Chapter 38 Favor

Not only were her words wild, but the gleam of interest in her eyes was openly displayed—bright and unrestrained, as if she feared he might miss it.

Of course, Wen Yanli noticed it, clear as day, yet his expression and gaze remained utterly unmoved. After all, such audacious remarks from her were nothing new. “Does President Song always act this way toward men she finds appealing?”

At his words, Song Mi’s eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curving just a bit. “For Attorney Wen, I’d willingly dissolve my entire harem.”

As she spoke, she leaned forward a little, adopting a posture of initiative and closeness to show her sincerity. After a few seconds, she straightened and sat upright once more.

It was undeniably a joke, but far from meaningless.

In the depths of the man’s dark, shining eyes flashed a brief shade of emotion, gone in an instant. “President Song flatters me.”

“Eat,” he said.

After these exchanges, the atmosphere became subtly delicate—something difficult to name.

In truth, the entire situation was out of the ordinary. It was a weekday, yet she’d suddenly called, requesting to meet, without saying anything else. Still, Song Mi could sense the tension in his voice from the phone.

He’d booked the whole restaurant, timed his arrival perfectly to meet her at the entrance, and once seated, remained silent for a long while. Every detail seemed strange. She didn’t ask, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t noticed.

In fact, her insight was sharper than most, thanks to her mastery of psychology—and she was equally skilled at concealment. Yet, when it came to this man before her, she trusted him almost blindly. Whether it stemmed from their past intimacy or the string of recent coincidences that had always involved him, she couldn’t say.

More importantly, this trust not only existed—it urged her onward, coaxing her to win him over, to conquer him, to make him bow before her.

Both were people of refined upbringing, and even their approach to dining was strikingly similar—unhurried, focused.

Yet something went awry.

The problem was with Song Mi. Her stomach churned in waves, and she couldn’t suppress the urge…to vomit.

“I’m sorry…” At last, unable to hold back, she covered her mouth and bolted from her seat.

Recognizing the reaction, Wen Yanli rose as well. “Left turn after the door.”

And with it came a tension he’d never felt before.

No matter what purpose Shen Ruoming had this morning when she personally delivered the lab report, he hadn’t considered ignoring it.

Four weeks pregnant.

He had no doubt the child was his.

More than that, he knew his status meant nothing in this situation.

Would Song Mi choose to keep the child?

The thought surfaced, immediately challenging his own understanding. Child, wife—until this very moment, these words had always been just ordinary terms to him.

Now, they felt different.

Such a shift in mindset was hard to untangle, but one thing was clear: if Song Mi wished it, he wouldn’t object.

He had never before considered when he might start a marriage, let alone entertain the idea of children—it had always seemed fantastical.

…

In the restroom, Song Mi tidied herself as she looked in the mirror.

The moment she’d rushed out of the private room, she’d felt much better, and once inside, hadn’t actually vomited.

Looking closely, her complexion was a bit off. But a thin layer of powder and a sweep of blush would soon restore her flawless appearance.

Her skin had always been miraculously good, a gift from the heavens. No matter how harsh her environment, she’d wake up each day with a face as tender and pale as a freshly peeled egg.

She hadn’t expected morning sickness to begin so soon, nor for it to be so intense—truly unforeseen.

Instinctively, Song Mi’s gaze dropped from the reflection, settling on her still-flat, slender waist.

Lin Shen, now out of mortal danger, remained in ICU. That night, racing against death and managing to drag Lin Shen back from the brink had left her with a complex feeling that was now fading. She had been soft-hearted then, even entertained an absurd thought.

But it was only for that moment.

This child could not stay, Song Mi thought. She would need to arrange the surgery soon.