She wept for her lost child, for her husband Chen Yu's refusal to accept the child, for her unhappy marriage, and for not meeting Zhao Tianhao sooner.
Zhao Tianhao remained silent, simply holding Zhong Xiaoqin and comforting her. Gu Jia, seeing this, didn't want to disturb them, only moving her lips without uttering a sound.
However, Zhao Tianhao knew what Gu Jia was saying. "Master, I'll be going now. I have some things to take care of at the company, so I won't disturb your time together. Chen Yu has gone to work and won't be back for a while."
Gu Jia left with a "I'll take care of you" look.
Zhao Tianhao didn't take her antics to heart. His body, still recovering from a miscarriage, wouldn't allow it even if he wanted to.
After a long while, Zhong Xiaoqin, seemingly exhausted from crying, fell asleep in Zhao Tianhao's arms.
Zhao Tianhao looked at the haggard Zhong Xiaoqin, kissed her lips, and then laid her down flat.
He noticed that Zhong Xiaoqin was holding him tightly. Zhao Tianhao then lay down beside him.
Whether Zhong Xiaoqin would wake up or when Chen Yu would return was not within Zhao Tianhao's consideration.
After all, Zhao Tianhao still had one more chance to hypnotize the protagonist and lower her level.
And so, Zhao Tianhao, holding Zhong Xiaoqin, unknowingly fell asleep as well.
When Zhao Tianhao woke up, it was already four in the afternoon. He hadn't expected to sleep for more than three hours.
Seeing Zhong Xiaoqin awake in his arms, her bright eyes fixed on him, Zhao Tianhao said, "When did you wake up? Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"I just woke up too," Zhong Xiaoqin said, shifting into a more comfortable position in Zhao Tianhao's arms.
Looking at Zhong Xiaoqin, who seemed perfectly normal, Zhao Tianhao was stunned. He didn't know if she was faking it or if she had truly let go and moved on.
"You..."
Before Zhao Tianhao could finish speaking, Zhong Xiaoqin interrupted him, as if knowing what he was about to ask. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. I've thought it through. What's done is done. Being sad won't change anything. We should look forward, shouldn't we?"
Zhong Xiaoqin smiled, then paused, looking at Zhao Tianhao seriously, and said, "Anyway, the child isn't yours, is it?"
Hearing these words again, Zhao Tianhao's heart skipped a beat. This was the second time someone had said this to him.
The first time was to Yang Xiaorong. At the time, she was immersed in a sea of lust, and some of her words were genuine, some feigned. Zhao Tianhao didn't bother to discern.
To Zhao Tianhao, she was just a bitch, holding no weight in his heart. Even if she said something, he would take it as flattery.
Now, hearing it again from Zhong Xiaoqin, although she was also just a female slave, was at least a level above Yang Xiaorong.
Seeing the earnestness in Zhong Xiaoqin's eyes, Zhao Tianhao didn't sense that her words were meant to flatter him. Instead, he was deeply moved.
Zhong Xiaoqin continued, "I want a divorce. Give me some time. I want to be with you no matter what. Do you despise me?" She then nervously stared at Zhao Tianhao, waiting for his reply, afraid of hearing bad news.
"How could I despise you?" Zhao Tianhao hugged Zhong Xiaoqin tightly, saying earnestly, "Be prepared to be by my side for life. Once you're with me, you can't run away even if you want to. I'll keep you tied to the wall." Zhao Tianhao said, feigning a fierce tone.
Hearing Zhao Tianhao's affirmative answer, Zhong Xiaoqin burst into tears again, nodding vigorously and affirming, "Yes."
Looking at Zhong Xiaoqin, who was crying like a kitten, Zhao Tianhao felt a pang of pity mixed with a surge of violent impulse.
Zhao Tianhao lowered his head and kissed away the joyful tears Zhong Xiaoqin shed. Then his gaze fell on her face, her nose, and finally, he captured her pale lips.
Zhong Xiaoqin offered no resistance, wrapping her arms around Zhao Tianhao's neck and responding passionately.
After they parted, Zhong Xiaoqin looked at Zhao Tianhao with eyes full of affection, saliva visibly connecting their lips.
While kissing Zhao Tianhao, Zhong Xiaoqin felt his large member pressing against her.
At this moment, her small hands reached under the covers, moving downwards, touching Zhao Tianhao's large member through his pants.
Zhao Tianhao, feeling a surge of discomfort from her actions, threw back the covers and pulled off his pants, underwear, and shoes.
He released his long-awaited, erect penis.
Seeing Zhao Tianhao undress, Zhong Xiaoqin naturally understood his intention.
