Chapter 131: Nan Gong Yu's Heart Aches for the Child?

Qin Zi Mo's throat churned, and he didn't dare to say even a single word.

Li Peilan and Qin Da Hai fell silent as well.

Waiting for complete silence.

Nan Gong Yu finally spoke, "You want to take back eighty‑nine million? Even if it's a breakup fee, saying that would only invite ridicule. Being this poor, how can you still have the face to talk about love?"

Nan Gong Yu looked at Qin Zi Mo; though his expression was neutral and his words calm, his sarcasm was fully loaded.

Qin Zi Mo immediately stumbled over his words.

He actually… was at a loss for what to say.

Li Peilan gathered courage, biting the back of her teeth, and whispered, "Eighty‑nine million is pocket change for you, but for us… it's all blood‑sweat money."

Nan Gong Yu responded with, "Heh."

Qin Zi Mo's face flushed red, and he was utterly embarrassed.

A contest between men is nothing but a battle of money and power; he could not match Nan Gong Yu in any way.

Simply… far beyond his reach.

But those two elders hadn't expected this turn.

Eighty‑nine million is far too important to them.

Qin Da Hai echoed, "Yes. They… have already broken up. The house was reclaimed, and this money should go to my son. Otherwise… that explanation won't hold."

Li Peilan nodded desperately.

Since this Bieshu can't be kept, we must definitely get the money back!

She regretted it to death, having given all the money to Song Huan Yan back then to flatter her.

Who could have known that the shameless prostitute Song Huan Yan would suddenly turn around and marry someone!

Of course we must repay the money!

It must be repaid!

Nan Gong Yu looked at Qin Zi Mo and said only two words, "Is that so?"

Qin Zi Mo still couldn't answer a single word.

He was crushed by the man's aura, unable to catch his breath.

Song Huan Yan stayed silent, and Nan Gong Yu knew she didn't intend to repay.

He looked at Qin Zi Mo and said bluntly, "You have no money yet still have the face to talk about love? My lady has been Kyoto's Top Beauty since she was a child, born of a top‑tier wealthy family, gave up a socially matched marriage alliance, and spent years of her youth with you. She lifted you to the clouds, and only then did you… acquire this eighty‑nine million and a Best Actor title. In Kyoto you're barely considered a respectable person. Are you sure… you want her to give it back to you?"

The current spouse saying that to the ex is truly a myriad of humiliations.

Qin Zi Mo was left utterly embarrassed by the words.

He could have originally retorted to Song Huan Yan, but hearing the exact same words from Nan Gong Yu, he truly couldn't counter.

Seeing his cowardice, Nan Gong Yu sneered, "Short‑sighted. What's the matter? Don't want to make a living in Kyoto anymore?"

Those two sentences jolted Qin Zi Mo awake.

Indeed, he still has to rely on Song Huan Yan…

He was also momentarily carried away by emotion, losing his sense of proportion.

He only thought about the Bieshu being reclaimed and felt he should retrieve his own savings.

But he momentarily forgot that he still has to keep getting by in the days ahead.

Realizing this, Qin Zi Mo immediately said, "Then I don't want the money."

Li Peilan started shouting again, "Son… how could you…"

"Shut up!" Qin Zi Mo cut her off.

Qin Da Hai also pulled her.

Li Peilan only then realized what was happening.

Nan Gong Yu, too lazy to linger another second, turned his gaze to Song Huan Yan and said, "Madam, it's time to go home."

Song Huan Yan nodded.

The two stood up.

Nan Gong Yu said, "Zhang Feng, leave a few people here to assist with the reclamation."

"Yes." Meng Changfeng bowed his head.

They returned to Yu Yuan and ate.

Nan Gong Yu then pulled Song Huan Yan to go take a bath together.

They had just… when it came to that, Song Huan Yan couldn't be so open right away; she blushed instantly and pushed, "You… go first."

She remembered she hadn't taken her medicine yet.

She let him go first to the bath and took the medicine herself.

Seeing her flushed crimson, Nan Gong Yu felt a fire ignite within himself.

He was a bit out of control.

"Fine, I'll go first." Nan Gong Yu, as always, never forced her to do anything.

When he went to the washroom, Song Huan Yan took out emergency medicine from her bag.

She read the instructions carefully, put the medicine back into the bag, and then got up to fetch water.

After she filled the cup and walked to the bedside, she froze.

Nan Gong Yu, having appeared at an unknown moment, was sitting on the bed, looking at the medicine box.

Song Huan Yan: "....."

When she arrived, Nan Gong Yu looked at her with a cool gaze, saying nothing.

Song Huan Yan froze, stepped forward, placed the water cup on the nightstand, and softly explained, "You said to wait two more years before having a child… I'm afraid that if luck is too good and you have one all at once, then… it gets rather tangled."

If we have it, with their material foundation they certainly can't say no.

But taking it would naturally set back some plans.

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "You're right. It's just that this medicine is bad for the body."

After speaking, he reached out, pulled her into his arms, let her sit on his lap, embraced her, and said, "Just this once. After that I'll use a condom."

Song Huan Yan nodded, her face turning red.

But Nan Gong Yu didn't let go of her; instead he suddenly asked, "Is there no medicine for men to take?"

Song Huan Yan: "……"

His voice seemed rather depressed.

Song Huan Yan said, "It's fine, just once; it won't affect the body."

Nan Gong Yu gave a soft "Hmm", yet still didn't release his grip, quietly holding her as if quite attached.

Song Huan Yan, of course, wasn't in a hurry to take the medicine, so she stayed still, letting him hold her, enjoying the warmth between them.

A moment later, Nan Gong Yu suddenly said, "Baby…"

Song Huan Yan was startled, then felt her heartbeat inexplicably quicken.

