"Oh—"

Ye Huanyan, who was in her sleep, suddenly cried out.

The man who was supposed to sleep beside her had woken up at some point.

He got out of bed and walked lazily toward the bathroom.

"Take care of the aftermath. Don't make love with my grandma when you are pregnant. I don't like this."

After the crisp sound of closing the door, the sound of running water came from the bathroom, completely isolating Ling Han's voice.

Ye Huanyan opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling above her head. As the blush on her face faded away little by little, a touch of paleness appeared.

Huh... have you finished dealing with the aftermath?

She laughed at herself, as if she had gotten used to the man's tone.

Yes, he hated her to the core. How could he let her be pregnant with his child?

...

When Ye Huanyan woke up again, the sky was already bright, and the empty place beside her was ice-cold.

She dragged her aching body and simply washed her body. She tied up her messy hair, put on a royal blue dress, and applied a little powder on the bruises on her neck.

Downstairs, several servants were standing around the dining table to serve. Ling Han leaned on the main chair as if he had no bones. He raised the knife and fork in his hand, looking elegant and noble.

Noticing that she was standing at the top of the stairs, he paused and said casually, "Grandma called me just now and asked me to take you back to the old house on Saturday."

As he spoke, he cut another piece of steak and put it into his mouth.

"Back to... the old house?" Ye Huanyan was a little hesitant. She walked slowly down the last step, and her palm-sized face was full of entanglement. "Grandma, does she have something important to say?"

Otherwise, how could he have asked them to go back for no reason?

However, these words became more and more ear-piercing in his ears, and his eyes darkened unconsciously. With a "clang", the knife and fork collided with the bowl, making a crisp sound.