Old Lovers Reunite

A lone female figure sat on the couch. The veil covering her face made it hard to read her expression, but the woman's forward and confident body language told people that she was not scared. This room belonged to the owner of this palace, and she was summoned here for an unknown reason. However, she prepared to face anything that might come her way.

Bang!

The woman didn't flinch at the loud door suddenly opening as if she had expected this reaction.

King Tiangong rushed into the room with haste.

"Don't come in."

The aids following him bowed and closed the door.

King Tiangong saw the woman sitting motionless on the couch and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He didn't know what to think, but his emotions were in a frenzy and he was unsettled. He didn't drink much earlier, but he seemed drunk.

The woman got up and bowed.

"Good evening, Your Majesty."

Her voice was soft but clear, like spring water flowing from the mountain ice caps during the warm season.

He walked over to the woman, and without saying anything, he ripped off the thin veil.

The woman was not surprised in the least.

It was like an arrow was piercing through King Tiangong's restless heart. He could feel his whole body almost shaking from shock.

The woman did not make a sound and glared into the intense eyes that seemed to suck her whole. She could hear the heartbeat vibrating in her bones.

In a flash, King Tiangong pulled her over and kissed her cherry-stained lips.

She did not struggle and proceeded according to his forceful action.

The temperature rose, and there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the room from the sound of kissing.

King Tiangong stopped when he felt the woman was almost out of breath. He placed his hands on either side of her face, and his forehead touched her forehead. There was so much breathing that they could taste each other through their breaths.

"Am I dreaming?" he asked with quivering lips.

The woman looked into the eyes glued to hers and shook her head no. King Tiangong smiled and kissed her again. After a while, he carried her to the bed while their lips still stuck to each other. He moved to her neck and started placing kiss marks on her fair skin, causing the woman to moan because she hadn't felt like this in ages.

King Tiangong pried open the woman's clothes, and she did the same thing. She had already detached his belt and begun touching the hardness she caused.

King Tiangong groaned and sucked on the hard nipples he had dreamed of relishing all these years. Her scent and her suppleness were still the same as many moons ago. It was as if she had never left.

In the heat of the moment, he rushed into the wet opening below that welcomed him like before.

They both groaned in satisfaction from the penetration. The woman wrapped her legs tightly around his waist while he rammed into her, occupying her with an energy he had kept bottled inside for a long time.

The passion persisted until the woman couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed heavily while King Tiangong came inside her with loads of buildup from years of abstaining.

"Honey, don't leave me again," he whispered while hugging the woman in his bare chest.

The woman did not respond. Her face was as solemn as the moon.

"I love you," King Tiangong whispered again, kissing her forehead.

It was five in the morning, and the King was still sleeping. The woman had not slept the whole night because she had been thinking about many things.

She carefully got out of the arms that held tightly onto her. She began to wear her clothes, which got tossed to the floor in the heat of the moment. Once finished, she looked at the man on the bed and thought about how time had braced him well because he still looked as dashing as when they were younger. One different thing was the maturity that he had obtained as the years passed. He was indeed the King. But she didn't need the King. She needed someone who could love her openly and righteously.

The woman took one last glance at the deeply asleep man and quietly went out of the room.

King Tiangong woke up when the sun shone brightly through the curtains. He moved his hands to look for the woman in his embrace all night but felt a space beside him.

He bolted up like lightning and looked around the room.

She was gone!

His woman came back, and she was not dead like everyone tried to convince him.

And now that she was back on her own accord, he didn't plan to let her go again or let her deceive him.

"Get some men to locate her whereabouts in secret."

His assistant, who had come into the room upon his request, bowed and went out after receiving orders.

At a pier:

The red sunrise was beautiful, but the man looking at it had no time to appreciate its magnificence because he had other things on his mind. They had a plan to implement, but everything changed due to the incident that happened last night. He gave her time to prepare as they had discussed, but her life was now at high risk. So now, he must take her away. She would be sad and heartbroken to depart because everything she loved was here: that man and her baby.

"Boss, our team is ready."

The man heard his subordinate and rested his hand behind his back, signaling to them to execute the plan.

"Let's go."

His voice was stern when he spoke back because he had made up his mind despite knowing that she would retaliate later.

In the Royal Hospital:

The ward was so quiet that a pin could sound like a metal pipe when dropped onto the floor. The machine was beeping steadily every few seconds to indicate that the woman on the bed was still alive. Fresh flowers on the table showed that she was precious to many people.

Her face was blemish-free and delicately flawless as milk. However, her face was pale to the point that she looked unhealthy. She had just gotten out of a near-death experience early this morning. Many people would consider that she was lucky to have survived heavy bleeding during surgery to extract the baby from her womb. And they were glad that nothing happened. But there were always some few in between that hoped otherwise.

