Not Apologizing Even If I Die!

Lu Nanxin was taken aback when Wen Zhanyan forcefully pushed her away. "Lu Nanxin, get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Wen Zhanyan shouted word by word. His emotions seemed to burst out in an instant and he could no longer hold it in.

"What's going on?" At that moment, Wen Jin's voice, filled with gloom, came through.

Soon, Wen Jin entered Wen Zhanyan's room and saw the milk spilled all over the floor. The glass of milk had fallen to the ground. Lu Nanxin had traces of milk being spilled on her body, and now she was lying on the ground in a sorry state.

Wen Zhanyan stood there with his fists clenched tightly. He glared at Lu Nanxin with hatred in his eyes, wishing that he could kill Lu Nanxin.

When Lu Nanxin saw Wen Jin enter, she was also stunned for a moment.

But in the next second, Lu Nanxin looked at Wen Jin with an aggrieved expression, but her tone was coaxing Wen Jin.

"It's nothing. Don't be angry," Lu Nanxin said as she approached Wen Jin and stuck close to him.

Wen Zhanyan did not say a word and just stood there.

"I thought it was getting late and you hadn't returned yet, so I brought the milk to Zhanyan first. Perhaps the temperature I brewed it at didn't meet his requirements, so he didn't drink it," Lu Nanxin explained.

Between the lines, it seemed like Lu Nanxin was speaking up for Wen Zhanyan, but anyone perceptive would know that she was complaining.

"Maybe Zhanyan got angry because I kept insisting that he should drink the milk, so he pushed me and spilled it," Lu Nanxin twisted the truth.

She never mentioned what she had said to Wen Zhanyan.

As Wen Zhanyan listened, his entire body tensed, his gaze fixed on Lu Nanxin without wavering.

It was pure disgust, deep-rooted disgust.

Wen Zhanyan was Wen Jin's son, and how could Wen Jin fail to see Wen Zhanyan's thoughts?

It was true that Wen Zhanyan didn't like Lu Nanxin. No matter how hard she tried to please him, Wen Zhanyan was always indifferent towards her.

However, this was something that had never happened before.

Was it because he and Lu Nanxin's wedding date was set that Wen Zhanyan exploded?

Wen Jin's expression also turned grim. He knew that he had spoiled Wen Zhanyan too much, allowing him to become so unrestrained.

"Wen Zhanyan," Wen Jin called out Wen Zhanyan's full name. "Apologize to Aunt Nanxin."

"I won't apologize," Wen Zhanyan, stubborn as a bull, couldn't be swayed back.

Wen Jin hadn't expected Wen Zhanyan to be so direct. He walked toward Wen Zhanyan.

Lu Nanxin quickly grabbed Wen Jin. "Wen Jin, don't be angry. Zhan Yan is just a child. There's no need to hold grudges against a child."

Her face showed genuine concern, making anyone believe that Lu Nanxin was truly worried about Wen Zhanyan.

However, Wen Zhanyan clearly understood that it was merely Lu Nanxin's hypocrisy, as she wished him to die.

"Let go," Wen Jin's tone grew colder.

Under Wen Jin's chilling gaze, Lu Nanxin released her grip on Wen Jin's hand. She watched with a smug smile as Wen Jin approached Wen Zhanyan, while she remained in place, enjoying the spectacle.

Wen Jin stood in front of Wen Zhanyan. "Wen Zhanyan, whether you like it or not, Nanxin will be your future mommy. It's something you must acknowledge and accept."

Wen Zhanyan glared at Wen Jin stubbornly and stood there without saying a word.

"I won't allow you to be disrespectful to Nanxin. I can tolerate anything from you, but there are certain things that I absolutely won't allow," Wen Jin made his attitude clear.

Then, Wen Jin didn't even give Wen Zhanyan a chance to explain himself. He ordered in a gloomy voice, "I want you to apologize to Nanxin, and you must apologize."

"I won't apologize even if I die," Wen Zhanyan had no room for negotiation.

Father and son locked in a stalemate.

Wen Jin looked at Wen Zhanyan and sneered, "Fine, if you won't apologize, then go to the ancestral hall behind and kneel as punishment until dawn."

This had never happened before. Wen Jin had always spoiled Wen Zhanyan.

But now, for the sake of a woman, Wen Jin could punish him like this and not listen to his explanation.

Wen Zhanyan glared at Wen Jin with resentment in his eyes. Then, he pushed Wen Jin aside and quickly ran out of the room.

By the time he reached outside the room, Wen Zhanyan's eyes were red.

However, he held back and didn't shed a single tear.

The more he held back, the more he longed for his mother. If his mother were here, he wouldn't have to endure such humiliation.

He would rather kneel in the ancestral hall than apologized to this hypocritical woman.

"Dream on!"

Wen Jin was agitated by Wen Zhanyan's defiance.

"Zhanyan is just a child. Why are you so angry?" Lu Nanxin tried to console him. "I'll send someone up to clean up first before going to the ancestral hall to check on him."

"No need, let him kneel," Wen Jin said firmly.

Of course, Lu Nanxin wouldn't go. She complied with Wen Jin's words obediently.

The servants quickly came up to clean up, and Wen Jin left with Lu Nanxin.

After they left the room, Lu Nanxin looked up at Wen Jin and asked, "Jin, you're not going to make me go back at this hour, are you?"

Although she had been by Wen Jin's side for many years, it was absurd that Wen Jin had never touched her.

It was as if, although Wen Jin was beside her, there was always a barrier between them.

Over the years, Lu Nanxin tried various methods, but Wen Jin remained unaffected.

"Jin..." Lu Nanxin drew even closer to Wen Jin.

She rubbed against him, clearly trying to seduce him.

With her seductive figure and the thin fabric separating them, Lu Nanxin's hands became increasingly bold.

Even before they reached the room, she unbuttoned Wen Jin's shirts one by one. Her other hand slid down and rested on the metal button of his belt.

With a click, the belt was unbuckled.

Wen Jin was a normal man. It was impossible for him to remain indifferent to such a woman's active seduction.

When Lu Nanxin saw Wen Jin's reaction, her charming face was filled with joy, and her voice became more forceful. "Jin, we're getting married soon."

The implication behind her words was clear, and Wen Jin gazed at Lu Nanxin without averting his eyes.

Then, Wen Jin suddenly lifted Lu Nanxin by the waist and swiftly carried her into the room. Lu Nanxin shyly buried herself in Wen Jin's arms, wrapping her slender arms around his waist.

She was in her fertile period tonight, which was why Lu Nanxin had chosen this timing.

She had to ensure that her position as Mrs. Wen was secure.

With this thought in mind, Lu Nanxin became more and more proactive.

Soon, the two of them entered the big bed, and the mattress completely wrapped them up.