Chapter 81: This Girl Has Trained in Muay Thai

"Qin Chuan, since you've been so honest, I can't keep things from you any longer. In fact, before I learned about this marriage arrangement, I already had a boyfriend, and we have a child together. Since fate won't let us be together in this life, I don't want to wrong my child, so I need to give him a proper status. That isn't too much to ask, is it?"

As she spoke, Long Wuhen kept a close eye on Qin Chuan’s expression, watching as his face gradually grew blank, his breathing becoming more and more rapid.

So Long Wuhen decided to drop the final straw, handing him several lab reports from medical institutions.

She clearly saw his hands trembling as he took the reports, and when his gaze rested on the DNA comparison results, mist filled his eyes. After holding back for a little over three seconds, the tears finally broke free.

Seeing this, Long Wuhen felt a pang of regret—had she gone too far? Anyone faced with their fiancée giving them such a monumental betrayal would likely lose control—rage, fury, shouting, or even violence.

Judging by Qin Chuan’s reaction, Long Wuhen could only describe him as "invincible in endurance"—no shouting, no protest, just silent tears.

In terms of patience and emotional control, Qin Chuan had reached a pinnacle.

"Qin Chuan, you don't need to be sad. I'll have the child call you 'father.' You can treat him as your own..."

Long Wuhen tried to offer 'kind' comfort, hoping to sever any lingering hope that he might fulfill the marriage contract. But before she could finish, she felt her hands grasped firmly.

Long Wuhen's delicate body quivered, a tingling sensation coursing through her, as if electrified. She had never experienced such intimate contact with a man, not even her brother, Long Wudi, for her body's sensitivity made her deeply resistant to men.

"Let me go..."

"No."

Qin Chuan interrupted her again.

Long Wuhen felt the tingling continue; though her will was strong, she couldn’t help but want to moan softly. The worst part was Qin Chuan’s palm gently caressing hers.

"Miss Long, do you know? My ultimate dream is to have a Platonic romance, but my thoughts are bound by tradition, which holds that the greatest filial piety is to leave descendants.

Now I have a ready-made son, so that concern is gone. I should thank your boyfriend; it's thanks to him I can enjoy this perfect life."

Qin Chuan’s tone was sincere, his face utterly genuine, leaving Long Wuhen stunned.

"So his tears were tears of gratitude?"

"Are these forged reports backfiring?"

"How can such a bizarre man exist? He doesn’t seem to be pretending!"

Long Wuhen’s mind raced like a computer, and only after reaching her conclusion did she realize Qin Chuan was gently stroking her hand.

His expression, relishing the touch, seemed to declare a lifelong devotion. Her body trembled again, unsure whether it was fear from the thoughts racing through her mind or the instinctive pleasure from his touch.

"Qin... Qin Chuan, could you please... let go of me?" Long Wuhen’s voice was soft and powerless, utterly different from her earlier robotic calm.

Qin Chuan felt a surge of pride—this little trickster wanted to play games with him, but she was still too inexperienced.

But what delighted him most was Long Wuhen’s extraordinary sensitivity; instinctively, he lightly scratched her palm twice.

"Ah!"

Long Wuhen finally couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Qin Chuan, his suspicion confirmed, was even more thrilled. Such a strong reaction from merely scratching her palm—what might happen if they discussed the harmony of life together?

At this thought, Qin Chuan swallowed hard, especially as he looked at Long Wuhen’s flawless, world-class beauty and perfect figure, the dream of every man.

Long Wuhen caught the look of desire in Qin Chuan’s eyes and realized that escaping this marriage would be even harder. She knew negotiations were necessary, and didn’t believe there was any negotiation she couldn’t win—as long as the price was right.

Qin Chuan had never expected that a man's instinctive reaction could produce such unintended results.

He slowly moved his left hand toward Long Wuhen’s slender waist, but just as he was about to touch her, Long Wuhen snapped out of her trance and, almost reflexively, brought her knee up, striking Qin Chuan’s salute-ready "second general."

"Damn!"

Qin Chuan cursed, retreating in the blink of an eye, barely avoiding a fate worse than death.

"This girl knows Muay Thai!"

Qin Chuan immediately concluded from the precise, powerful knee strike—not only could it cripple the vulnerable area, but any body part struck would likely suffer a fracture.

"Free advantages are never truly free."

Recalling Long Wuhen’s earlier physical response, Qin Chuan was still thrilled, unable to imagine such sensitivity.

Having successfully forced Qin Chuan back, Long Wuhen breathed a sigh of relief. For a fleeting moment, she found herself captivated by the tingling pleasure, which left her embarrassed and mortified.

After Qin Chuan’s antics, her cheeks burned, her flawless face now even more enchanting. Qin Chuan pondered how best to describe her beauty, and decided only "breathtakingly beautiful" would suffice.

The Long family’s bodyguards were stunned. Their young mistress usually seemed as emotionless as a robot, meticulous in everything she said and did. Now, her shy demeanor brought a touch of humanity, making her seem closer and warmer.

But this state vanished in an instant, and Long Wuhen returned to her previous self.

"Mr. Qin, do you know what happened to the last person who tried to take advantage of me?" Long Wuhen asked coldly.

Qin Chuan shook his head.

"His grave is now taller than a man," Long Wuhen replied, expressionless, as if reciting a programmed warning.

Qin Chuan pretended not to understand, mimicking her tone in defense: "We’re engaged. A little intimacy is only natural. I’m simply exercising my rights as a future husband—it’s a family matter. That guy was just a scoundrel; there’s a world of difference between us. How can you compare?"

"Mr. Qin, I suggest you study the laws of the Middle Kingdom. Even if two people are legally married, if one refuses, the other cannot force them. Otherwise, even if it’s... coercion, the law will punish it."

Long Wuhen, like a robot fixing a bug, quickly swapped out the sensitive word for a more proper one.

"Do you believe I have a hundred ways to make it look like you’re the one asking me to take advantage of you?"

Qin Chuan’s smile deepened, as he raised his index finger in a warning. "A hundred ways! Would you like to try?"