Chapter 37: A Man Giving Birth?!

“Me? Spouting bullshit? Heh.”

Murong Fanghua sneered softly. It seemed that unless she utterly shattered their remaining hope, these sisters would never truly give up.

“Come, little pet. Show them proof. Tell them if what I said is true.”

Hearing her command, Ye Feng froze momentarily. But almost instantly, his lips moved in a monotone, mechanical rhythm:

“I love… Murong Fanghua. Murong Fanghua is my master. I love her, I am willing to sacrifice everything for her, and I want to stay by her side forever and ever.”

“Th-This… how is this possible?!”

Mu Yutong stared at Ye Feng in complete, horrific disbelief. Just this morning, this very man had confessed to her that he loved her older sister—so how could he suddenly sound like an entirely different person?

No… this had to be fake. It had to be!

“Heh. Some people really refuse to weep until they see the coffin.”

“Enough!”

Murong Fanghua was about to make Ye Feng perform another demonstration, but Mu Yuchen’s harsh, furious roar cut her off mid-sentence.

“We are… leaving.”

Mu Yuchen spun on her heel, her fingers clamping like iron around Mu Yutong’s wrist as she dragged her toward the doorway.

“Sister! What are you doing?! Let go of me! Ye Feng is still right there—I’m taking him with us!”

SLAP!

Mu Yuchen turned and landed a sharp, echoing slap clean across her younger sister’s cheek. Did she want to abandon Ye Feng? Of course not! She wanted to drag him home more than anyone, but…

Mu Yutong stood completely paralyzed, clutching her burning cheek in shock. She couldn’t fathom why her sister was surrendering without a fight. Didn’t they both love him?

Before she could regain her composure, Mu Yuchen hauled her stunned, trembling body out of the VIP suite with absolute, uncompromising force.

“Deliver this one back to them as well. I have zero interest in keeping a raving lunatic around.”

Murong Fanghua pointed casually at Du Xiaowen, who was lying unconscious on the carpet, and issued a dry order to Qingning.

“Understood, Miss.”

Qingning nodded, grabbing the unconscious secretary by the collar, hoisting her onto her shoulder like a sack of grain, and stepping out of the room.

Within moments, the vast, luxurious suite fell into silence, leaving only the dazed, glassy-eyed Ye Feng and Murong Fanghua, who observed him with a lingering, satisfied smile.

Murong Fanghua rested her slender hand atop Ye Feng’s head, gently stroking his hair like one would pamper a submissive kitten.

Yet the moment her fingers made contact, a subtle flicker of deep instinctual resistance flashed across Ye Feng’s eyes. He felt utterly disoriented, unable to grasp what was real and what was fake.

It felt as though he was caught in a nightmare, yet every tactile sensation felt terrifyingly vivid. He thrashing violently in the murky gray zone between sleep and reality, desperate to wake up.

The scenes that had just unfolded kept replaying in his mind, yet that invisible cognitive wall was still blocking his higher thought functions. He clawed at the mental fog, trying desperately to breach the barrier.

“Aaargh!”

Finally, a tiny crack split open in the mental conditioning. In the physical realm, Ye Feng let out a frantic, agonized cry, slamming both hands against his temples as intense pain tore through his brain.

Murong Fanghua’s soothing hand froze mid-stroke. Her expression faltered briefly, but she reclaimed her cool composure almost instantly.

At that exact moment, the woman in the white lab coat stepped back into the suite.

“Don’t worry, Miss. His conscious mind is simply breaking through the hypnotic trance. He’s waking up.”

“Why so quickly?”

Murong Fanghua clicked her tongue in mild irritation. If her cute little pet woke up completely, he wouldn’t be nearly as obedient!

“My apologies, Miss. His core obsession is extraordinarily strong. The intense emotional trigger from the scene earlier likely accelerated his psychological recovery.”

While the two women conversed, clarity was rapidly flooding back into Ye Feng’s eyes. The horror of what he had just done slammed into his conscious mind with full force.

He had willingly curled into a stranger’s embrace… calling her ‘Master’ and declaring his love for her?!

“Miss, he’s fully conscious now.”

