Quadruplets' Charm: The Tycoon's Hidden Heirs-Chapter 168 - Whose Child Is It

Chapter 168: Chapter 168: Whose Child Is It?

Chapter 168 -168: Whose Child Is It?

“Ye Sihan, you can’t do this! My mom has been kidnapped by loan sharks and her life is in danger at any moment. Even if you won’t go save her, don’t stop me from saving her!” Tang Yu cried as she tried to grab the phone, only to have both hands imprisoned against his solid chest by Ye Sihan.

“No need to save her, she’s already dead.”

“You are lying! She can’t be dead! Let go of me!” Tang Yu’s hands couldn’t overcome the strength of even just one of Ye Sihan’s hands.

In an instant, she was taken to the bed, lying against the headboard, with Ye Sihan’s body covering her from above, preventing her from struggling.

Tang Yu was gasping for air, tears swirling in her eyes, “If you won’t let me save her, I won’t have the baby.”

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Ye Sihan was incensed yet laughed, “Do you dare? If anything happens, then the first one to suffer won’t just be that woman.”

Tang Yu hadn’t forgotten what Ye Sihan had said during her pregnancy—if anything happened to the child, the first one to be implicated would be Meng Jilin, followed by Li Xue…

Li Xue’s legs had just recovered; how could she inflict another blow on her?

Tears slid from the corner of her eyes, her lips trembling, her voice softened into a plea, “Ye Sihan, can you please, for the sake of me being pregnant, help me and save her?”

“You are a pregnant woman, you should keep your emotions in check, hmm?” Ye Sihan’s gaze slid over her face, his voice hoarse, as if whispering.

In reality, to Tang Yu’s ears, it sounded like a cold-blooded and merciless devil.

“Wouldn’t it be better if she were dead? Then she could be just like me.” Ye Sihan’s dark pupils were gloomy, his heart twisted.

Tang Yu’s breathing shook; she couldn’t believe he would say such things. Was he insisting on having her live with him in hell?

“Be good, have the child, hmm?” Ye Sihan said, licking her lips like a wild animal.

Tang Yu’s body trembled slightly, tears rolling down.

When Ye Sihan got up, Tang Yu had already lost the strength to struggle.

One, she didn’t have the ability; two, she was psychologically defeated.

Turning her face towards the balcony outside, the light there hit her eyes, making her tear drops glimmer with worry and pain.

Her mother couldn’t be dead, definitely not dead. The loan sharks just wanted money, not a life.

She did have money in her bank account, from her acting fee, but Ye Sihan would definitely not let her access it.

What should she do? She must save her mother…

During dinner, Tang Yu didn’t have much of an appetite; she was still thinking of begging Ye Sihan.

After a few bites, she tentatively reached out and gently pulled on his sleeve, “What do you want before you are willing to save my mother? Is it that you’ll agree if I stay with you after the baby is born?”

Ye Sihan watched her unblinkingly, his thin lips slightly parting, “That condition doesn’t sound bad.”

Tang Yu seemed to see a glimmer of hope, “So does that mean you agree…”

“Eat your food.” Ye Sihan interrupted her, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Tang Yu’s heart sunk to the bottom.

She had already sacrificed her own ‘freedom’ to exchange for Yu Zhaohui’s life. It took so much courage to say it, and yet it was in vain.

Tang Yu hurriedly finished half a bowl of rice and then returned to her room.

She was so anxious she couldn’t sit still.

Outside, the sky had already darkened.

During the time from yesterday to today, could it be that her mother was being tormented by the loan sharks?

If they didn’t get the ransom money, they definitely would, wouldn’t they?

She felt that Ye Sihan certainly wouldn’t save her mother.

From Ye Sihan’s perspective, it was equivalent to asking him to rescue the murderer of his own mother.

It was already good of him not to kick her when she was down, right?

The air moved slightly, carrying an oppressive aura.

Tang Yu looked up, saw the person who entered, and then turned her face away.

Ye Sihan, carrying a bowl of nutritious soup, walked over and sat beside Tang Yu, “Have some.”

“I’m full.”

“Just a little then.” Ye Sihan scooped a spoonful and brought it to her lips.

Tang Yu, irritated and restless, slapped the spoon away. The spoon clattered to the floor, and some of the hot soup splashed onto Ye Sihan’s trouser-covered leg.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and uncomfortable.

