Chapter 2: I Won't Be Your Breeding Machine

The atmosphere in the hospital room dropped to freezing point.

Wen Wanzhi looked at Bao Yancheng with red-rimmed eyes, silently clutching the edge of the blanket.

Ye Yazhou turned around and saw the newcomer, his face changing instantaneously, as he positioned himself protectively in front of the hospital bed.

"What are you doing here?"

Bao Yancheng didn't deign to speak, just swept a piercing glance over him.

Taken aback, Ye Yazhou didn't move an inch.

Wen Wanzhi knew that Bao Yancheng had powerful means at his disposal in Beijing; she didn't want to drag Ye Yazhou into trouble.

She reached out and gently patted Ye Yazhou. "It's okay, I'll talk to him."

Bao Yancheng watched the woman's hand rest on the man's back; his expression grew even colder, his jawline taut with displeasure.

He shouldn't have had the slightest soft spot for this woman!

She had been so desperate not to divorce before, but now she had let go so easily.

No wonder she had been in such a hurry to induce a miscarriage—to think she had found a new love!

The air in the room was stiff, and Dr. Chen came in.

Taking a step back, he called Ye Yazhou out.

"Family member Mr. Ye, come here, there are some documents that need to be supplemented."

Family member?

Bao Yancheng laughed in anger.

He and Wen Wanzhi weren't divorced yet!

Ye Yazhou glanced at Wen Wanzhi, no longer insisting, brushing past Bao Yancheng at the door.

With the door closed, the room returned to silence.

Wen Wanzhi felt desolate at heart, no longer in the mood to defend herself.

"Bao Yancheng, let's divorce."

The man's expression was cold and stern, his eyes fell on Wen Wanzhi's belly; on his indifferent and aristocratic face was an undeniable ferocity.

Wen Wanzhi struggled to sit up straight, taking out the pre-prepared divorce agreement.

Simple movements made her face turn white with pain, and large beads of sweat dripped down her delicate chin into her neckline.

Bao Yancheng looked on indifferently, arms crossed, unmoved.

Wen Wanzhi handed over the document she'd prepared.

"This is the divorce agreement. Once I'm discharged from the hospital, we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the procedures."

At that moment, she no longer cared about many things.

Bao Yancheng took the agreement, his gaze cold as he glanced at Wen Wanzhi.

His long fingers flipped through it faster and faster until he finally snapped it back into Wen Wanzhi's hands, his tone laced with scorn.

"You want to take back the Wen Family's property?"

Wen Wanzhi lifted her head, defiantly meeting the man's gaze.

"I'm just taking back what originally belongs to me."

Hate, scorn, jealousy, and things she couldn't understand flickered in those dark eyes.

Bao Yancheng strode forward, his tall figure looming, casting a shadow over the frail and petite figure on the hospital bed.

"It was the Bao Family that paid off the huge debts for the Wen Family. There's no longer such thing as the Wen Family. Wen Wanzhi, you started out with nothing."

His words pierced deeply into Wen Wanzhi, and her slender shoulders trembled slightly.

Indeed, she now had nothing.

Watching the woman's fluctuating emotions, Bao Yancheng showed a hint of a playful smile.

His hands clasped together, unconsciously rubbing the ring on his finger.

"So you aborted the child, agreed to the divorce, all for him?"

Wen Wanzhi raised her head and chuckled sarcastically.

"I'm afraid President Bao wouldn't believe me even if I said it wasn't so."

Rage swirled in Bao Yancheng's eyes.

His long finger reached out, pinching Wen Wanzhi's delicate chin so hard that it made her grunt in pain.

"Don't forget, there's still an account I haven't settled with you."

Wen Wanzhi struggled, unable to free herself from the man's iron grip.

Her abdomen twisted in pain, and she defiantly looked up at Bao Yancheng, gritting her teeth as she spoke.

"The accident that happened to Yiran wasn't my doing."

Bao Yancheng's gaze turned icy as he tightened his grip, his voice growing even colder.

