Chapter 101: If You Were Pregnant with Qi Lin's Child, I Wouldn't Mind - The Rich Second-Generation Villain With No Morals

Chapter 101: "If You Were Carrying Qi Lin's Child, I Wouldn't Mind" In the muted light of dusk, the room was enveloped in a serene atmosphere, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of autumn leaves through the open window. Wang Si Ling stared contemplatively outside, her thoughts a whirlwind as she pondered the words she had just spoken. The silence hung in the air, charged with unspoken emotions. She turned to Qi Lin, whose face was a canvas of surprise and confusion. He searched her eyes, trying to comprehend the depth of her revelation and what it meant for both of them. Wang Si Ling's expression was one of unwavering resolve, a testament to her sincerity and the strength of her feelings. "I mean it," she reiterated softly, her voice steady yet filled with a tender vulnerability. "If you were to have a child together with another, I would embrace it as part of our shared journey." Qi Lin's breath caught, a myriad of questions and emotions clamoring for attention. The magnitude of her acceptance, her openness to a future so unforeseen—it was both overwhelming and heartening. In that moment, the lingering shadows of doubt were dispelled, replaced by a newfound understanding. This was more than mere acceptance; it was a declaration of unwavering support, a promise that transcended the traditional bounds of love and family. The two of them stood there, the gravity of her words settling softly like the evening twilight, each aware that this conversation was a pivotal point in their relationship, a moment that would forever alter the fabric of their connection. Wang Si Ling's beautiful eyes flashed with a hint of shyness, but now she was completely enamored by Qi Lin. She remained quite innocent; she was no longer a little girl. Her first kiss was given only to Qi Lin, and she loved only him. Becoming his girlfriend was her sole aspiration. “Pff~” came the sound as Wang Si Ling, for the first time, took the initiative to wrap her arms around Qi Lin's neck and give him a kiss. "I've always liked Qi Lin." "Otherwise, why don't you reject him with a kiss? Do you still like him?" she rationalized internally. Wang Si Ling had learned to convince herself of certain truths. After Lan Yu Xi, another heroine had completely betrayed the protagonist to join the antagonist's camp. "Siling, may I ask you a question?" Qi Lin inquired. In the car, Wang Si Ling sat nestled in Qi Lin's arms, her hands around his neck. "You know I took away the girl your brother liked. Are you on my side, or your brother's?" A trace of worry appeared in Wang Si Ling's eyes. "Qi Lin, what you've done to my brother doesn't bother me, but could you not hurt him?" Qi Lin understood Wang Si Ling's words. After all, Wang Cheng had always treated her well since childhood. If she ended up causing harm to Wang Cheng, Wang Si Ling might not resent herself, but she could potentially go mad or fall into a depression due to failing a psychological self-assessment. However, Wang Si Ling had made it clear that she would still stand by her. “He won’t be harmed,” Qi Lin whispered, kissing her moist lips with a smile. "He is your brother, after all. I wouldn’t think of killing him." Yet, in Qi Lin's dark eyes, a chill flickered: "Wang Cheng is a necessity. But before that, the image he holds in Wang Si Ling's heart must be shattered, just like Yu Chen. At that moment, it will be time to root out all threats." "Siling, has your brother been acting strange recently? Tell me if you notice anything," Qi Lin probed further. Lan Yu Xi's diary mentioned that Wang Cheng planned to gift her a phone and a bouquet today. Wang Cheng and Yu Chen were alike; they were quite poor, without the means for such extravagant gifts. Qi Lin suspected that Wang Cheng, like Yu Chen, had turned corrupt and engaged in immoral activities. Wang Si Ling looked puzzled: "Has my brother been strange? Not really, just..." Her cheeks flushed. "Since the incident, I've found myself more delicate, and lately, with Dad working late, my brother’s been coming home around eleven or twelve at night, walking wobbly." "What?" Qi Lin repeated in confusion. "Limping?" Concealing a knowing