Chapter 1 You Are Afraid
The crystal chandelier refracted charming light on the smooth floor, causing Ye Wanqing's eyes to ache.
Looking slightly, Ye Wanqing sees that she is wearing only a nightgown on the french window.
At the age of eighteen, this was a young and just matured body with a hint of greenness, but it was used by her to make lowly money transactions.
Her hair was dripping with water, and Ye Wanqing had no idea. Three months ago, she came home with a college admission letter, only to find her mother lying unconscious on the ground.
The doctor diagnosed acute leukemia and surgery must be performed as soon as possible, otherwise
Ye Wanqing refused to listen or think about the consequences like that.
She needs to perform surgery on her mother, but the prerequisite for the surgery is money.
Not to mention the surgery cost of one million yuan, she can no longer afford the current chemotherapy cost.
She once swore never to ask for a penny from the Ye family, possibly borrowing from all the places she borrowed money from. For the sake of her mother, she knelt outside the Ye family door for a day and a night.
Ye Wanqing never knew that a day and a night could be so long, so long that it could make a person go from hope to despair, from being alive to walking dead, even freezing her heart.
Fortunately, in the most desperate moment, such a priceless surrogacy opportunity appeared in front of her.
As long as you get pregnant, you pay a down payment of one million yuan, give birth to a girl of five million yuan, and if you give birth to a boy, you can get ten million yuan.
Ye Wanqing agreed to such a generous reward without even thinking about it.
She just gave birth to a child, and it was ultimately her who made it, wasn't it?
Ye Wanqing asked in her heart, wanting to laugh, but her gaze was blurred by tears.
Just as she was lost in thought, footsteps could be heard at the door, and Ye Wanqing's body froze. She clenched her fists tightly, her nails embedded in her palms without any knowledge.
The door opened at the next moment. Through the french window, Ye Wanqing saw a man wearing a silver mask coming in.
Looking up slightly, Ye Wanqing's gaze could only see his chin. He was wearing an expensive suit, with a mask that perfectly fitted his face, revealing only a perfectly curved chin and thin, cool lips.
Is this the employer? She looked unexpectedly younger than she had imagined.
As the man approached step by step, Ye Wanqing's body became tighter and tighter, until the man's hard chest pressed against her back, and his anxious heart suddenly calmed down.
This is her only choice now, and there is no way out.
The man lowered his head slightly, his chin touching her neck, and his skin pressed against hers, as if someone had pressed a burning iron against Ye Wanqing's heart, making a sizzling sound.
The man's hand slipped into the bathrobe, and Ye Wanqing's shoulder shook.
"Are you afraid?"
The man's hoarse and sexy voice sounded in her ears, and the heat of speaking rushed towards her earlobe. A current surged from head to toe, and Ye Wanqing felt a slight tingling all over her body.
"No, no, it's just a bit uncomfortable."
Ye Wanqing bit the tip of her tongue and said calmly, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.
"Not used to it?"
Squeezing down her throat, Ye Wanqing heard the man's teasing voice: "I like honest girls, your heartbeat tells me you're scared."
She reached out and grabbed the man's hand, turning to meet his towering eyes.
"Isn't it artificial insemination?"
