Summary
Someone had drugged Jiang Chenye, a man as cold and aloof as he was self-controlled.
I knew nothing about it. I was tricked into bringing hangover soup to his room.
He thought I was up to my old tricks. This time, he showed me no mercy.
The secret I could hardly bear to speak of was laid bare again and again that night.
At dawn, Jiang Chenye asked coldly, “Can you get pregnant?”
I froze, then shook my head in embarrassment. “No.”
After a moment, I lowered my eyes and added, “Even if I did… I’d have an abortion.”