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rawing in another sharp gasp. She turned her head, and there was a vacant corner in the bed where he had been sleeping – he was gone!The huge bed was left with only her, it felt a little empty and a...He picked up a spoon, ladled a small bowl of soup, and brought it to her lips.

At first, she was still a little unwilling to give in. She tried reaching for food herself again, but as always, her hand was swatted away. She learned her lesson and obediently let him feed her from then on. He brought over a bowl of soup now, and she blinked, showing hesitation. It wasn't until the rim of the bowl touched her lips that she gently parted them. Then, safely, she took his hand and sipped it in small bites, until the bowl was empty.

So comfortable!

She smiled mischievously, like a cunning fox who had just succeeded. She looked up at him, guessing if he was hinting that she could relax. But the next second, he used his chopsticks to bring a dish to her lips, and she ate it. Then she thought to herself, "He probably ate his fill and then decided to be slightly merciful."

Anyway, she instantly loosened her grip on his neck, and with a slight lean, she fell into his arms. Whatever he offered, she would eat, without any thought or effort, just opening her mouth, and the food would naturally fall in. It was almost like a hungry fledgling waiting to be fed. No wonder those little birds always seemed so happy; this feeling was truly something special.

She nibbled on the dessert after her meal, savoring each bite with contentment. After finishing it all, she couldn't stomach another morsel and shook her head with a hint of regret. She reached out and clasped Rong Ling's neck. With a gentle press of her slender finger, she tilted his head down. Then, she leaned in close, squinting with a mischievous smile.

"Rong Ling, thank you!"

After that, her tender little lips pressed a hard kiss on his.

He was stunned, actually a bit confused about this woman. Four years had passed, and she didn't seem as shy anymore. Or perhaps, she just became thicker-skinned! Or maybe her resilience increased!

When in doubt, his expression remained cold, truly making him seem like a harsh and uncaring person.

She felt a little uncomfortable seeing him like that.

From the moment she first met him, to now, she felt that this man had always been like a cold, hard ice cube. Even when he was charming like a fairy or rogue-like a hooligan, one could still feel the coldness behind his words. Did she sneak away back then, hurting this man's heart!

Four years ago, naive and young, or perhaps just blinded by authority, she couldn't see clearly many things, nor could she understand them. Over these four years, as she carefully nurtured her baby to grow, she gradually became clear about many things. Four years ago, this man must have liked her a bit, right! So much indulgence, so much tolerance, with his pride, after being treated that way by her, he should have kicked her away once and for all, yet time and time again, he pulled her under his wing!

But, Rong Ling, you… still like me! Four years have passed, can you still hold onto that faint feeling of liking me!

This is an unsolved answer.

She looked at the man before her, his clenched jaw revealing a cold and unyielding demeanor. This man, compared to four years ago, was even better at concealing his emotions! Such an impenetrable wall of ice was incredibly difficult to break through. It's quite a predicament!

She pulled her hand back, then wrapped it around the man's waist, burying her head against his chest.

The man put down his chopsticks, pushed the food cart away, and leaned back languidly onto the sofa behind him. She followed suit, tilting backward as well, like a large feline, settling herself into his embrace under the blanket.

Neither of them spoke, simply leaning against each other in comfortable silence. The atmosphere was strangely tranquil, exuding a sense of peace that calmed the soul. She slowly closed her eyes, savoring this long-forgotten feeling.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through her mind. She sat up abruptly and pushed Rong Ling hurriedly.

"Have you eaten dinner yet, Youyou! Make sure your men take good care of him!"

His languid eyes suddenly turned icy cold. The warmth he just displayed seemed to be nothing more than an illusion, a mirage. Now that the magic was gone, everything had to return to its original state.

In Lin Meng's heart, Youyou was her treasure, a unique presence that no one could replace. The man before her might not belong to her, but her Youyou would always be hers, accompanying her through the long journey of life.

I have to give him a call. He’s been abroad the whole time and has never come here before. Now that we're suddenly separated for so long, I'm sure he'll be scared. I have to call him.

She muttered softly, tilting her pale face up, and staring at him with her dark, lifeless eyes, pleading. Because the person had been taken away by his men, she wanted to contact Xiaoyouyou, she had to rely on him.

He gave no response, cold and emotionless like a machine.

"Hey!" she pouted, nudging him. "I'm talking to you!"

He suddenly stretched out his hand and scooped her, along with the ground she was on, into his arms. He walked away with her in this manner. Just thinking about it with your toes would tell you what he wanted to do! She thought this man was probably crazy, wasn't he afraid of being caught and punished! Even if he had the best physical strength, he couldn't treat people like this!

"Rónglíng, I'm serious this time!" she chirped. "Yòuyòu is still a child, only four years old! As parents, you should always pay attention to your children!"

