Volume One, Chapter Two: You Dare Wish to Bear My Child? You’re Not Worthy

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The screen displayed a WeChat chat interface, showing a message from Liu Xiaohan, Song Qinian’s mother.
"Song Qinian, what exactly is going on between you and Shen Chiyan? Has he even touched you yet?"
"If worse comes to worst, you could take advantage of him when he’s drunk and climb into his bed. Remember, your only advantage is your looks and figure. You have to find a way to get pregnant with Shen Chiyan’s child—that way, he won’t divorce you."
"Even if you do end up divorced later, having a child means you can secure a hefty amount in alimony."
Song Qinian dared not look at Shen Chiyan’s expression; she lowered her eyelids, trembling in fear.
Surely Shen Chiyan must have seen the messages by now.
Every word from Liu Xiaohan seemed to prove that everything last night was her scheme.
Liu Xiaohan lacked many skills, but undermining her daughter was her specialty.
“Want to get pregnant with my child? You’re not worthy.”
A box was suddenly thrown at Song Qinian; she scrambled to catch it and looked down to see it was a pack of contraceptives.
Her heart ached sharply.
Of course—Shen Chiyan was the CEO of Dingsheng Group. He made a name for himself as a young investor in gaming companies and took over Dingsheng Group at twenty-one, growing it into a conglomerate worth hundreds of billions.
Beyond business, he was a top-tier racer in the MMCC Racing Club, an expert archer, a pilot, and a deep-sea diver—a flawless and exceptional figure admired by all.
And she, Song Qinian, was a mute with nothing to offer, utterly unworthy of him.
Her only claim was the wholehearted love she had for Shen Chiyan.
But he did not cherish it.
“Don’t even dream of getting pregnant with my child. Your whole family should give up that idea!”
Shen Chiyan’s cold, grim voice made Song Qinian’s face grow even paler.
Since marrying him, she had dreamed countless times of having a child with Shen Chiyan—whether boy or girl, surely inheriting all of his virtues.
Just the thought of a miniature Shen Chiyan could make her happy for days.
But now, it all seemed like a delusion.
With so much hatred in his heart, how could he allow her to bear his child?
Though the pack felt light in her hand, Song Qinian felt the weight of a thousand pounds.
Because one pill inside would kill any chance of a baby between her and Shen Chiyan.
Under his icy gaze, she struggled and suffered as she forced the pill into her mouth.

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The medicine was bitter, but her heart was even more so. Her nose and eyes burned with tears, and she quickly lowered her head.
Song Qinian wasn’t sure if Shen Chiyan feared she might spit out the pill halfway through; only after she swallowed did he say coldly, “Come with me to the hospital. Remember, you have no choice now—you must obey.”
Clenching her fists tightly, her heart was torn apart.
…
Lin Qiutong was staying in a private hospital, where both the environment and facilities were top-notch.
Upon arrival, Shen Chiyan went straight to Lin Qiutong’s ward, while Song Qinian was promptly taken by a waiting doctor for blood tests.
Song Qinian was especially afraid of pain, and with her slender frame and small veins, the doctor often struggled to find a vein, making every blood draw a terrifying ordeal.
The doctor was rough, causing Song Qinian to break out in cold sweat from the pain.
Seeing this, the doctor’s eyes flashed with disdain, sneering sarcastically, “Tsk tsk! Miss Song is truly pampered! Getting a little blood drawn hurts this much? Just think about how miserable Miss Lin became a vegetative patient because of your despicable father!”
Doctors in private hospitals treated patients differently based on their status. They knew Lin Qiutong’s tragic story and also knew Shen Chiyan did not care for his wife, Song Qinian.
So each time they saw Song Qinian, their expressions were filled with mockery.
Sometimes, under the pretense of not finding a vein, they would poke her multiple times.
Facing these people and being mute, plus Shen Chiyan’s indifference, Song Qinian endured everything silently.
After the blood draw, Song Qinian went to Lin Qiutong’s ward.
Shen Chiyan never allowed her inside; she could only peek through the door crack and saw him sitting by the bedside, his gaze tender and focused on Lin Qiutong.
Shen Chiyan… must truly love Lin Qiutong deeply.
In the three years of marriage, he had spent more time at the hospital with Lin Qiutong than with Song Qinian, his wife.
If not for the days she donated blood to Lin Qiutong, Shen Chiyan might never have come home at all.
No matter what she did, Shen Chiyan never showed her a kind face.
It was as if her sole purpose was to donate blood for Lin Qiutong and to atone for sins.
A sharp pain filled her chest.
She felt jealous of Lin Qiutong, yet deeply envious as well.
The quiet ward was filled only with the soft beeping of medical machines.
Lin Qiutong’s face was pale as paper, as if asleep.
She used to be a little sun—full of energy every day, never knowing fatigue, bringing joy and laughter to everyone.

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But because of Song Guanliang lying in this bed, it had been three years.
Shen Chiyan hated Song Guanliang and Song Qinian, but more than anything, he felt guilt and regret.
If it weren’t for him, Lin Qiutong might never have been hurt.
In his hand was a whistle made of pure gold, engraved with the letters “Y&Q.”
Actually, on the day Lin Qiutong had her accident, Shen Chiyan was also in a car crash. When he woke up, he was still clutching this whistle.
Why he had a whistle, why he was at the Bund, he could not remember at all.
He only recalled that he seemed to be looking for someone very important and had something very important to do.
He asked those around him, and everyone said there was no other woman during that time—only Lin Qiutong.
They had grown up together as childhood sweethearts, with a deep bond.
That day, he had arranged to meet Lin Qiutong at the Bund, intending to confess his love, but neither of them expected both would be injured.
The "Y&Q" on the whistle represented Shen Chiyan and Lin Qiutong respectively.
Yet he still did not understand why he had given Lin Qiutong such a whistle as a gift.
Did this whistle hold some special meaning?
“Knock, knock, knock…”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and a doctor came in.
“Mr. Shen, the blood has been drawn. Miss Song’s health is poor and she has some anemia. It’s best for her to take supplements and exercise more—this will improve her blood quality.”
Shen Chiyan was handsome, with an imposing aura; everyone who saw him was captivated.
The doctor’s heart raced, her cheeks flushing as she looked at his breathtakingly handsome face.
“Where is she?”
“She’s… already left, and she even threw quite a tantrum during the blood draw this time.”
Hearing this, Shen Chiyan frowned deeply.
Then, he cast a long, profound glance at Lin Qiutong. “When will Qiutong wake up?”