She crawled directly between Zhao Tianhao's legs, opened her small mouth and slowly took his erect penis into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down.
Zhao Tianhao lay on the bed, half-leaning against the wall, his legs wide open.
Zhong Xiaoqin knelt between Zhao Tianhao's legs, her body rising and falling rhythmically. Zhao Tianhao pleasurably enjoyed Zhong Xiaoqin's service.
"When are you having surgery?" Zhao Tianhao realized he had forgotten to ask Zhong Xiaoqin.
"Ugh, the doctor said, ugh, in two weeks," Zhong Xiaoqin mumbled, her mouth still full of his penis.
"It's better to do it sooner rather than later, just in case it has any effect on your health." Zhao Tianhao called his assistant, asking him to find the best hospital and doctor in Shanghai to arrange it.
Hearing Zhao Tianhao's genuine concern for her health, Zhong Xiaoqin was even more moved, and her service became even more diligent.
Although she had only performed oral sex on Zhao Tianhao once before, she still knew his preferences, knowing he liked deepthroating.
So she tried her best to force the head of Zhao Tianhao's large penis into her throat.
She didn't mind the tearing pain in her throat at all.
Zhao Tianhao watched Zhong Xiaoqin's actions but didn't stop her. Sooner or later, her throat and esophagus would be shaped like Zhao Tianhao's large penis; it was just a matter of time.
Zhong Xiaoqin tried again and again, enjoying it immensely. Her throat and mouth were numb from being opened so wide.
Finally, her efforts paid off, and the head of Zhao Tianhao's large penis squeezed into her throat.
Zhong Xiaoqin excitedly made whimpering sounds.
With the large penis in her mouth, she couldn't speak.
Seeing that it was already inside, Zhao Tianhao decided to help her, supporting Zhong Xiaoqin's head and gently pushing his penis deeper.
Zhao Tianhao only stopped when Zhong Xiaoqin's nose was pressed against his crotch, his testicles bumping against her chin.
He maintained the deep-throating position for about ten seconds. Each time Zhong Xiaoqin swallowed, the sensation of swallowing in her esophagus squeezed Zhao Tianhao's large penis, bringing him so much pleasure he almost ejaculated.
Seeing that Zhong Xiaoqin was struggling to breathe, Zhao Tianhao pulled out his saliva-covered penis.
"Huff, huff, huff," Zhong Xiaoqin gasped for breath.
Then she continued to take his penis in her mouth, continuing the deep-throating, watching Zhao Tianhao as she stroked him.
Seeing Zhao Tianhao's pleasure made her happy; seeing his expressionless face, she stroked him faster and harder, making him feel even better.
After more than ten minutes, Zhao Tianhao felt it, released his pent-up ejaculation, and a large amount of thick semen shot directly into his stomach like bullets, without spilling a drop.
Because he ejaculated while Zhong Xiaoqin was deep-throating.
Spitting out the penis, Zhong Xiaoqin coughed a bit, still unaccustomed to it, then looked at the saliva-covered penis and licked and sucked it, cleaning it.
After everything was done, Zhong Xiaoqin, somewhat exhausted, collapsed into Zhao Tianhao's arms.
Zhao Tianhao stroked Zhong Xiaoqin's hair, like petting a petting petter, and the two lay quietly on the bed, enjoying the tranquil moment.
That evening, Zhao Tianhao ordered food from a restaurant.
After eating with Zhong Xiaoqin, he returned to the Junyue Mansion. Pushing open the door, he found Luo Yan completely naked, her little bottom exposed, lying on the bed, engrossed in playing PUBG.
She didn't even notice Zhao Tianhao entering.
Zhao Tianhao got on the bed and slapped Luo Yan's upturned buttocks.
"Ouch, ah!" Luo Yan cried out in pain, clutching her buttocks with both hands. Seeing Zhao Tianhao, her aggrieved face immediately brightened, and she exclaimed happily, "Brother, you're back!"
"Yeah, have you eaten?"
"Yes."
Looking at the naked Luo Yan, Zhao Tianhao's interest was piqued. He pulled her close and kissed her lips, his hands roaming over her body.
He played with her breasts, then patted her buttocks, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Zhao Tianhao hoisted Luo Yan's legs onto his shoulders, looking at her tender vulva. He reached out and teased it a few times, then, guiding his large penis towards her opening, he thrust his hips forward, the thick glans forcing its way into her delicate, warm, and tight vagina. The vaginal walls, like a baby's tiny hands, gripped his penis tightly, penetrating the cervix and reaching deep into her uterus.