smile, Qi Lin imagined what might have led to Wang Cheng's condition—an encounter perhaps as haunting as his own ordeal when he was assaulted. What had Wang Cheng contrived in retaliation? "This sounds wild," Qi Lin chuckled. “Qi Lin,” Wang Si Ling looked at him curiously with her lovely eyes, “why are you so amused?” “Nothing, Sister Siling,” reassured Qi Lin. “Avoid meeting Yu Chen alone from now on; he’s acting erratically and might become dangerous. Call me if you need anything, or tell me directly.” For now, Wang Si Ling was his sister, and he intended to ensure her safety. "Alright, I understand, Brother Qi Lin. I won’t see Yu Chen again; my heart belongs only to you," she affirmed courageously, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. Indeed, with such an adorable neighbor, who wouldn't be charmed? Qi Lin teased her for a bit before seeing her off as she returned home. “Qiu Yue Lin’s graduation defense should be concluding soon—I should go meet her,” Qi Lin smiled, starting his car towards the restaurant mentioned in Qiu Yue Lin's diary. Simultaneously, he contacted Chen Ao Meng. “Lin, is something amiss?” "Are you familiar with Wang Cheng? The one you beat up in the alleyway." "Oh, him? Yeah, do you want me to rough him up again?" "No, instead, after school today, discreetly follow him from Jianghan University. Don’t let him notice you, and watch where he goes and what he does." “Leave it to me. I’ll complete this task for you, Lin.” Chen Zhi Meng chuckled. Upon hearing this, Wang Cheng’s fingertips began to tremble. "Fantastic, though I suspect that Wang Cheng intentionally let slip that he and Yu Chen might face repercussions." Qi Lin smiled thoughtfully, shutting his phone. Meanwhile, Wang Cheng approached Lan Yu Xi at a small restaurant she frequented for lunch. Left amazed by Lan Yu Xi's absence of Qi Lin today, Wang Cheng quickly approached her with some nerves. She caught unlikely parallels in Qi Lin and Wang Cheng's demeanor, unsettling her slightly. Meanwhile, Lan Yu Xi flashed a Mona Lisa smile, suggesting something about Qi Lin lingered in her mind. As she entered, Zan Yu Xi spoke lightly to the owner, "May I get some Kung Pao chicken to go? Charge it to Qi Lin's account." Her motive was clear: incite Wang Cheng while projecting a quiet defiance. And it worked; Wang Cheng stood there, mouth agape, trembling. The mere mention of her commitment to Qi Lin drove nails into his heart. “Yu Xi, did you accept Qi Lin as your boyfriend?” he asked, voice strained. Lan Yu Xi, eyes twinkling with subtle amusement, retorted, “Surely not. He’s not the asking type.” Wang Cheng nearly choked. His admiration for her—so earnest—now seemed irrelevant. She demanded devotion with all the grace of a goddess, yet she groveled before Qi Lin, the very boy she despised, begging for his affection. Wang Cheng felt anguish, blunt and bitter. “Yu Xi, that scoundrel Qi Lin doesn’t even remember your birthday! Surely, you deserve better than him who only uses you,” Wang Cheng urged, all hope clinging to his words. He presented her with a phone: “Unlike him, I remembered. This is for you.” Lan Yu Xi was unfazed. “Wang Cheng, where did you get the cash for all this? These gifts must have cost a lot, yet here you are, buying extravagant things for me?” His eyes clouded with bittersweet pain. “Worth? For Yu Xi it’s everything.” “Those bastards think they can get everything they want, and for Yu Xi… I’ve nothing left to lose.” Standing resolute, Wang Cheng pleaded once more, “I give you what’s from me, made by my hands. Please, come back to me, Yu Xi.” To all this, Lan Yu Xi, who found Wang Cheng's mere presence ignoble, replied with disdain. "Wang Cheng," she intoned, "don’t test me. Qi Lin is my boyfriend, my only one." “If you can stand my presence,” she added venomously, “then be aware—I positively can’t stand yours.” Baffled, catching no words more, Wang Cheng's boasts faced brutal exposure. Lan Yu Xi's swift departure marked Wang Cheng’s condemnation. Then, Lan Yu Xi chose finality. Her voice softer but cutting: "While you boast fidelity, I've already given myself to Qi Lin. You understand what I’m saying?" Horror gripped Wang Cheng. Unbelievable! No! Impossible! Yet, nothing changed his desperate plea: “Lies don’t matter—Yu