170 — Su Qianhua's Mission: Success!

She was still wearing the same nightgown, but she had removed the outer layer at some point. It was now he could see that the inner layer was completely transparent, clearly showing off her matching black lace underwear and slightly rounded abdomen.

Due to her slim figure, her abdomen was still not protruding despite being more than five months pregnant.

He quickly averted his gaze as he swallowed. He should have known that things were not going to be so simple tonight.

"Wh-what are you—"

"Shhhhh." Su Qianhua said, putting a finger to her lips. As Jiang Philip watched blankly, she sashayed to his side, climbed on and straddled him. Shocked, he used both hands to bring her closer so that she was now sitting on his firm abdomen.

Then without thinking, he spoke, "Qianhua, what—"

"Try again." She said, cutting him off.

It took him a second, but he then started again, "Baby," getting Su Qianhua to nod. He was indeed a fast learner.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"But I thought we agreed to do this later."

"When did I ever agree to that?"

"But Doctor Zhong said we shouldn't —"

"He didn't say that. And even if he did, that was more than a month ago!"

"But he said we should make sure you're alright —"

She stopped him by bringing out a piece of paper from her underwear, "I went to meet him and he certified me okay. We can do this now."

Jiang Philip was surprised. When did she go without him? While he blanked out, her hand slipped under his shirt and began to wreak havoc. He came back to his senses in a hurry.

"Qianhua, no, Baby, I think we should still wait a bit. What if I hurt you?"

"I would like that." She muttered. It was much better than this inaction, in her opinion.

Jiang Philip stared at her in disbelief. Why was this conversation becoming weirder?

"What did you say?"

"What you heard."

He took a deep breath. He had to salvage this rapidly deteriorating situation.

"Listen to me Baby. I would never, ever want to hurt you, no matter what. Not for any reason, and definitely not for pleasure."

Su Qianhua was pleased to hear that, but then she suddenly looked aggrieved. "Does that mean you don't want me? Am I no longer attractive? Just tell me the truth, instead of giving excuses."

Jiang Philip: "..."

What was this nonsense? If only she knew how much willpower it was costing him not to reverse their positions.

He sighed before allowing her to slide down lower. When she could feel the bulge behind her, he said, "What do you think? Does it feel like I no longer find you attractive?"

She shook her head like an obedient student, her glee plain as day. "So what's the problem, Hubby?"

Jiang Philip's lips curled slightly at her form of address before saying, "I just told you. I'm really afraid of hurting you. I can't forget how you looked that day. I felt like murdering the criminal that dared to lay a finger on you, so how can I willingly hurt you?"

"But I want you." She said firmly.

His blue eyes looked like twin pools of blue water as they darkened due to her words, but he tried to hold on to reason, "You know what, let's do this: I'll speak to Doctor Zhong and find out what I should do to—"

His voice trailed off as Su Qianhua raised her flimsy gown slightly and pulled out another piece of paper, "No need. I did my research already. If we do it in these ways, it would not hurt."

Jiang Philip: "...."

His speechlessness didn't stop him from taking long glances at the paper she held though.

Seeing his sneaky behavior, she smirked. "I obviously came prepared." The implication was that there was no way she was going to allow him weasel out of this tonight.

He was well and truly caught. He opened his mouth to say something, but Su Qianhua narrowed her eyes in impatience.

"Don't say anything, you talk too much. Less talking and more action," were the words she threw out before bending to fuse their mouths together.

His words of "okay, let's set the mood," instantly went out of his brain when her delectable lips descended on his.

The familiar taste of purple grapes mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla cream invaded his senses and made him addicted.

His thoughts of asking her why her lips tasted that way was abruptly forgotten. She was sweet and bold, yet soft and welcoming. She had him completely hooked.

Even if she hadn't said the three words yet, he felt glad that she had well and truly accepted him.

This time, it wasn't a dream. This time, there was no mistake. Tonight was more a union of souls than just bodies.

As their figures intertwined, pieces of clothing fell off one after the other. Su Qianhua let herself go and enjoyed the feelings her husband was stirring up. Soon, she was on cloud nine.

Needless to say, her research was indeed useful, so useful that she was the first to surrender to exhaustion.

She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her lips, teardrops of happiness still clinging to her eyelashes.

Mission accomplished!

*****

"Yichen, are you still busy?"

After writing codes for three hours straight, Li Yuchen was tired and in dire need of a distraction. Teacher Long was really pushing him to the limits, causing him to be very serious.

"Uh-huh," Han Yichen replied without raising his head. He was typing away on his laptop, the sound of his fingers hitting the keys rhythmically.

"Are you so busy that you can't spare me some time?"

No response.

"Yichen?"

Still nothing.

"Chenchen."

The typing stopped immediately, Han Yichen raising an eyebrow.

"Aha, that got your attention." Li Yuchen clapped his hands, clearly pleased with himself.

Han Yichen rubbed his forehead, looking more mature than his twelve years of age. "What, what, what?"

If he was indifferent to the title "Professor Chen," then a cheesy nickname like "Chenchen" was absolutely unacceptable.

"Let's play games together."

"I'm busy."

He was writing a new story, this time set in Ancient Rome. It was based on Cornelia, a vestal who was accused of wrongdoing and buried alive in the peculiar traditional burial rites for vestals.

His story did not seek to paint her innocent or condemn her, but he weaved an imaginative story of her as an average human being with dreams, emotions and stubborn pride, holding on to dignity till the end.

It was his entry for the literary competition centered on Greek history that Teacher Dan had enrolled him for, and although he wasn't planning to participate in any competitions so soon, he found the theme interesting, which was why he decided to participate.

And now, he was completely invested in the story.