Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  “Is that so?” Shen Manting slammed her chopsticks down firmly. “Is this a decent way to talk to me?”


  Shen Luo’an threw a glance at her chopsticks and said coldly with a darkened expression, “Do you have to hurl such words at me?”


  His blood began to boil.

  His whole body seemed to be fuming as his angry eyes glared at her.

  Shen Manting stared at Shen Luo’an. She couldn’t help it – she instinctively saw the man in front of her as the man who once regarded her as a submissive doormat and sexual plaything.

  In a sarcastic tone, she said with a sneer, “So…… this is indeed the real Shen Luo’an.”


  Shen Luo’an squinted his eyes. “What do you mean?”


  “You’ve been putting up a pretense for an entire month. Aren’t you tired of faking?” Shen Manting stood up to leave.

  Shen Luo’an grasped her hand and said, “No matter what your choice is, I’ve decided to keep the baby. I wouldn’t have stayed here to play family games with you this long for nothing!”


  Shen Manting felt as if her heart had been stabbed. She flung his hand away with a cold look.

  But she couldn’t escape his grasp. Shen Luo’an gripped her hand even tighter.

  “You’re finally showing your true colors, aren’t you?” Shen Manting gritted her teeth and looked at him with a burning gaze. “You can’t pretend anymore, can you? Is the face under the mask finally showing? You’ve only stayed for so long because of Little Moon, for the sake of your son!”


  She started to raise her voice, startling Little Moon from his cozy nap.

  The infant awoke with a jerk and began to wail.

  “Shen Manting!” Shen Luo’an glanced in the infant’s direction and threw her off balance. “Watch your tone. I’ve been accompanying you and the baby for the past month!”


  “Hah!” Shen Manting staggered backward. “Such noble intentions. Do you really think I’ll believe you?”


  “Shen Manting,” Shen Luo’an clenched his fists as he attempted to control his anger. He inched forward step by step and said, “I’m not merely staying for the sake of the child. I’ll marry you if you wish.”


  “To hell with you!”


  Shen Manting roared. Like a threatened porcupine, she felt her whole body tense up, ready to attack any second.

  “I would rather marry a dog than you. You’re a pervert who rapes and humiliates your own sister!”


  Shen Luo’an clenched his teeth. He howled back, “Will you stop this nonsense? You know very well we’re not related in any way!”


  “As if we’re unrelated,” Shen Manting scoffed. “That’s why you have no qualms confining me and raping me every day for so long without any guilt.”


  Those days were a living hell.

  She was almost blinded by the Shen Luo’an she had known all this while.

  But Shen Luo’an would ultimately remain true to himself.

  He showed his true colors once she provoked him a little.

  Everything he did was a plot to conceive the child.

  Shen Manting’s lips twitched and her eyes turned misty.

  Tears began to stream down her cheeks. She felt as though a hole had been drilled in her heart. She laughed dryly and said, “So that’s how we had him.”


  She pointed a finger at the child.

  “Where did that little bastard come from? No one knows better than you, Big Brother.”


  Bastard.

  That provocative word Shen Manting uttered made Shen Luo’an’s hairs stand on end.

  He couldn’t believe it. He looked at Shen Manting as if she was out of her mind.

  The way she mockingly addressed him as “Big Brother” felt like a hard slap in his face.

  The infant was crying loudly, as though he sensed his mother’s merciless contempt.

  Shen Luo’an lunged toward Shen Manting, grabbed her by the arm, and hurled her in the direction of the infant.