightening slightly as she looked at He Yanchen.

“Doctor He, has Miss Ji’s family arrived?”

He Yanchen, standing beside her, exuded a faint, pleasant scent of pine. “No family has come. Give it to me.”

The blood test doctor was a woman. Since He Yanchen had started working at the hospital, he had captivated all the single female doctors and nurses. Everyone knew he was aloof and never involved with any woman. Who was this Ji Yao? How could she make Doctor He willingly associate with her?

Though reluctant, the blood test doctor handed the report to He Yanchen.

As He Yanchen read it, Ji Yao nervously asked, “Is something wrong with my health?”

If everything were fine, why did He Yanchen’s expression look so grave?

He Yanchen glanced at the report and asked, “Her blood contains traces of morphine and mescaline?”

The doctor nodded. “Yes, that’s why I wanted to find her family to ask about the situation. Doctor He, although you’re a gynecologist, you should know these two substances can cause hallucinations. She hasn’t reached a dangerous dose yet, but if this continues, she might end up like the addicts outside!”

At the last sentence, the doctor’s face bore disdain and sarcasm.

Ji Yao looked at the file in He Yanchen’s hands, her throat tightening, her heart feeling as if struck hard by a hammer. Her gaze shifted and landed on that tall white figure.

“This can’t be!”

...

Back home, Ji Yao went straight upstairs to the bedroom.

After showering and applying toner, her mind kept replaying the hospital events.

Xie Huaijin gave her hallucinogenic drugs? How was that possible?

They had dated since their freshman year, been together for six years, married for three, and from scratch built a company valued in the hundreds of millions, soon to be listed. They had endured hardships together, supporting each other through thick and thin.

In love and marriage, Xie Huaijin had never betrayed her and always treated her well. How could he drug her?

There was no reason at all! None of this made sense!

“Wife, what are you so lost in thought about?”

She hadn’t even noticed when Xie Huaijin returned.

Earlier, she had been too absorbed in her thoughts. He stood before her in a neat suit, faintly smelling of alcohol. Looking in the mirror at the man holding her tightly, his dark eyes were more dazzling than the stars above, tender and focused solely on her.

“Nothing.”

Ji Yao said nothing more, staring at the mirror.

Xie Huaijin looked at her for a long moment before softly sighing, “No, you do have something on your mind. Don’t forget, we know each other better than anyone else in the world. You can’t fool me.”

Is that so?

Yet why did she feel she didn’t really understand him?

Ji Yao remained silent. Xie Huaijin stepped in front of her, wrapped her in his arms, and gently stroked her soft hair.

“What’s wrong? Mom told me you went out this afternoon but came back in a bad mood and didn’t even eat dinner.”

Ji Yao stared into his eyes for a long time, seeing nothing but love, so deep and genuine there was no hint of deceit.

One’s eyes never lie. Xie Huaijin loved her. How could she doubt him?

She swallowed hard, her gaze growing more resolute. “Nothing. Maybe it’s because I haven’t gone out in a while. I caught a bit of a chill today. I’ll rest and be fine.”

“I bought you such a big villa. You should just stay home and walk around. What’s there to go out for?”

Ji Yao sighed. “I’m a bit bored.”

Since their marriage, she had stopped working and stayed home all day, losing her social circle and growing increasingly lonely.

Xie Huaijin lifted her from the dressing table and carried her to the bed. As he lowered his body onto hers, she trembled ever so slightly.

“Then have a child. Once you have a child to take care of, you won’t be bored anymore.”

His tall figure pressed down, his cold lips almost touching hers. She closed her eyes in anticipation, but just as his lips neared hers, he suddenly stopped, handing her a glass of red wine as before.

“The usual—drink it and then we continue.”

Every time they were together, Xie Huaijin made her drink a little wine, saying he liked seeing her flushed and charming. She accepted the wine and drank it. Afterward, he set the glass aside and leaned down again, but lacked the strength to do anything further—because Ji Yao had already slipped a sleeping pill into his drink.

Watching Xie Huaijin sleep soundly, she still refused to believe he wanted to harm her. But on the other hand, she felt the wine must have been tampered with, causing the hallucinogenic drugs to appear in her blood.

“Buzz—”

Xie Huaijin’s phone rang, the screen showing a call from his secretary. It rang several times, but Ji Yao didn’t answer. When the call ended, she eagerly picked up his phone, unlocking it with his fingerprint, and silently began to browse.

If you want to find out if a man has secrets, the first place to look is his WeChat.

At first, she found nothing suspicious. But when she searched for “wife,” a strange female profile popped up instead of her own.

Ji Yao opened it and saw their chat history…

The woman called Xie Huaijin “husband,” and he called her “wife.” Their conversations were explicit, even containing revealing photos. Most telling was Xie Huaijin’s promise:

“Don’t worry, wife. I wouldn’t even touch Ji Yao. For you, I remain pure. Only your body is mine.”

Ji Yao’s heart felt pierced by a dagger. So it was all true! Xie Huaijin had already betrayed her. What she thought was their intimacy was actually him drugging her, making her hallucinate!

Married for three years, and she was still a virgin!

Her throat grew dry with sorrow. She contacted a lawyer through a friend. Possibly overwhelmed with grief, she vomited several times in the bathroom. When she returned, she saw a missed call from an unknown number.

Thinking it was the lawyer, she dialed back without hesitation.

On the other end, He Yanchen had just finished showering, steam billowing off him, a towel tied around his waist. His damp hair clung to his temples, water droplets trailing down his neck to his collarbone. After drying his hands, he answered.

“Hello, I’d like to inquire about divorce proceedings.”

The voice and number were familiar.

He Yanchen’s eyes held a trace of cold detachment as he stood in the bedroom, light casting shadows over his high, straight nose. Wearing a bathrobe, his lean muscles rippled smoothly beneath.

After a long pause, his clear, slightly hoarse voice spoke.

“Yuelan Residence, Building 12, password 6496.”

“R-right now?”

She only wanted to consult over the phone, not visit.

He Yanchen lit a cigarette, his tone calm yet chillingly amused.

“Serious matters are best discussed in the evening.”