Plunder-Chapter 195: That Child Is Yours

It was six o’clock in the evening.

Zhou Jin’an arrived at Chu Garden in his Maybach, right on time.

His leg injury had improved a lot, and the doctor had already allowed him to be discharged from the hospital.

Known as a workaholic, now his greatest pleasure, besides work, was leaving the office on the dot.

As soon as he got off work, he immediately rushed home.

Qiao En, no longer working, was temporarily living a leisurely life.

Zhou Jin’an had specially created a small flower garden for her in the backyard, which had become Qiao En’s paradise.

The car drove through the gate.

Sister Rong and Auntie Jiang were in the kitchen preparing dinner, while Zhou Jin’an entered in his wheelchair, holding a large bouquet of scented lilies.

Ever since Qiao En had moved into Chu Garden, he brought her a bunch of flowers every day when he returned.

"Young Master, Young Madam is watering the flowers in the back garden!"

Sister Rong peeked out of the kitchen, smiling merrily as she quickly informed Zhou Jin’an of Qiao En’s whereabouts.

"Alright, I know, you put the flowers in water."

Zhou Jin’an handed the flowers to Sister Rong and headed toward the back garden in his wheelchair.

"The affection between Young Master and Young Madam is truly remarkable!"

Sister Rong couldn’t help but sigh.

Cheng Lu, limping in, also sighed, "Director Zhou has now become obsessed with spoiling his wife."

As a domineering CEO, all he cared about was his little cherished wife at home.

"Don’t be jealous, you might as well hurry up and find someone too," teased Sister Rong. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Cheng Lu had been single since birth and hadn’t dated at all as he grew up.

His face turned red, and he limped out, "I’m not that lucky."

Though he said this, his gaze enviously turned towards the back garden.

Qiao En was wearing rain boots, having just tidied up the weeds in the garden.

Seeing Zhou Jin’an approaching in his wheelchair, she hurriedly waved her hands to stop him.

"Don’t come over here, I’ve just watered the ground, and it’s very slippery."

But Zhou Jin’an wouldn’t listen, like a willful child, insisting on pushing his wheelchair over.

Wilfulness often comes with a price.

As expected, when the wheelchair slid over the wet ground, he uncontrollably fell from the chair.

At that critical moment, Qiao En swiftly fell to the ground, catching Zhou Jin’an with her slender body.

"Thud!"

Their foreheads collided, Qiao En winced in pain, covering her head and closing her eyes.

Zhou Jin’an was in pain too, but all he could think about was Qiao En.

"It’s all my fault, I’m sorry, let me blow on it."

He gently stroked Qiao En’s forehead, continuously blowing air on it, the warm breath tousling the fringe on her forehead, tickling her.

"Does it feel any better?"

He asked while blowing.

Qiao En’s brows were still tightly knitted, "It still hurts a lot."

"Where does it hurt? I’ll call Doctor Liu right away."

Qiao En pushed her hand against Zhou Jin’an’s chest, "You’re putting a lot of pressure on me here, and it hurts."

His tall stature, over one meter eighty, was now entirely pressing down upon Qiao En.

Zhou Jin’an then realized the ambiguity of their position.

And as he got closer to Qiao En, his body reacted involuntarily.

Underneath him, Qiao En’s cheeks flushed red; she turned her head away, not daring to look into Zhou Jin’an’s eyes.

After understanding her meaning, Zhou Jin’an’s eyes deepened.

"I can’t help it, you’re too tempting. I’m also feeling very uncomfortable, shall we go back to the bedroom?"

He hinted at something Qiao En understood.

Her face turned even redder.

"Zhou Jin’an, it’s not even dark yet, what are you thinking?"

"I’m hungry, I want to eat you," Zhou Jin’an said, pressing a light kiss on Qiao En’s red lips regardless of anything.

"Young Master, Young Madam, dinner is ready," Sister Rong appeared at the most awkward moment.

She glanced at the scene and immediately covered her eyes with her hand.

"I didn’t see anything, I saw nothing, carry on."

Inside the house, Auntie Jiang, unaware, and Qiao En heard her ask aloud, "What did you see? What’s wrong with Yayun?"

At that moment, Qiao En wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

"Zhou Jin’an!"

She growled indignantly.

Yet, Zhou Jin’an laughed victoriously like a child.