His icy gaze shot over, followed by a cold snort.

"Concerned! All the time!"

He gave her a smirk. "You've got time for that, why not focus on yourself first"

She was stunned, unable to react to what he meant. By the time he had thrown her heavily onto the bed, she was slightly blushing. What...what did this man mean! He...he wasn't a child, letting her...letting her care for him!

His tall frame suddenly pressed down on her, a big hand yanking, quickly pulling the blanket tangled around her body away. His solid body plunged down, pushing apart her legs and forcing himself between them.

She flushed, her brow furrowed as she endured silently. Though her nether regions ached, violated with such intensity; though her body was sore, barely able to bear the intimacy. But the man's smile, tinged with something akin to amusement - even if it wasn't entirely pure - somehow softened her heart when he spoke of wanting her concern.

"Rong Ling..." She reached out and hugged him, tightly clinging to his neck. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making it easier for him to enter.

If she cares about him, then shouldn't he care about her too!

"Rong Ling..." she sighed softly, murmuring as the man's increasingly intense assault continued. She whimpered and sobbed, her cries echoing like a lament...

……

"Like... I like you..."

After the intimacy ended, she lay soft against him, murmuring softly. His tall frame felt like a heavy iron weight pressing down on her, but she didn't find it too burdensome. Instead, there was a sense of comfort in it. She liked this man to hold her like this, as if he had entrusted his entire weight to her. And she liked listening to his labored breaths, which sounded rough and coarse yet held a hint of fragility.

As soon as she spoke, his body tensed up. Then with a flip, he rolled over and turned his back to her.

She crept closer, bit by bit, and from behind, she embraced him.

"Róng Líng…" she murmured, her eyes half-closed.

He didn't respond.

A trace of sadness flashed across her face as she softly asked, "Do you hate me!"

He still refused to answer.

"I like you too!" Her eyes welled up with faint tears. "I like you too, can you hate me a little less"

He remained silent.

She began to kiss his back, softly and lightly with her warm lips.

"I don't have much time..."

With a sigh, she stopped kissing and went still against his back.

Tick tock, ten minutes had passed. A surge of strength coursed through her body, allowing her to push herself up. A slight shift and her face was inches from his.

"Rong Ling, I need to make a phone call to Youyou."

She smiled at him, a faint smile with tenderness, the taste of motherhood, and only the tenderness of a mother remained. Just now, that weak display of love had vanished like Cinderella's magic at midnight, destined to fade away!

He said nothing.

She leaned in and lightly kissed his face, giggling: "Rong Ling, I'm going to call!"

Without getting angry, she simply looked at him with such a good temper. He didn't agree, so she kissed him a few times and pleaded again. If he still didn't agree, she would kiss him again and plead again. After several repetitions, finally, the man gave in.

Got out of bed, found my phone, and dialed a number.

"Get that little one over here to take the call!"

Just casually passed the phone to Lin Meng, whose eyes were already sparkling!

She eagerly took the phone, lying down on the bed and listening to the soft breaths. A smile immediately bloomed on her face. That smile was unlike any other, a gentle one that could captivate you, and...make you envious.

"Yoyo!" she called softly.

That little mouth, that tone of voice, it should have belonged to him only. He pursed his lips and sat down beside the bed, coldly staring at her.

She wasn't chilled by his icy aura, she still smiled softly and spoke softly.

There, Xiao Youyou's childish voice, laced with complaint, drifted over. Passing through Rong Ling's intentionally activated speaker, it reached the ears of the two people in the room almost clearly.

"Mommy, Youyou misses you!" little Youyou whimpered sadly. "Mommy, Youyou wants to go home."

"Well, Mommy misses you too. Mommy will pick you up tomorrow, okay"

"Oh, tomorrow! Can't you come over now! Mommy, mommy, Youyou wants to sleep with you."

"Hee hee…"

"Mommy, why can't Youyou go back! Youyou wants to be with Mommy!" The little one was angry.

Lin Meng thought for a moment and softly comforted, "Well, Mommy has something to do. Youyou be good, go to sleep early, and when you wake up tomorrow, you'll see Mommy, okay!"

“Bad!” the little boy huffed and harrumphed, his expression remarkably similar to that of his father. “Didn’t Bad Uncle make me go back! I knew he wasn't a good person! As soon as he came, Youyou had to be separated from Mommy. He’s so bad, through and through!”

Lin Meng suddenly raised her eyes and glanced at Rong Ling. Although she couldn't see anything on his cold face, she still felt a little embarrassed. Why did this man have to speak so loudly through the speaker, and openly eavesdrop on their private conversation It was really too much!

