My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion
Chapter 163 - 143: Do You Have to Have a Child?

Chapter 163: Chapter 143: Do You Have to Have a Child?

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"Because you like me!

Damn you, Chen Zunming, just because you like me!"

Such a commanding presence, like lightning crashing down.

She stood on tiptoe, grabbed his collar, brimming with intensity. Who could imagine, in the days to come—the very same person who could command thirty-six flying swords at once, slaughter the Heavenly Dragon of the Eight Eastern Sea Divisions, and intimidate the Sword Master of Spring and Autumn across the four seas—had once shouted at a man simply, "Because you like me."

For just that moment, the heavens and earth seemed solitary, leaving only snow falling, drifting down onto the two of them.

Previously indecisive, her words caused Chen Yi to suddenly relax and start laughing. He took half a step closer.

Min Ning did not retreat in the slightest; she stubbornly clenched his collar, glaring fiercely at him with crossed feet.

Her cheeks were already flushed, unclear whether from embarrassment or anger. Regardless, she refused to let go of his collar, her stance carrying a hint of rebellious youthful arrogance.

"Why say such words?"

Chen Yi asked with a smile,

"These words are rather charming, did you know that?"

As he spoke, his hands began to wander boldly over her body, sometimes brushing against the defined abs below her stomach trained from martial hardship, sometimes sliding along her firm but soft thighs...

Like petals scattering, an ambiguous tension lingered between the two.

"I’ll say whatever I want,"

Noticing his shameless wandering, Min Ning defiantly spat out her words without lowering her head.

Chen Yi’s smile grew even more amused. Of course, he liked Min Ning’s personality.

This was different from his feelings for Yin Tingxue, or Zhou Yitang... Chen Yi looked at her and saw her hair covered in a thin layer of drifting snow, resembling delicate apricot blossoms.

White apricot blossoms in spring, thoughts of spring outings, spring wandering...

As his large hands roamed over her, Min Ning’s heart thumped wildly under her chest wrap. She wanted to break free but feared that doing so would make him look down upon her. Her body grew hotter by the moment, torn between fury and bashful strength as she faced him, seemingly ready to punch him away.

For someone like Chen Yi, who had long mastered the art of tormenting others, his cunning made little work of breaking those he toyed with. Min Ning, however, was unaccustomed to such contact, growing increasingly unsettled.

And so, she did something quintessentially Min Ning.

Suddenly, Min Ning swung her foot into the crook of Chen Yi’s knee.

Caught off guard, Chen Yi’s knee buckled instantly, bending down. He, who was taller than Min Ning moments ago, now found himself abruptly under her gaze. She sneered coldly, and under the swirling snow, leaned in aggressively to kiss him.

Spring outings, apricot blossoms scattered in the wind...

Who is that dashing youth on the village path?

Min Ning kissed him forcefully and harshly, venting all her frustrations upon him. The snowflakes continued falling, whitening the space between them.

Chen Yi wrapped his arms around her waist.

As time passed, a snowflake landed on her forehead, waking Min Ning from her trance, and she quickly pushed Chen Yi away.

She touched her lips and realized they were slightly swollen and sore.

Min Ning wiped furiously, lowering her gaze to find her clothes almost disheveled. Her face grew even redder.

Chen Yi didn’t rush to wipe his lips but instead looked at the still-embarrassed Min Ning with a playful smile.

"This isn’t enough,"

Chen Yi said casually.

If Min Ning wanted to give herself to him, there was no reason for him to stop halfway.

Min Ning nodded slightly, then turned away to look at Chen Yi and asked hoarsely:

"Will you... will you spare my sister just once?"

"Oh?"

"Don’t you dare deny it!"

Chen Yi scratched his head upon hearing this, then chuckled:

"What if I don’t deny it? Besides, you haven’t even given yourself to me. How can you start making bargains?"

From the moment she kissed him, he made up his mind—no matter what Min Ning wanted, debts and grievances were inevitable. Min Ming would still need to face his wrath.

As for whether this made him a vile person, Chen Yi didn’t care.

A man must be ruthless. Without a touch of monstrosity, how could he conquer the Purple Palace?

Min Ning didn’t know his thoughts, only thinking he would agree. She stared at him, her voice softening after a long silence:

"Actually... I have an idea."

"What idea?"

Chen Yi was genuinely curious about what she might suggest.

"Since you want... revenge against my sister,"

Min Ning bit her lip and said:

"Then I’ll figure out a way to bring her home, let her sleep in a small room without knowing anything, and then we... we..."

Chen Yi’s expression turned strange, as if restraining a laugh, his mind flashing through the term "misconduct."

"Say it—do you agree or not?"

Seeing his silence, Min Ning asked, her tone sharp.

"Interesting,"

Chen Yi replied, naturally not opposing such a plan.

And he certainly wouldn’t let that courtesan off so easily.