"Remember, Mrs. Xu, you are now my wife," he said.

After dinner, Zhou Jin’an couldn’t wait to return to the bedroom.

Her stomach was full, but there was still a place that felt desperately hungry.

Qiao En deliberately lingered in the kitchen to help Sister Rong clean up.

Sister Rong, who had been through it all, kept urging Qiao En to leave.

"Young Madam, you’ve been tired all day, go rest early."

"I’m not tired."

Qiao En continued to stall.

In the bedroom, Zhou Jin’an had waited until the flowers wilted, but Qiao En just wouldn’t go in.

After cleaning up the kitchen, she went to Auntie Jiang’s bedroom.

"Yayun, why haven’t you gone to rest yet?"

Auntie Jiang looked at her in surprise.

Qiao En sat down by the bed and began massaging Auntie Jiang’s legs.

"I’m not sleepy."

Auntie Jiang sighed deeply, "Yayun, you’re not young anymore. Since you’re married, you should have a child with Little Zhou soon. A woman’s life changes when she has a child."

Auntie Jiang switched on the mode of urging for a baby.

"Mom, I don’t want children right now."

Qiao En’s resistance was silent.

Auntie Jiang quickly gave her a lesson in ideology, "You might not want one, but Little Zhou does. Men feel that a home is complete only when there is a child."

About the matter of children, Qiao En had always avoided discussing it.

The shadow of the child that had left lingered in her heart.

Even in the most intimate moments with Zhou Jin’an, she would ask him to take precautions.

She feared the tragedy repeating itself.

"I’m sleepy now; I’ll go back to my room to rest."

Qiao En got up and came out of Auntie Jiang’s room.

By the time she returned to her bedroom, Zhou Jin’an was leaning against the headboard, looking out eagerly.

"I’ve waited until the flowers wilted."

He opened his arms, but Qiao En refused them.

Her mood seemed a bit downcast.

"What’s wrong?"

Zhou Jin’an put his arm around Qiao En’s shoulder and asked in a gentle voice.

Qiao En shook her head, and for some reason, ever since leaving Auntie Jiang’s room, her mind was full of the shadow of that child.

"It’s nothing; I’m sleepy, let’s rest early."

She lay down with her back to Zhou Jin’an, her body curling up into a ball.

She had something on her mind, and she was keeping it from Zhou Jin’an.

Even the closest lovers, no matter how close they are physically, always have a corner in their heart that the other can’t reach.

Qiao En wouldn’t speak of it, and Zhou Jin’an didn’t press her.

That night, her sleep was not very sound.

In fact, Zhou Jin’an didn’t sleep either.

The next day, he got up very early.

Auntie Jiang also had the habit of rising early, and when he went downstairs, Auntie Jiang was in the kitchen preparing breakfast with Sister Rong.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a moment?"

To untie the bell, the person who tied it must do it. Zhou Jin’an shared Qiao En’s abnormal behavior with Auntie Jiang.

Upon hearing it, she understood everything.

Then, she sighed heavily.

"Yayun still hasn’t moved on from that experience."

"What experience?" Zhou Jin’an asked with puzzlement.

Auntie Jiang lifted her eyelids, looking deeply at Zhou Jin’an.

"Yayun didn’t tell you, did she? She had an accident when she left Rong City. Although she was lucky to have survived, the child in her womb didn’t make it."

Auntie Jiang’s words struck Zhou Jin’an like a bolt from the blue, shattering his heart to pieces.

About that child, it had always been the untouchable topic between him and Qiao En.

"That child, I know."

He lowered his eyelids, hiding the pain in his eyes.

"Do you know that the child was yours?" Auntie Jiang said again.

Zhou Jin’an didn’t know.

His piercing eyes widened in shock, "Are you sure?"

Auntie Jiang sighed deeply in a muted tone, "Yayun, she keeps everything to herself. I don’t know how much suffering she’s endured alone!"

In this instant, Zhou Jin’an’s heart sank into a sea of anguish.

Heartache, self-blame, guilt... all surged forward in his mind.

Forcing himself up from the wheelchair, he leaned against the wall and took steps toward the bedroom.

On the big bed, Qiao En was sleeping soundly.

Zhou Jin’an couldn’t care less anymore and went forward to embrace Qiao En, his fervent kiss landing on her forehead.

"I’m sorry, it’s all my fault!"