"The matter has been settled, yet you still won't admit it. Because of you, Yiran can never dance again and has also lost the ability to have children. If she hadn't insisted on not pursuing the matter, you should be in prison by now!"

Wen Wanzhi felt cold from head to toe, a wave of palpitations struck her, and she couldn't help but cough a few times.

Ah, no wonder Bao Yancheng was so keen on her leaving the child.

It was simply because his new love, Xiang Yiran, was now infertile!

She knew how much Bao Yancheng wanted children.

During their countless moments of intense intimacy, the man with his deep, hoarse voice had whispered enticingly into her ear, "Wanzhi, let's have a child, okay."

But at the time, Wen Wanzhi had been unwilling.

She hadn't graduated yet, then she had her own job and career.

Bao Yancheng respected her wishes and didn't bring it up again.

A few months ago, she had let go of her last shred of dignity and crawled into Bao Yancheng's bed.

Yes, she actually tried to use this child as a last-ditch effort to save their fragmented marriage.

Looking back now, it was pathetic and ridiculous.

"Bao Yancheng, you always believe only what you see. But in your life, haven't you ever made a mistake?"

The man withdrew his hand, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped the fingers that had touched Wen Wanzhi.

"You are the biggest mistake of my life."

Wen Wanzhi nearly bit her pale lips till they bled.

In an attempt to salvage the marriage, she'd resorted to crying, making scenes, and threatening suicide—all tactics she once scorned.

The Bao Yancheng who used to be infinitely gentle had now become an eternal block of ice that would never melt.

"Bao Yancheng, can't we just part amicably?"

Bao Yancheng looked at the woman on the hospital bed, pale and frail, as if she would dissipate in the wind.

A sense of annoyance rose within him for no reason.

Bao Yancheng paced a few steps in the sickroom, his expression growing uglier, his jaw clenched.

"Wen Wanzhi, now that it has come to this, I'll tell you. The one who killed my mother was none other than your mother, Wen Jin! I've already obtained the evidence. Do you still think there's any point in parting amicably between us?"

Wen Wanzhi sat up abruptly, as if struck by lightning.

Then her face turned white with the sharp pain in her abdomen.

"Impossible..."

Her mother and Aunt Fang were close friends; how could she have harmed Aunt Fang's life!

Bao Yancheng sneered, as if he had anticipated Wen Wanzhi's reaction.

His narrow black eyes twinkled, and the coldness in them permeated through Wen Wanzhi's entire body.

"You can have the divorce, but leave empty-handed. I won't give you a cent unless..."

Bao Yancheng took a few steps back, one hand in his suit pocket, looking down from above at the woman on the bed.

"Unless you bear another child for me. I'll make sure you are satisfied with the money."

Wen Wanzhi hadn't yet recovered from her shock, tears swirling in her eyes.

She was engulfed by a tremendous sense of humiliation.

She grabbed the divorce agreement and violently threw it at Bao Yancheng!

The man stood motionless, the pages scattering all over.

Just like their love, which was in shambles.

Wen Wanzhi held back her tears, her voice trembling involuntarily.

"The whole of Beijing is full of women who want to bear children for the Bao Family. I refuse to be your breeding machine."

Bao Yancheng watched the fluttering pages with a cold gaze.

The woman's breakdown actually gave him a twinge of pleasure.

His face was terrifyingly dark, and the sneer on his lips stung Wen Wanzhi's eyes.

"Don't forget, Mr. Wen lying in the nursing home is still being cared for with the Bao Family's money!"

Wen Wanzhi felt a pang of panic, her eyes reddening with urgency.

"Don't you dare touch my grandfather!"

The man in front of her knew her weaknesses all too well.

A year ago, her grandfather had developed Alzheimer's disease, his condition was unstable, and he had been in Beijing's best nursing home under close care.

The cost was nearly two hundred thousand a month!

Bao Yancheng looked towards Wen Wanzhi's deflated abdomen, his eyes full of implication.

"If you want me to keep paying that money, you know what to do."