“?”
Shang Sheng didn't know who she was referring to for a moment.
"It's Miss Mu, the one Chen Ling said she wanted you to marry last time at the company. Didn't she say Miss Mu was more talented and capable than me?" she said with apparent sincerity.
After Shang Sheng realized who she was talking about, his expression darkened, and his eyes held an unreadable emotion.
"Even Chen Ling thinks she's great, so she must be incredibly beautiful!" Qin Yige was lost in her imagination, and at the same time, a sourness began to bubble up in her heart.
The key was that the other woman was highly educated, beautiful, and wealthy, and her family background should be good too, otherwise, Chen Ling wouldn't have admitted defeat.
The man grabbed her abruptly and pulled her into his arms roughly, "Qin Yige, you are Mrs. Shang now!"
She seemed to lack confidence in herself.
"I know! What? I'm not even allowed to mention it?"
"No," he denied, his voice low. "Since I married you, other women have nothing to do with me."
No matter how beautiful or talented she was, it had nothing to do with him.
Qin Yige felt uncomfortable and didn't want to make him happy. "Am I hindering your path to marrying the woman you love?"
"No!"
Unfortunately, Qin Yige didn't believe him.
"Even if I am, it's too late. You are destined not to be with her in this life." She was already Mrs. Shang, and lately, she had found that being with Shang Sheng wasn't as terrible as she had imagined.
He pushed her onto the large bed behind them unexpectedly. "If we can't be together, we won't be. You are enough."
His words, coupled with his indifferent expression, made it hard to associate them with sweet nothings. In fact, Qin Yige thought he was calling her troublesome.
"You have no way back. We're having the wedding next month, and we slept together last night. I, Qin Yige, won't allow you to lust after other women!" she admitted that she was very possessive of what belonged to her.
The man's eyes deepened. "I can promise you that. However, Mrs. Shang, you must fulfill your wifely duties!"
Bringing up this topic, Qin Yige seemed to remember something, and her expression turned strange. She shifted slightly and whispered, "Next time."
"This time is this time, and next time is next time. They don't conflict," he said, kissing her lips.
"No! It hurts too much!" she shook her head frantically.
Shang Sheng paused for a moment, remembering her tears from last night, and his tone softened. "I'll be careful in the future."
It was his fault; he had lost control somewhat and hurt her.
Knowing she was shy, he didn't force her further. "Do you need to get checked?"
She continued to shake her head. "I'll be fine in a while."
If she went to the hospital for this, she would definitely be laughed at by the doctor.
"Alright then."
Qin Yige: "I want to ask you a question, and you have to answer honestly."
"What?"
"How many women have you slept with?"
His eyes narrowed. "What gave you the impression that I've slept with many women?"
She whispered, "You, you are clearly an expert..."
It was true that she had taken the initiative last night, but things had gotten out of her control afterward.
What she knew, he knew too. What she didn't know, he also knew.
She thought that he wouldn't know so much if he hadn't slept with at least ten or eight women.
He didn't get angry when he heard this. He propped himself up on one arm beside her and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Did you have such a good time that it gave you that impression?"
"..."
Her earlobes were red. She vehemently denied it, "No!"
"No? Did I remember wrong? You didn't exactly have no reaction either."
On the contrary.
If she hadn't reacted, he wouldn't have lost control.
"..."
See, this was Shang Sheng.
Even when saying beastly things, he could maintain a poker face and remain unfazed.
Qin Yige stubbornly retorted, "I don't know, who knows what women said? It definitely wasn't me!"
She would never admit it, no matter what, to avoid him getting smug.
The man’s hand cupped her waist, and his deep, seductive voice whispered in her ear, "I was going to let you off, but since you've slandered me, I'll try again and see if I remembered wrong."
"Try... what?" Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest.
Wherever his large hand touched her, it felt as hot as if it were roasted.
"What do you think?" His voice was hoarse, and his unfathomably deep eyes pulled her in.
A scorching kiss fell.
"Mmph."
An indescribable emotion washed over Qin Yige. She couldn't tell if it was discomfort or something else. She was forced to close her eyes and tilt her head back.
However, at the last moment, she grabbed his large hand.
"No—"
She was truly afraid of the pain.
Shang Sheng: "..."
The man tightly closed his eyes, hiding the crimson that appeared in their depths due to his suppressed desire.
Seeing him like this, the woman, panting slightly, suddenly smiled triumphantly. She seemed to have found the best way to torment Shang Sheng...
A moment later, he opened his eyes, and he caught the triumphant glint in her eyes that she hadn't had time to conceal.
His large hand gently touched her cheek, and his voice was laced with a hint of seduction. "Qin Yige, don't be too naive. I have other ways."
It all depended on whether he wanted to.
The slight smile on his lips made her afraid.
"What do you mean?"
Could it be...
"Call me 'husband,' and I'll tell you."
Qin Yige didn't want to call him that, but the way he looked at her felt like fire scorching her, making her unable to refuse. "Husband."
The woman's red lips parted slightly, and a soft "husband" escaped.
Shang Sheng almost lost control, lost in her voice.
He suppressed the turbulent emotions within him, picked her up, and strode towards the bathroom.
After an unknown amount of time, Qin Yige crawled back into bed and mentally cursed the man still showering inside.
When he returned to the bedroom, the woman lying prone said listlessly, "Shang Sheng, I don't want a baby right now."
But they hadn't used any protection last night.
The man paused. "I know."
Last night's events had been rather sudden, and he hadn't been prepared.
Since she didn't want one, he would be careful in the future.
"What if I get pregnant?"
She didn't want to give up yet. Getting married at such a young age was already beyond her plans, and she couldn't let it ruin her career.
"We'll have it."
"Then I'll lose my freedom."
She imagined being followed everywhere by a clingy little brat, and that brat constantly crying out "Mama," and it seemed terrifying.
It would be best if Shang Sheng agreed to be DINK.
"You won't," he sat down beside her, his large hand gently stroking her long, dark hair. "You just give birth; there will be plenty of people to help raise it."
Both sets of parents were eagerly awaiting their child, so they probably wouldn't be the ones raising it.
Even if the parents didn't help, there were nannies, countless maids, and postpartum care providers.
Therefore, she didn't need to worry about anything or burden herself.
"What if I get pregnant and don't want to have it?" She had heard that pregnancy and childbirth could cause one's figure to change, becoming fat.