“It’s nothing to do with Uncle!” She could only lie through her teeth, trying to pacify the little one. “Mommy really has something important to do, Yoyo has to understand Mommy. Well, Mommy has also been away before because she had things to attend to and couldn't come back home. This time is the same.”

"Really" The little boy's voice sounded a little disappointed.

Lin Meng leaned over and kissed her phone, blowing a big kiss towards it. She believed that even across the phone, the little guy could hear it.

"Mommy loves Yoyo the most, Yoyo be a good girl!"

The little boy laughed out loud and then kissed her soundly.

"Mommy, Youyou will be good. Um, Mommy, you need to come pick me up early tomorrow morning, okay I want to see Mommy as soon as I open my eyes. It's so big here, and there aren't many people. It's cold and empty. Youyou doesn't want to stay here..."

Lin Meng blushed and pushed away the man who suddenly and inexplicably lay on her, a little flustered.

“Stop it!” She pushed Rong Ling’s face with her hand, silently making that mouth shape. The man ignored her, lowered his head, and slowly kissed her body, loving her, firmly catching the fullness and softness of her chest and sucking on it.

She almost let out a low hum, immediately covering her mouth. However, she still had to pay attention to talking with the little one, comforting him not to be afraid, and treating that place as their own home. Then, she also inquired with concern if the little one had eaten well, and reminded him before bed to wash his face and brush his teeth...

The man had started to stir trouble, fanning the flames on her body. She was almost unable to control her moans.

The man, red-faced and flustered, urged the little guy to go to sleep early, repeatedly assuring him that he'd pick him up tomorrow. Lin Meng hung up the phone in a hurry, looking at the black skull nestled against her abdomen, rising and falling with each breath. She felt both ashamed and furious.

"Rong Ling, I'm on the phone!" How could he be so disruptive! "Letting the child hear such nonsense, how bad is that!"

He coldly shrugged off his responsibility. "This is your business, not mine. The voice wasn't mine."

She was speechless for a moment, her face flushed red. She retorted, "If it weren't for you, I would never have ended up like this! You are the one to blame!"

"Well, then, I wouldn't feel right letting this charge go unaddressed!"

He suddenly tore her legs apart and rushed in viciously.

"You..."

His beastly behavior is simply speechless. He's energetic and extraordinary, but he should also consider if she can handle it! This kind of thing is fun, but too often can be tiring.

"You... you slow down..."

"How slow!"

He shoved forward playfully, holding himself steady. As she let out a breath of relief, he suddenly pulled back and then slammed into her with a force that drove him deep inside.

He stopped, murmuring sullenly.

"Is that so" A large hand casually pinched her full, rounded... Let me know if you'd like any other text translated!

She blushed all over, too embarrassed to fight this man here. Who knows what he’d learned in the past four years It was best she just played it safe and avoided a direct confrontation!

"Tomorrow, bring my son back to me..." she panted, speaking in broken fragments. "If I don't cause you trouble, I... I would just as well... I want to see him first thing in the morning... You can do whatever you want tonight... Tomorrow, don't touch him... It wouldn't be good if the child saw..."

"Be quiet!" he hissed, his face turning dark and menacing.

What does he want to do, and where can she point fingers!

What does it mean for a child to watch something that's not good

He can do whatever he wants, but he still has to look at the child's face!

He suddenly reached out and covered her hateful little mouth. She "mumbled" in protest, struggling slightly. He frowned, pressing down on her with force, his body dripping with sweat, wildly and intensely possessing her with every thrust of his hips.

The man was like a different person, full of energy as he tossed her around for several rounds. It was unbelievable where all that strength came from. She couldn't hold on any longer and finally passed out from exhaustion. She never woke up. Only then did the man call it quits.

She slept, her small face full of fatigue. He sat up, though tired himself, he couldn't sleep. He listened to her faint breathing, and could faintly feel her warmth. The scent of her lingered around his nose, yet he still felt distant. In his heart, it was still cold, festering with anger, resentment, hurt, pain...

She mumbled something, rolled over, and the blanket stirred, revealing two slender ankles. On her right foot, the anklet shimmered with a cold light, its tiny diamonds like stars from ancient times, resting there in lonely splendor. He narrowed his eyes, lifted the blanket, leaned forward slightly, and with long fingers, he touched the solitary anklet.

The anklet, probably because it was always in close contact with her, wasn't as cold as its appearance suggested. Instead, it had a warmth to it. For some reason, the corner of his mouth twitched upwards, sketching a faint smile. Then, his expression turned cold again, as if scolding himself, he ran his hand through his sweat-soaked black hair and glared at the anklet!

