Married to the Infertile CEO, I Got Morning Sickness - Chapter 14
The Huo Family made a move against the Yu Family, and the Yu Family quickly went bankrupt.
Yu Tang was no longer a wealthy heiress. In order to make quick money, she became an escort.
Later, during a crackdown on prostitution, she was arrested and appeared in the news, her reputation ruined.
Chengcheng and Ningning gradually grew up.
Ningning resembled me, while Chengcheng looked more and more like Huo Yanchuan.
Old Master Huo often took out photos of Huo Yanchuan as a child and compared them with Chengcheng.
He laughed so hard he couldn’t close his mouth: “Hahaha, aren’t they carved from the same mold?”
Huo Yanchuan also noticed how much the child resembled him.
He was completely baffled.
One night, after showering, he came to my room.
“Wife, are Chengcheng and Ningning really my flesh and blood?”
I nodded.
Huo Yanchuan was overjoyed, hesitating to speak: “But we’ve never…”
Blushing, I pointed to the bathroom, making an excuse to escape: “The water’s ready, I’ll go shower first.”
Although I was mentally prepared,
I still couldn’t say it out loud, not knowing how to express it.
When I finished showering and came out, Huo Yanchuan was still there.
Moreover, he was lying on my bed, three buttons of his shirt undone: “Wife, I’m sleeping in your room tonight.”
Now that he knew I was his white moonlight, and that this marriage was something he had long planned for,
What reason did we have to sleep in separate rooms?
I climbed onto the bed and slipped under the covers.
He pulled me into his arms, inhaling my scent, “Wife, you smell so good.”
My ears turned red, but I didn’t shy away, letting him hold me.
He gradually became unsatisfied with just hugging.
He kissed me carefully, and seeing that I didn’t resist, he grew bolder.
Step by step, he conquered me.
“Wife, how did you get pregnant with the kids?”
“Let’s demonstrate again.”
“If you don’t make a sound, I’ll take it as your consent.”
I’m mute, how could I make a sound?
But Huo Yanchuan once said, if you can’t express your emotions with words, then use your body language.
I hooked my arms around his neck.
With my body language, I told him I was willing.
In a low, husky voice, he asked me, “Last time, was it when I was feverish and unconscious that you took the initiative…?”
I pressed my lips to his, not letting him continue.
My initiative was like lighting a fire in his heart.
He responded passionately.
The gentle restraint was instantly replaced by a surging possessiveness.
His kisses grew deeper and fiercer, as if he wanted to meld me into his bones and blood.
The moonlight outside the window gradually faded.
When the morning light filtered through the curtains, my whole body was limp and sore.
I didn’t even have the strength to lift my hand.
He, however, was still full of energy, already brewing the next round of indulgence.
The time he was feverish and unconscious was his first time, so the experience wasn’t great.
After this night, my perception was completely overturned, and the results of the test left me very satisfied.
Huo Yanchuan told me that even when he was feverish and unconscious, he could still feel it.
He also said he often dreamed of me.
So, he thought that time was just a dream, not knowing it had really happened.
Since then, I actively began treating my vocal cords.
The doctor gave me a treatment plan that would allow me to speak within two years.
I’m looking forward to that day.
Ever since Huo Yanchuan tasted the pleasures of intimacy, he became addicted.
Every day after I got off work at the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, I still had to work overtime with him.
At night, Huo Yanchuan would pull me into his arms: “Wife, do to me again what you did last time.”
Thinking of last time, my cheeks couldn’t help but flush.
I shook my head and gestured: “No, I’m tired from work today.”
He said considerately, “Then just lie down, I’ll massage your shoulders.”
I lay on the pillow, and he massaged my shoulders.
I felt so comfortable I was about to fall asleep.
Seeing how seriously and diligently he was massaging,
I thought, actually, I wasn’t that tired.
If I didn’t have to exert myself, it wouldn’t be impossible.
The next moment, he stopped massaging my shoulders.
He turned me over, asking in surprise, “Wife, did you just speak?”
Did I speak?
No, I didn’t.
Huo Yanchuan’s gaze deepened, as if realizing I hadn’t opened my mouth to speak.
In the darkness, the bright moonlight illuminated my face.
Huo Yanchuan deliberately teased me, exerting himself while watching my reactions.
It seemed he wanted to get a response from me.
My eyes grew misty, silent as a trapped beast, unable to make a sound, yet tears welled up in my eyes.
He paused, kissed away my tears, “What’s wrong, don’t you like it?”
No.
I like it very much.
I like it so much that I can’t help but cry.
He smiled slightly, leaned close to my ear and whispered, “Wife, I heard your heart’s voice. You said, you like it very much.”
(The End)
