She had no appetite for dinner that night, but he kept attentively adding food to her plate. Strangely, it seemed he suddenly had all the time in the world, staying by her side the entire night, reluctant to leave. At night, he would often hold her, though not with any improper intentions. On the contrary, he was exceptionally gentle, merely caressing her stomach and occasionally pressing his ear against it to listen. This excessive intimacy felt ambiguous. She was uncomfortable but didn’t push him away, simply ignoring him. The silence persisted until the next morning. When she got up at her usual time, he gently held her back, whispering, "Xixi, it’s still early. Don’t rush to get up." Official source is N0v3l.Fiɾe.net She said indifferently, "I have to go to school today." He pressed her hand down, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Don’t go to school. The doctor said the baby’s condition is unstable. It’s best to have complete bed rest for the first three months. Just endure it for a bit." She finally erupted, "Mr. Wan, what is the meaning of this?" She shook off his hand, swiftly got up, opened the drawer, grabbed the pill bottle, and threw it at him. "Mr. Wan, what is this?" It was the oral contraceptive he had prepared for her. She had taken it diligently, never missing a dose. And yet, such a monumental blunder had occurred. He picked up the bottle and shook it, his expression unchanging. "A doctor I know well told me that women who take oral contraceptives long-term are prone to conditions like Polycystic Ovary Syndrome, which can lead to infertility. Xixi, I was afraid it would harm your body, so I replaced the pills inside with vitamins..." He was like a tenant. Initially, he just wanted to rent a house, live in it casually; it was someone else’s property, so it didn’t matter how he mistreated it. But later, he decided he wanted to buy the house. Then, he had to start considering its quality and its ability to retain value. He couldn’t let it fall into disrepair so quickly; he had to maintain it meticulously. She stared at him. On his face was an expression of undisguised greed. At first, he hadn’t planned to "buy the house." But every time he gazed at her flower-like beauty for too long, a covetous thought would sprout: He was her first man! How incredibly adorable would it be if this woman carried his own flesh and blood in her womb? The child would surely be shrewd and quick-witted, just like her—cunning and intelligent. Heh, how adorable. He didn’t know when this idea had first taken root. Then, he gradually began to implement it, step by step, forcing her into a desperate situation. Perhaps it had all started when she pleaded, "Mr. Wan, please let me finish university"? Subconsciously, was he afraid she would run away after graduation? But with a child to tie her down, even if she fled to the ends of the earth, where could she possibly go? She had poured her heart and soul into her studies, single-mindedly focused on the day of her liberation. Yet, unexpectedly, she had fallen into an even bigger trap. She remained silent, grabbed her bag, and left. Just as she reached the door, a pair of strong hands seized her firmly. Unable to contain her rage, she spun around and punched him in the chest. "Get lost! Get out of my way! Wan Donglin, don’t even think about it! I won’t go abroad! I will absolutely never let you have your way!" "Alright, alright, if you don’t want to go, then we won’t. We just won’t go..." She pummeled him desperately but couldn’t break free from his iron grip. She finally collapsed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Xixi, be good. The baby is already over forty days old. Just endure it for a little more than another month. Once the fetus is stable, I’ll arrange for someone to take you to school. It won’t delay anything. Besides, there aren’t many classes in these last two months anyway. You’ll still have time to collect your graduation certificate and take photos..." Everything went black before her eyes, and she collapsed weakly back onto the bed.