Min Ning exhaled slightly, murmuring:

"Alright... then let’s let you... ruin me when the time comes."

Min Ning proposed this plan for her sister’s sake. Her sister had plotted against her and their grandfather, hoping Chen Yi would settle accounts directly with Min Ning to protect her sister. But Min Ning thought, if her sister could plot against her, why couldn’t she turn the tables?

Even if it meant allowing him to destroy her, she couldn’t bear to see him ruin her sister.

This was a small, selfish thought from a loyal and principled young hero.

Chen Yi looked at Min Ning and grinned wickedly:

"I agree, but now that things have come this far, it seems insufficient not to do something more."

"What... what do you want to do?"

Min Ning finally took a step back.

Chen Yi didn’t answer, only staring at her hand.

..................

Returning home, reflecting on Min Ning’s embarrassed and angry expression, Chen Yi let out a satisfied breath.

His mood was excellent.

Recently, during his moments of displeasure, he refrained from bullying Yin Tingxue, wanting to treat her a bit better. Conversely...

Chen Yi removed his outer clothes, unbuckled his sword, and walked slowly to the bedroom.

Unexpectedly, Yin Tingxue was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing her eyes.

"It’s so late—why not sleep longer?"

Chen Yi looked at her and smiled:

"Are you savoring the taste?"

Yin Tingxue shivered. Even now, she couldn’t get used to such lewd remarks. In fact, she had once been so upset she bit him on the shoulder, only to be tormented harder in response. Only soft pleading would slow him down; she could never outlast this terrifying man.

"...I just woke up to relieve myself,"

Yin Tingxue whispered, tiptoeing toward the inner side of the bed.

She didn’t want to provoke him; being tormented late at night was far too frightening.

After undoing his robes, Chen Yi approached the bed. Yin Tingxue hesitated before carefully lifting the blanket, inviting him:

"Come sleep."

Chen Yi naturally wouldn’t refuse. He climbed in, his large hands immediately pulling her into his embrace. Her body stiffened slightly under his touch.

As she squirmed uncomfortably, she wished he would let go, though there was no escape. The two were wrapped warmly under the covers.

Yin Tingxue’s slight movements to retreat brought her back flush against his chest. She curled up as much as possible, trying neither to lean forward nor press against him.

But Chen Yi couldn’t care less about these subtle evasions. He brazenly held her close, inhaling the mild fragrance of her hair.

Yin Tingxue had no choice but to yield, relaxing as much as possible to let him hold her without resistance.

"It’s snowing outside,"

After some time, Chen Yi spoke. He knew her name contained "snow."

Yin Tingxue responded softly,

"I can hear it."

Her reply was lukewarm, not wanting to engage in much more conversation. Chen Yi poked her waist softly, making her stiffen and let out a faint whimper. She turned her head slightly, her eyes full of grievance and confusion.

"Why did you poke me..."

"Because I wanted to."

On the subject of teasing her, Chen Yi always acted on impulse. Furthermore, she had previously tried to escape halfway.

Faced with his unreasonable attitude, Yin Tingxue swallowed her grievance and stayed docile, squirming uneasily.

Lying in bed, she remained wide awake for a long time.

"That alchemical book—you should stop reading it." A voice came from behind her.

Yin Tingxue flinched, her gaze dimming, unable to voice her thoughts:

"I’m only checking it out."

"Oh?"

Hearing Chen Yi’s tone grow colder, Yin Tingxue quickly added:

"If you don’t want me to read it, I won’t."

"That’s good. Remember this: medicine is harmful, and contraceptive pills and decoctions have always been bad for the body."

Not clarifying things outright would leave the little fox clinging to hope. Chen Yi warned, his tone sinister:

"If you dare refine those contraceptive pills again... I happen to know of several stimulating concoctions in that book."

Yin Tingxue shuddered, caught between fear and shame.

The room fell silent. She didn’t reply, except for the slight trembling within his grasp.

"If there’s a child, what name should we give it?"

Chen Yi asked nonchalantly.

Yin Tingxue hesitated for quite a while before responding in a muffled voice:

"Do we have to have a child..."

"You’ve been so obedient, so why not be a little more obedient?"

Chen Yi replied, completely unreasonable.

"I don’t want to get pregnant."

After a long pause, she murmured timidly.

Turning toward him, Yin Tingxue looked at him with sad, pleading eyes and said softly:

"I... I’m scared."

Chen Yi didn’t respond immediately, only smiling with mockery. He didn’t really desire a child; he just didn’t want Yin Tingxue harboring any thoughts of resisting such a fate.

Snow scattered outside the window as Yin Tingxue clung to him, her voice trembling softly:

"I’ve obeyed you so much already—can’t I just disobey you in this one matter?"

Chen Yi took a deep breath, his hands caressing her waist, grinning:

"Yin Tingxue, have I not punished you enough today? Didn’t you suffer enough?"