The 99th Divorce

“Me too. I love you very, very much,” said Shen Manting.

Her innocent and naive words echoed continuously in Shen Luo’an’s heart.

It was already very late by the time they reached home.

Xiao Yue’er slept in his grandparents’ room that night and after the couple entered the house quietly, they sprawled onto their bed, exhausted.

When Shen Luo’an saw Shen Manting’s behavior, he chuckled softly and said, “You’re heading to bed already? You have yet to shower.”

“I’m not showering,” said Shen Manting as she huddled under the blankets. “I’m dead beat. I only want to sleep,” she said.

“You’re sleeping so early?” asked Shen Luo’an as he pressed himself on top of her. “There’s something that I want to discuss with you,” he said.

“Discuss?” Shen Manting repeated as she lifted her head up to look at him. “What is it? There’s nothing to discuss with me,” she said.

“Well… It concerns both of us. I can only decide after you agree to it,” he said.

“What is it?” Shen Manting asked. She could not help but feel curious. “Weren’t you the one who always makes the decision for everything? I don’t have much of an opinion,” she said.

When Shen Luo’an saw how obedient and submissive she was, he became a little distracted.

He hugged her gently before he softly said, “Let’s hold our wedding ceremony. We’ll throw a banquet and invite all of our friends and relatives.”

“Sounds good,” Shen Manting agreed without hesitation.

“Let’s go for our honeymoon after the wedding ceremony,” he said.

“Sure,” she agreed.

“After that…” Shen Luo’an dragged out his words, seeming hesitant. He then leaned gently into her and whispered into her ear, “Let’s have another baby.”

When Shen Manting felt his warm breath on her ear, she could not help but cower away and so, she subconsciously replied, “Sure… Huh?”

She finally managed to bring herself out of her trance and react to his words, she then turned to look at him. With a troubled look on her tiny face, she said, “Maybe not. I heard that it’s very, very painful to give birth to a child.”

When Shen Luo’an saw her reaction, his lips curled up into a smile and he gently suckled her plump and full earlobe.

Shen Manting was caught off guard and found it ticklish and unbearable. “Go away!” she said as she scurried away.

However, Shen Luo’an did not listen to her. Instead, he tightened his grip around her, his lips slowly worked their way down before he began to bombard her with many quick kisses on the nape of her neck.

Ye Qianqian had a dream.

In her dreams, a pretty and delicate child was crawling towards her. The child looked very obedient and he did not have any pants on.

The features on the child’s gentle, young face looked very similar to that of Shen Zhilie’s.

“Mommy!” the child called out.

The child’s voice sounded young and nasally and he was reaching out his hands in an attempt to catch hold of her.

Ye Qianqian reached out her hand towards him. She wanted to carry him terribly but the tiny and delicate child disappeared without a trace the moment she touched him. It was as if he was a bubble.

Then, it was dark. It was still completely dark.

Shen Zhilie kept watch by her bedside. He was leaning against the bed, taking a nap.

Perhaps it was because he had just fallen asleep so he was quickly woken up by the sound of muffled sobs.

Shen Zhilie immediately woke up. His eyes quickly landed on Ye Qianqian, who was lying on the bed beside him.

“No…” said Ye Qianqian. Her hands were extended and she seemed to be dreaming about something very sad, for she was flailing her arms around and tears were streaming down her cheeks furiously.

Shen Zhilie felt a raw sense of pain in his heart and he held her hands tightly before he gently calling out to her, “Dear. Qianqian.”

“Baby…” said Ye Qianqian. She continued to sob and sounded extremely sad as if her heart had been shattered to pieces.

Shen Zhilie’s heart ached even more. The raw, aching sensation he felt silently creepy from his heart to his eyes.

He lowered his body and embraced her gently as he whispered, “I’m here. I’m here. Don’t cry, my Dear.”

Ye Qianqian subconsciously hugged him and at that very moment, she opened her eyes.

It was pitch black around her, but she could pick up an extremely familiar scent coming from someone in front of her.

When Ye Qianqian felt Shen Zhilie’s warmth, she then realised that she had only been dreaming earlier on.