The Contested Wife

Forty thousand feet in the sky, aboard a private jet. The bathroom door opened, and a man walked out wearing a bathrobe. The belt was loosely tied, revealing a few ambiguous red marks on his well-defined chest muscles. His long legs were inadvertently exposed as he walked, the muscles on his thighs strong and powerful. Fu Jinxu had never imagined that he, who was so self-disciplined, would one day do such an absurd thing at forty thousand feet in the sky. As soon as he came out, he saw the woman lying on the bed, her legs slightly bent, a pillow tucked under her waist. Meeting his deep, unfathomable gaze, the woman explained, " Ах Xiu, the doctor said this position makes it easier to conceive.". Fu Jinxu lowered his eyes to examine Meng Wanxi, whose flawless face still held the lingering flush of passion, her cheeks rosy, a layer of moisture clouding her eyes, her black hair gently spread across the pillow. Meng Wanxi, whom he had cherished for several years, was both delicate and charming. Even without deliberately acting coy, her gentle and soft voice was incredibly endearing. The man slowly leaned down, his dark shadow enveloping Meng Wanxi. He raised his hand to caress her cheek, gently pinching her soft, delicate earlobe. His low, husky voice exuded endless sexiness, "So, what else did the doctor say?". Recalling the doctor's words, her follicle maturation was detected, and she was about to ovulate. These two days were the best time to conceive. That's why she had given him that "surprise attack.". Meng Wanxi's uterus was injured from filming before she retired from the entertainment industry, and she had been trying to conceive for three years without success. It was only recently that her body had recovered, and knowing his desire for a child, Meng Wanxi paid particular attention to this ovulation period. Even though they were already an old married couple, this was her first time at forty thousand feet in the sky. She appeared particularly restrained and couldn't let go, wishing she could bury her head in the pillow. "N-nothing else.". She heard the man whisper tenderly, "Wife, happy third anniversary. I look forward to your continued guidance in the future.". Upon landing at Aoli Airport, Fu Jinxu wrapped the n***d woman in a thin blanket and carried her off the plane. As the blanket slipped, a corner revealed the woman's ankle. Her skin was pale and delicate, with a faint red mark on her porcelain-like skin, adding to the ambiguity. Indeed, the rumors were true. President Fu loved his wife deeply, his doting affection so intense that no one could catch a glimpse of her true self. During their days in Europe, Meng Wanxi experienced the meaning of "extreme.". Fu Jinxu was busy with work, attending many business engagements during the day. She would rest at the hotel, and at night, he would transform into a wolf. He left their marks everywhere: in the bathtub, on the sofa, and in front of the French windows. For four days and three nights, Meng Wanxi followed him from one city to another. Until the day they returned to China, she was exhausted and nestled in Fu Jinxu's arms. His hands, which had been restless on her body, were now wrapped around her slender waist. *******。“****，。*********”。 Hearing her murmur, the man's low laughter echoed in her ear. He tightened his grip around her waist inch by inch, his eyes filled with a doting expression. "Wife, even if we never have children, I will always love you.". Something cool and smooth touched her neck as the man placed a necklace on her. He kissed her lips with devotion and tenderness. "Xi Xi, stay by my side obediently. Don't leave me.". When Meng Wanxi woke up again, she was already in her own bed at home. She casually slipped on a silk nightgown and went downstairs in soft slippers. Aunt Xu had already prepared a table full of delicious dishes. "Where's Ах Xiu?" Meng Wanxi glanced around. They had come back together, so where was he?. "The master had another engagement and asked me to make a nourishing soup for you.". Aunt Xu smiled and said, "The master really dotes on you. He picked a bouquet of your favorite roses from the flower room and stayed by your side until you fell asleep before hurriedly leaving.". Meng Wanxi looked at the bouquet of vibrant flowers on the table, a faint smile playing on her lips. She raised her hand to touch her flat abdomen. Over the past three years, she and her husband had experienced countless disappointments because of the child. This time, she hoped that their efforts would not be in vain. She must conceive a child. She opened her phone and found an entertainment news push about a third-tier starlet's love affair being exposed, with paparazzi photos of her boyfriend visiting her on set. Meng Wanxi's gaze lingered for a moment on the blurry outline of the man in a suit. Then she quickly looked away, finding the thought that had just flashed through her mind ridiculous. How could it possibly be Fu Jinxu? They had been childhood sweethearts for eighteen years. If all the men in the world were to cheat, it would definitely not be him. After finishing her meal, Meng Wanxi tended to her flowers and plants. As dusk fell, Fu Jinxu stepped into the yard, bathed in the last rays of sunlight. The sunlight fell on his ধূসর gray suit, casting a faint halo around him, making his gentle and jade-like face even more handsome and flawless. Who could tell that these two had clawed their way up from the lowest depths of poverty?. He was noble and refined, with a composed demeanor, every bit the elegant president. Meng Wanxi, dressed in a white dress, dropped the flowers in her hand and ran towards him. "Aх Xiu, you're back.". Fu Jinxu reached out and rubbed her hair. "Did you get some rest?". She gently punched his chest. "Jerk, don't you dare be so unrestrained again.". The man held her hand and gently kissed it. "Alright, I'll listen to my wife.". Such a gentle man, how could he possibly betray her? Meng Wanxi completely pushed the entertainment news out of her mind. In the following days, Fu Jinxu was frequently abroad, extremely busy trying to secure a major project. Meng Wanxi's period was three days late. Thinking that Fu Jinxu was too busy, Meng Wanxi decided not to tell him for the time being. She bought several brands of pregnancy tests, her heart filled with nervousness and trepidation. For three years, ever since her injury, she didn't know how much medicine she had taken or how many ovulation-inducing injections she had received. With one disappointment after another, she didn't dare to have too much hope this time either. During the few minutes of waiting for the results, she was anxious and uneasy. As soon as the timer went off, Meng Wanxi quickly opened her eyes to look at the pregnancy test. "..." A knock on the door startled Meng Wanxi, and the pregnancy test fell from her hand