Xi, if you returned, even carrying his child, I would accept you.” His rhetoric sounded sickeningly self-degrading. This thought alone repulsed Lan Yu Xi to her core. "Disgusting," were Lan Yu Xi's last words, her aversion complete. Here was Wang Cheng: exposed, unmanned. She saw no more reason for kindness and briskly departed. Lan Yu Xi might not have realized the extent of the blow her words dealt to Wang Cheng. “Wow, why! Why?” Wang Cheng muttered to himself. “I’ve sacrificed so much—why can’t I win Yu Xi’s heart?” “No, it’s because Qi Lin is still around. If I sacrifice more, gain more resources, and manage to kill Qi Lin, then Yu Xi will surely return to me." His distorted grin sent chills down the spine of the nearby restaurant owner. “Aiya, Yue Lin, why are you so blunt? We’re just having a friendly meal together, why do you always push us away?” One of the roommates questioned. “You don’t think less of us compared to your wealthier friends, do you?” Jianghan University, a prestigious double-first-class academic institution, was Qiu Yue Lin's alma mater. Today marked her return to defend her graduation thesis, which proceeded without a hitch. Initially, Qiu Yue Lin planned to head home directly after her tasks at the university. Unexpectedly, several old roommates blocked her path. Her relationships with these roommates had always been strained. Coming from a wealthy family, Qiu Yue Lin lived in the dorms using top-notch cosmetics and personal items. Her roommates would sneakily use her makeup and cotton pads in her absence. Qiu Yue Lin wasn't stingy; she had told them they could use her things but only if they asked first, as she disliked sharing personal items without permission. This simple boundary caused tension, leading to her becoming an outcast within the dormitory, subjected to cold-shoulder treatment over the years. Yet, she endured, choosing silence over confrontation. Now, four years later, seeing her roommates again invoked no particular greeting. She intended to leave, yet they pressed her to join their meal. “Come on, it’s not every day we say our farewells. Let’s have one last meal together, even if we part as strangers afterward.” Sighing, Qiu Yue Lin reluctantly agreed, “Alright, but I have a class this afternoon. Let’s make it quick.” “Don’t worry, it won’t take long,” her roommates promised, sharing secret glances full of mischief. The venue for their meeting was Dreaming of South Lake, where Qiu Yue Lin realized the real motive: each roommate had invited their boyfriend to flaunt their relationships. During the meal, her roommates engaged in PDA, feeding one another and being overly affectionate. Some even kissed openly, making Qiu Yue Lin feel awkward enough to avert her eyes. "So annoying," she thought. "I should have known their invitation wasn't simple." “They just want to flaunt their boyfriends in front of me—an obvious jab since I’m single.” Indeed, Qiu Yue Lin had no boyfriend. Lost in these musings, she wore a bitter smile, wishing desperately to escape. “Yue Lin, where’s your boyfriend? Everyone brought theirs. Are you still single?” “Wow, Yue Lin! You’re the class beauty and your family’s wealthy. How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” “I heard prettier girls are tough partners due to their tempers—no guy can stand them.” “Though I doubt Yue Lin’s like that, considering she let us use her cosmetics.” Laughter followed, taunting her. They clearly dismissed Qiu Yue Lin's discomfort. “Yue Lin, we were thinking—let us help find you a boyfriend.” “Pick one of ours if you like! We’ll gift him to you!” they continued, skating around her menacingly. Hearing this, the boyfriends’ eyes brightened, greedily assessing Qiu Yue Lin. Her elegance and classy demeanor eclipsed the collective allure of the room’s inhabitants. "I'm sorry, Yue Lin, I’m late. Did I miss your gathering?" A handsome man over six feet tall entered as if on cue. The mockery from her roommates and their boyfriends vanished as the door swung open, revealing Qi Lin, whose perfectly-timed appearance anchored Qiu Yue Lin. Seeing her reddened eyes and near tears nearly broke him. But amid the derision, Qiu Yue Lin was not one for confrontation. Realizing the nature of this sham gathering, she decided to leave. "You—"