A low, barely audible whine began to rise. It wasn't loud, but in the quiet night, it was clear as day. He retracted his gaze from her ankle bracelet, pulled the blanket down, covering her two feet that were getting cold from being exposed. He got out of bed, picked up his phone and glanced at it. Then, holding the phone, he walked away from the bed, a safe distance from her, before making a call.

"Where is it!" he asked.

"Outside the door."

He immediately hung up his phone, went back to get a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. He glanced back at the big bed, confirming that the little woman was covered tightly under the blanket, with nothing showing that shouldn't be shown. Only then did he take steps toward the bedroom door.

The door creaked open, but only ajar. He blocked the entrance, showing no intention of inviting anyone in. Xiao Duan, who had been waiting outside, immediately handed Rong Ling a document. He had been Rong Ling's personal secretary for four years, and he still was.

Rong Ling opened the file and, under the illumination of the lights in the room, quickly took out what was inside. He glanced at the few pages and the summary on top was very prominent -- after examination, the probability that the two people were biological father and son is 99.9%.

Róng Lǐng's face remained utterly still, for this outcome felt entirely unsurprising to him.

"Didn't you tell anyone else about this!"

"Rest assured, Mr. Rong, I know my limits."

"Hmm."

Rong Ling nodded, putting the few thin papers back into the file bag.

"How are you, little guy!"

Xiaoduan squinted and smiled, a look of relief on her face. “The young master is fine, just like you, quiet and well-behaved.”

"Not fighting, not making a fuss! Rong Lingyang raised an eyebrow in disbelief! If that were true, then who was the one on the phone with Lin Meng before, humming and hawing, complaining, coquetting, and laughing all at once!"

"Well, well, I never expected this! Just like that, Mr. Rong, you have such a grown-up son now. If the people at home found out, they'd surely flip out. I think they'd be thrilled if you had no sons!"

Rong Ling's cold eyes flashed, and he whispered, "This matter ends here. Don't reveal a single word."

A little bit of nature is all it takes.

"He's asleep!"

"Well, I went to sleep after making a phone call and doing two sets of punches. Ah-Yi was beside me."

How's the food

"That's good, he didn't make a fuss. He ate whatever we gave him. He didn't ask any questions either. He just kept that little face of his and sat there, which was pretty funny."

Having said that, he glanced at Rong Ling, and in his heart he silently exclaimed, "It's truly amazing how inheritance works!"

Feng Ling probably knew what he was thinking, and she gave him a cold glare, warning: “Don’t reveal things you shouldn’t. Just call him by his name in the future, don't use 'Young Master' all the time. It makes things too familiar.”

"Hmm."

Rong Ling raised his hand dismissively, signaling for him to leave.

"By the way, someone came looking for Lin Meng today. Following your instructions, the receptionist said she was out and about. Those two left a note."

He said, pulling out a note from his trousers and handing it to Rong Ling.

The note had a person's name written on it and their phone number, indicating that Lin Meng should call back immediately after seeing the note.

"Have you checked it!" Rong Ling asked.

Duan Qi Teng replied with practiced ease, “The one in the paper is a young man named Ruan Chengyi, 26 years old, the eldest son of Guangda Group. The one who came with him should be his younger brother, Ruan Chenghui, 25 years old. The front desk asked about the identities of the two people who came to see Lin Meng as you instructed. Both stated that Lin Meng is their stepmother!”

Speaking of this, Duan Qiting hesitated for a moment, carefully glanced at Rong Ling's face, and continued: "The two of them were looking for her very urgently. At the time, they both looked bad, with some anger on their faces."

"Guangda Group!" Rong Ling muttered. "Is it the Guangda that lost billions overseas and is almost bankrupt"

"That's right!"

"Those two are called Lin Meng's stepmother!"

Duan Qi Teng hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Rong Ling immediately snorted and, with a wave of his hand, threw the piece of paper in his hand away.

"Just wait for me here, I'll be out in a moment after I clean up."

He slammed the door, Rong Ling returned to the bed, wishing he could strangle the woman who slept soundly, oblivious on the bed. After four years of not even bothering to ask about her, she had secretly gotten married and said something about "liking" him!

Isn't she fickle Such cheap affection!

He let out a disdainful sniff from his nose.

Some things should have been concluded four years ago, shouldn't they!

He gave her a cold glance, turned and walked into the bathroom. He struck a match and burned the paternity test document to ashes, then pressed the flush handle, sending the ashes down the drain. After a quick shower, he rummaged through the clothes scattered on the floor, putting them on. Once dressed, he walked out coldly, without looking at her again.

Leaving the room, he transformed back into Rong Ling, the calculating and ruthless strategist.

"Return the note to the front desk and then thoroughly investigate Guangda Group. Make a report on Lin Meng and those people's connections, as detailed as possible. I want to see it as soon as possible!"

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