“Hmm?” Murong Fanghua’s eyes sparkled. “It appears my little catch has finally returned to reality.”

“You may step outside.”

“Understood!”

Once the hypnotist exited the room, Murong Fanghua focused her entire attention back on Ye Feng. By now, Ye Feng’s gaze had completely cleared, allowing him to properly take in the woman standing over him.

“Who… who are you?!”

Ye Feng scrambled backward across the plush leather cushions, desperate to put as much distance between them as possible. But with two swift, casual steps, she easily closed the gap.

“Who am I? Who do you think I am?”

Murong Fanghua leaned down, pinning Ye Feng securely into the corner of the sofa, looking down at him with a predatory smile.

“You… you are Murong Fanghua?”

Ye Feng racked his brain—that was the only name that surfaced from the hazy hypnosis residue.

“Bingo. I am the person you love most—Murong Fanghua.”

“No! You’re not! You’re not the person I love at all! What on earth did you do to me?!”

Recalling his own puppet-like behavior, Ye Feng felt a wave of profound fear and disgust. That wasn’t who he was—what kind of dark trickery had been used on him?

Realizing that Mu Yuchen and Mu Yutong had already been driven away, a sharp, suffocating heartache washed over him. He wasn’t supposed to push them away like that. That wasn’t what he wanted!

“Hypnosis. I had you hypnotized.”

Murong Fanghua didn’t bother hiding the truth—there was no practical reason to conceal it anymore.

“Hypnosis…?”

Ye Feng repeated the word, stunned. He had heard of hypnosis before, but he had always assumed it was fictional nonsense found only in internet novels. In his mind, true hypnosis was fake—at most, it could put someone into a deep sleep, but controlling a person’s speech and actions was scientifically absurd.

Yet, considering the ridiculous, humiliating display he had just performed, the explanation made terrifying sense.

“Don’t be afraid. I harbor zero ill intentions toward you. On the contrary… I am quite fond of you.”

Murong Fanghua leaned closer, her voice turning dangerously soft:

“I won’t strap iron chains around your neck like those barbaric sisters did, nor will I lock you away in a damp basement to be violated by multiple women.”

“You will belong strictly to me. And I will never allow anyone else to lay a single finger on you.”

“No!”

Ye Feng shook his head frantically. He didn’t care about the basement or the collar—and while being violated by multiple women was deeply traumatizing, none of that negated the fact that he loved Mu Yuchen!

Murong Fanghua’s brow furrowed slightly. It seemed soft persuasion wasn’t going to work; she would have to employ a firmer hand. Regardless, she wanted him—his body, his face, and eventually, his complete devotion. She certainly wasn’t going to let his heart remain tied to another woman.

Besides, her earlier medical preparations were about to come into play anyway.

“You should rest properly for now,” she said smoothly, adjusting her coat. “Your cervix was just forcibly dilated earlier today—your body needs time to recover.”

“Cervix…? What… what are you talking about?”

“You don’t know?”

“Should I know?!”

Seeing the utter confusion and shock plastered across Ye Feng’s pale face, Murong Fanghua confirmed that he truly possessed zero understanding of his own anatomy.

“You poor thing… to know so little about your own body, yet be subjected to such reckless abuse by those women.”

To Murong Fanghua, Ye Feng was like a blank sheet of white paper. Yet such a pure, innocent canvas had been ruthlessly torn and dragged through the mud by those three women.

To not even know basic male reproductive biology like cervical dilation… isn’t he just the most adorable little thing?

Meanwhile, Ye Feng felt a cold dread sink straight to the pit of his stomach. The term cervix carried undeniable anatomical implications that even he couldn’t misinterpret.

Connecting the dots only amplified his panic tenfold. A man… giving birth?! That can’t possibly be real, right?!

If it was true… he had been involved with three different women recently. What if he was already pregnant?! Whose child would it even be?! If it was Mu Yuchen’s, he could barely accept it—but if it belonged to one of the other two, especially that psychopath Du Xiaowen, his life would be completely ruined!

No! Absolutely not! He didn’t want to carry a child—how was a grown man supposed to give birth in the first place?!

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