Chapter 641: Extra Chapter 1: Just Focus on Working Hard

Jin Wuya was stunned by my words, standing frozen on the spot.

He remained stunned for a full five minutes.

During those long five minutes, I don't know what kind of heaven-and-human struggle he went through; I only watched his face undergo several changes, and I found it somewhat amusing.

I deliberately teased him: "What, are you not daring? Or unwilling?"

"No, I'm just thinking whether I can do it." Jin Wuya said candidly, "My fate is too terrible; I lack not only marital affinity but also offspring affinity. If I promise you, I must follow through—I can't give you a blank check."

Hmm, he's quite responsible.

I nodded and said, "You don't need to worry about this; just work hard. Whether there will be a harvest is my concern—I won't blame you. But you, are you afraid of being overcome by my 'Lingnan Black Widow'?"

"Who overcomes whom is still uncertain." Jin Wuya said, "I'm a worthless life; if I die, I die. But you are the sole heir of the Shi Family."

I laughed, "If I were overcome by you, the Shi Family would certainly hold you responsible; then you'd just slit your throat to follow me in death."

The joking ended.

Even before I set a trap for Jin Wuya, my grandfather had already matched our eight characters for us; our fate is 'the stronger the opponent, the stronger we become', and if we married, we would indeed suffer mutual destruction.

But precisely because of that, Jin Wuya is actually more suitable for me.

As long as we don't marry, we might actually be able to have children together.

In my grandfather's words, he can suppress me.

Jin Wuya hesitated no more, declaring firmly, "Shi Rou, I promise you: as long as I am capable, I will certainly cooperate with you, and I swear to heaven that I will never compete with you for children in the future."

After all, everyone who comes into this world wants to leave an heir for themselves.

Even with vast wealth, if one grows old without children and grandchildren surrounding one's knees, life feels meaningless.

Jin Wuya's fate lacks offspring affinity; he knows full well that even if he competed with me for children, he couldn't raise them.

He can do without children by his side, and he doesn't need them to support him in old age; he only needs his own life to continue, and then he would be content.

It must be said, Jin Wuya is truly the best choice to be the father of my child.

He even had the resolve from the start to actively 'leave the father, keep the child'.

I am very satisfied.

We hit it off immediately and established three articles of agreement.

One: No marriage, no interference in each other's family or property.

Two: If we have children, regardless of gender or number, they belong to the Shi Family and bear the Shi surname.

Three: If there is no issue within two years, the relationship breaks off, and neither party may pester the other.

This agreement was written in black and white, signed and sealed, and made legally binding.

After that night, everything seemed to return to how it was before.

I manage my family's estate, while he wanders around every corner of Lingnan; he no longer actively seeks me, nor do I seek him.

We both tacitly await an outcome.

After all, without an emotional foundation, if we succeed at once, we would save a lot of trouble later.

Unfortunately, half a month later my period arrived as scheduled.

No success.

After my period ended, I sent Jin Wuya a message: the same hotel and room number as last time, tonight at eight.

After sending the message, I only then realized my cheeks were flushed, and I felt inexplicably restless.

At seven o'clock, I entered the hotel room, took a shower, poured some red wine, sat by the bar counter swirling my wine glass, and waited patiently.

I wasn't sure whether he would come.

Last time he got drunk, but that was fine.

This time… everyone is sober; although we're all adults, it's still a bit embarrassing.

I waited and waited.

Time finally came to 7:50, yet there was still no movement at the door.

I felt a bit disappointed—is that all the courage you have?

Another ten minutes passed, and it was exactly eight o'clock.

The appointed time had arrived, yet he still hadn't appeared.

In that instant, I felt a bit put off.

This man has no guts.

I downed the red wine in my glass in one gulp, stood up to change clothes, and when I flung open the hotel room door, I bumped straight into a broad chest.

Immediately after, Jin Wuya's voice sounded above my head: "Sorry, sorry, something came up—you…"

I stepped back a pace and stared at him steadily: "Something happened?"

"Yeah, Xiao Jiu wanted me to help find something." Jin Wuya said, "This afternoon I gathered some news, rushed over, but ended up making a mistake; on the way back I was a bit late, hurrying here and there, almost missed the time."

While I ushered him in, I asked, "What does Xiao Jiu Zhanggui want you to find for her?"

Jin Wuya said, "Soul-Stabbing."

Soul-Stabbing?

"This thing used to be rare in the yin-yang trade, and now it's even scarcer." I pushed another glass of red wine toward Jin Wuya, paused, and said, "But I should be able to get a small bottle; I'll contact you when I have news."

Jin Wuya was very pleased, thanking me repeatedly.

He didn't drink the red wine, heading straight to wash up.

I changed into fresh pajamas, lay on the bed, and felt inexplicably nervous.

Not long after, the bathroom door opened, and warm, moist steam mixed with a man's strong hormonal scent surged over; I don't know if it was because I'd downed that glass of red wine too quickly, but I actually felt a bit drunk.

The lights in the room were turned off by him, leaving only a dim little toe-kick light by the corner cabinet.

My head felt hazy, and I vaguely heard him say, "You're up here."

Then, a chill came from behind me, the blanket was pulled back, he leaned over, and instantly his back became scorching hot.

Later things went quite naturally.

I discovered that we were highly compatible in every respect.

He often runs outside, has some cultivation foundation, and his physique is quite solid.

I felt… felt his physique was a bit better than last time.

At least last time his eight-pack abs weren't this pronounced.

I put a hand on it, couldn't help myself, and blurted: "Did you train specially for this?"

He hummed: "Thinking about having a kid, first you need to train your body well; second, I think you'd like it… I heard that children conceived under mutual affection are a bit smarter."

Alright, I do like it quite a bit.

I couldn't help but touch it a few more times.

When I was young, I had a passionate love affair.

That love was youthful and pure, arising from emotion and ending with propriety; every time I recall it, it feels like I'd had a dream that came to nothing.

By middle age, one no longer has that former mindset.

Transactions between adults are straightforward, with clear purpose, yet they end up sparking a different kind of fire.

Every time I sweat profusely, every time I indulge to the fullest, it lets me briefly empty myself and yet feel immensely fulfilled.

In this contradictory clash, I gradually became addicted.

It seems, the one who's addicted… isn't just me.

In the following month, one-third of the nights we spent were in this hotel's room.

From the initial embarrassment of turning on the light, to later me stepping on his shoulder with my feet, bending over to feed him red wine, our interaction… became wilder and wilder…