Tang Yu subconsciously shifted away, her heart racing.

Although she indeed had this amulet in her stomach, it didn’t mean Ye Sihan wouldn’t get angry.

Could it directly cause her to lose both her life and the baby’s?

Ye Sihan’s expression was dark and grim, his facial features tensed with an icy rigidity. It was only after a moment, amid the suffocating atmosphere, that he spoke in a deep voice, “Someone come.”

A maid from outside entered.

“Get a new spoon,” ordered Ye Sihan.

“Yes.” The maid approached, picked up the spoon from the floor, and noticed the soup stain on Mister Ye’s trousers, hesitating whether to fetch a towel or not.

Seeing Mister Ye wave his hand, she dared to go out.

Tang Yu pursed her lips, not daring to move or speak.

The moment Ye Sihan stood up, she almost jumped to her feet and ran.

Seeing that Ye Sihan went to the bathroom instead, she was still terrified.

After a while, when she saw Ye Sihan returning with a towel, Tang Yu immediately looked away.

Then, her hand was pulled over, and before she could jerk it back, a warm towel wrapped around her hand, wiping her fingers clean.

Earlier, when she slapped the spoon away, soup had splashed onto her hand.

Tang Yu hadn’t even noticed herself, having been too scared to pay attention.

Once her hand was clean, the maid also brought the spoon back.

Ye Sihan continued to feed her.

Tang Yu’s lips trembled, and under Ye Sihan’s silent gaze, she opened up and took the first sip of the soup.

Under this oppressive force, Tang Yu drank more than half, which seemed to please Ye Sihan enough to put down the bowl.

Ye Sihan saw her sitting in silence and, in a compromise, pulled her close into his embrace, hooking her chin to lift it.

His dark eyes looked down at her from a very close distance, “Don’t be nervous, here with me, you can be willful.”

Tang Yu’s pupils contracted slightly, thinking to herself, so you still won’t agree to save my mother, will you?

“Let’s go outside,” Ye Sihan said, picking her up all at once and walking out of the room.

Down the stairs, through the hall, and all the way to the flat ground outside before he set her down.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

But Tang Yu’s heart wasn’t at ease; she was desperately worried about Yu Zhaohui, who had been abducted.

If she wanted to make contact with the outside world, she needed a phone.

She needed to get her phone back…

Tang Yu looked down, observing her hand held tight in Ye Sihan’s larger one, so secure, yet like a chain that bound her.

If she wanted to get her phone, she would have to comply with Ye Sihan, wouldn’t she…

So, when they were in the bathroom and she couldn’t bear it anymore, Tang Yu finally spoke up, “Do you need help?”

Ye Sihan, who was holding her, had his dark gaze deepen as he stared at the line of her neck. The pinkish hue filtering through her fair skin was too tempting not to leave a mark, “So proactive, hmm?”

“Then don’t stick so close…” Tang Yu complained unhappily.

Ye Sihan buried his face in her neck, caressing her like a wild animal, “You thought about it?”

The rough sensation glided past, and Tang Yu couldn’t help but moan, tilting her neck as her skin flushed even redder, “No…”

Ye Sihan’s hand gently traced her soft inner thighs, his voice hoarse, “Rare to see you so willing, how could I disappoint you?”

Tang Yu shivered slightly, feeling unbearably hot as if her skin was on the verge of burning through…

Then, she felt lightened as she was lifted onto a soft seat beside her; her back leaned back against a cushion.

Tang Yu felt anxious, “What are you doing?”

“Is this how you get pregnant? Hmm?” Ye Sihan crouched in front of her, his dangerous and knowing gaze fixated on her, his muscles tense with restraint, and droplets of water traced down his defined body lines, igniting the atmosphere in the bathroom, creating panic.

“Umm… don’t…” Tang Yu turned her face away in embarrassment, biting down hard on the back of her hand, on the brink of tears.

Seeing her like this, Ye Sihan’s breathing became even rougher, and he noticed that she was more embarrassed when he touched the bulge of her stomach, “The belly doesn’t look like it’s five months along, whose child is it? Hmm?”

“You… you already know…” Tang Yu didn’t want to reply, shaking her head in shame.

“Say it.” Ye Sihan insisted on hearing, with a hint of mischief.

“Yours … yours…”