He…

Has never called her so affectionately before.

Song Huan Yan blushed again; she didn't expect him to call her "baby", and it gave her a different feeling.

She was about to answer with a "mm", but Nan Gong Yu suddenly sighed, placed his hand on her flat lower abdomen, and said, "Sorry, we'll have to wait two more years to meet you."

Song Huan Yan: "........"

What a guy, after all that he still didn't call her.

She just said it, how could he call her in such cheesy way.

Song Huan Yan fell silent.

Nan Gong Yu was a bit depressed; for some reason, he kept feeling that taking this medicine was like preventing a child from arriving…

"Are you still going to take a shower?" Song Huan Yan asked.

Nan Gong Yu tucked away his gloom, nodded, patted her lower back, and said, "Go."

Song Huan Yan stood up.

Nan Gong Yu also stood, suddenly clasped the back of her head, and leaned down to kiss her.

After the kiss, he said, "I'll go wash first."

Song Huan Yan nodded.

Nan Gong Yu lifted his foot and headed to the wash area.

Originally, he should have given Song Huan Yan the medicine.

But even watching her take the medicine made his heart ache.

His child… just like that… can't come.

So he simply took a shower.

Song Huan Yan, after taking the medicine, also entered the wash area.

When she finished getting ready, Nan Gong Yu was already sitting on the bed, having read a book for a while.

Seeing her walk to the edge, Nan Gong Yu set the book down and extended his hand to her.

Song Huan Yan had just gotten onto the bed when the man forcefully overpowered her.

The feeling, oddly enough, was strange.

In work and in the business world, he is calm, rational, and his self‑control is outstanding.

But in this matter, he is completely… out of control.

Her warm, fragrant, tender body makes every cell in his blood scream wildly.

He kissed her deeply, lifted her hand and pressed it over his head.

Nan Gong Yu grew even more impatient.

Song Huan Yan watched his wildly uncontrolled demeanor, unsure what she felt inside.

It seemed, there was a slight flutter.

But suddenly a phone ringtone shattered the impending storm.

Nan Gong Yu paused.

Song Huan Yan came to herself; it was her phone.

Song Huan Yan reached for the phone, but Nan Gong Yu, his throat tight, said, "Don't answer."

Song Huan Yan said, "I'll see who it is."

Song Huan Yan took the phone, "Your second brother."

Nan Gong Yu kissed her, "Don't answer, be good."

After speaking, he freed a hand and turned the phone off.

On the other end, Nan Gong Jue furrowed his brows.

How is it still off?

It can't be out of battery, right?

Never mind, Song Huan Yan will probably call him back later.

At this moment, Nan Gong Jue is in Imperial Court No. 1 Bieshu.

Yes, the very set that was given to Qiao An back then.

He is drinking, and has had quite a lot.

He also doesn't know how he feels.

Anger, hatred—those are certainly there, and even the desire to ruin heaven and earth.

But he also feels especially pathetic, especially laughable, with an indescribable sorrow.

So, he wants to call Song Huan Yan to chat.

But Nan Gong Jue hadn't expected that this waiting would end up taking over an hour.

When Song Huan Yan called, he was already half‑drunk.

He was the first to say, "Sister‑in‑law, what are you doing? Why is the phone still off? Is the battery dead?"

Song Huan Yan, blushing, followed his words, "Hmm, it's out of battery."

Nan Gong Jue was startled for a moment, feeling that Song Huan Yan's voice sounded odd.

The usual coolness was gone, replaced by a softer tone.

But Song Huan Yan has never been a soft girl.

Nan Gong Jue said, "Elder Sister‑in‑law, why does your voice sound strange? Haven't you had dinner? On a diet?"

Could it be that you're hungry?

Hearing that, Song Huan Yan hurriedly cleared her throat, regaining her usual coolness, and changed the subject, "Did you call me for something?"

"Hmm." Nan Gong Jue's voice grew a bit heavier, and he said, "I want to ask you. Back then, when you faced betrayal, how did you manage to move on so quickly?"

Song Huan Yan: "...."

Asking this late at night shows it really hurt a lot.

Song Huan Yan understood quite well; after all, Nan Gong Jue must be a Love Brain.

In fact, a Love Brain is just someone who is very emotional and places great importance on feelings.

Thinking it over, Song Huan Yan said in her cool voice, "If you're still stuck in the stage of being sad, sad that the person you liked turned into a demon, that's because what you've heard and seen isn't enough. Wait a moment, I'll send you something else. After you read it, I think you won't be sad about that person any more."

Hearing that, Nan Gong Jue, who had been half‑drunk and lying on the sofa, suddenly sat up, "Do you have more?"

Song Huan Yan: "Of course, plenty. Whatever you want, I have it, everything you could need."

Nan Gong Jue was shocked, "How did you collect so many?"

Song Huan Yan said, "Otherwise, why would you think my Bieshu would kindly let him stay for over a month?"

Now the evidence in her hand is enough to make that family and Qiao An Chui's whole life impossible to clear.

So she reclaimed it.

"I see." Nan Gong Jue inhaled deeply, "You… are truly impressive."

Song Huan Yan was pulled into Nan Gong Yu's arms, yet she kept talking to Nan Gong Jue, "Actually I understand you. Have you ever thought that you're grieving for yourself, not because of anyone else?"

Just like back then… after the birthday banquet, she went home to shower and finally burst into loud sobs.

She cried for a long time, drying up all her tears.

She was only crying for herself.

Not crying over others' departure or betrayal.

Just feeling heartache for her own effort and the sincere, genuine feelings of that earnest heart, that's all.

Nan Gong Jue seemed to have never heard such a statement or philosophy, and said, "Is… that so?"