"Why didn't you die, you bitch?"

The question, filled with hostility, was followed by a disdainful sneer.

Wanyue stood beside the hospital bed looking at Yanyue and wished she could strangle the woman or deprive her of air by using a pillow to block her airways. But security was outside the door, so she had to restrain herself.

But it was alright because she planned to get rid of this woman forever. Sam already had everything ready. Once Yanyue died, then she could marry Beichen. He temporarily got bewitched by her, but Wanyue knew that he hated the woman because her mother was the one who caused his mother to commit suicide.

Wanyue placed the chrysanthemum bouquet on the table full of sunflowers and marigolds and put on her sunglasses before leaving the ward.

Unknown to the person who left, the woman on the bed had just been awake for the first time since she was admitted and heard everything.

Yanyue looked at her stomach and panicked because it was flat. She was about to get up, but Yanfeng came just in time to stop her.

"Lulu, you're up!"

He hurried over and helped Yanyue. "Don't get out yet. You are still not healed!"

"My baby...Where is my baby?" Yanyue asked hoarsely. It was hard to speak because her throat was dry, and she coughed after asking the question.

"He's alright. But he is weak, so the nurse put him in the intensive care unit for babies. You can see him after you have the strength, okay?"

Yanyue didn't care and tried to get up again.

"I need to see him," she said weakly, catching her breath.

"Lulu," Yanfeng grumbled.

"If you don't want to help me, please move out of the way," Yanyue said. Her feet were already off the bed, and she was ready to get down. But the incision from the surgery was still painful, and she felt the burn when she got up. However, this was not enough to deter her from seeing her baby.

Yanfeng didn't know what to do because he knew that she was stubborn.

"Alright, I'll take you to see the baby! But let me call the nurse for a wheelchair."

He was irritated with Yanyue for not caring about her body, but he could not do anything other than support her.

Yanyue knew she couldn't walk yet and waited for the wheelchair, which didn't take long to arrive. Yanfeng helped her get into the wheelchair and pushed her to the neonatal intensive care unit.

There were many babies, but Yanyue could tell which one was hers with one glance.

It was the tiniest baby at the end of the row. Sparks flew the moment she landed her eyes on him.

"My baby..." Yanyue couldn't help but tear up quietly. "Mommy is sorry for not protecting you well."

Yanfeng was shedding tears along with Yanyue. He couldn't help but hate himself for being unable to soothe the pain she was experiencing.

"Mommy loves you very much," Yanyue whispered again to the baby. Even though the baby couldn't hear her, he started to cry as if he understood her. The nurse in the ward went over to pick him up.

Yanyue looked at the nurse coaxing the baby until he stopped crying. Only God knew how she felt at this moment. She couldn't hold her baby and had to watch other people coax her baby for her. It was a devastating feeling that was eating her alive.

After staying in front of the ward for a long time, Yanfeng pushed Yanyue back to her room because she needed to rest.

Seeing the baby gave Yanyue strength. She wanted to get better soon so that she could hold her baby. She forced herself to eat and drink even though she had no appetite.

Yanfeng was feeding her when Beichen came in.

He was irritated when he saw the intimate scene.

The pair saw him but did not greet or acknowledge him, so they continued eating. Beichen had never been purposely dismissed like this and was unhappy, mainly because Yanyue was shunning him.

Yanfeng's phone rang, and he picked it up because it was his assistant calling. His expression was dim after the call.

"Lulu, I have to go. There is an issue with the company," Yanfeng said dejectedly.

Yanyue smiled sickly and said: "Don't worry about me. Let me know how things are later."

"I'll call the nurse to help you eat," Yanfeng suggested.

Yanyue shook her head. "I will be fine. Now go before you get in trouble."

"I will come to visit again once I am done." Then, Yanfeng set the spoon and food on the over-bed table and hurried out of the ward. The room was quiet, but Yanyue did not intend to greet Beichen.

She mustered her strength to pick up the spoon, but her hand was shaking so much that the spoon fell back onto the table again. She tried to pick it up again but struggled more this time.

She attempted again for the third time, but a hand had already grabbed the spoon.

Beichen sat on the chair and tried to scoop the chicken noodle soup to feed Yanyue.

In her mind, Beichen was not kind, and he would never lower himself to feed anyone, especially her.

But what was this?

Yanyue wasn't pretentious and accepted the help to regain her strength. Beichen brought the food to her mouth, and she took the food in and began chewing. The atmosphere was awkward, but she could only bite that feeling back and continued eating.