Chapter Eleven: I Become a Maternity Nurse

Protagonista de drama cruel? Eu rasgo o roteiro e toda a família do marido canalha se ajoelha Mamãe de aparelho 2836 words 2026-08-05 04:20:13

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Wen Yan didn’t even know how she got home; she was dazed all the way, and when she reached the door, she practically stumbled in, collapsing heavily onto the floor. Her heart was pounding wildly. The fiery, chaotic fragments from last night kept invading her thoughts, and she avoided reflecting on the details of what had happened.

“Wow, a brave soul who spent 2,500 buying a night of pleasure, and you’ve already slept—what’s there to be so nervous about?” The system’s electronic voice started teasing her sarcastically.

“Now you regret it? I thought you’d just have a few drinks, but you really went all out!”
“I always thought my host was a study machine, never imagined you could be so wild...”
“Shut up! Stop talking! I’ve been single all my life for 27 years, it’s normal to have desires... Besides, there was a place for it, isn’t that what it’s for? And I... I didn’t break any laws.”
“Stop it! I swear I won’t drink that much again!” Wen Yan buried her burning face into the sofa cushion.
“Quick! Is there any medicine to make me forget? To erase those shameful voices from my head! Ahhh!”
“No! Only a sobering pill, to help you vividly relive every detail. Want some? You can clearly remember every move you made last night, isn’t that wonderful~?”
“Enough, host. We’re all adults here; it’s normal to have desires. You just slept with a prostitute, no loss to you. Judging by the physique, he was probably top-notch as well... If I had the permission to see, I’d at least have a look at that man’s face.” The system, observing Wen Yan’s state, offered some token consolation.

Wen Yan banged her head repeatedly against the sofa’s edge, her mind filled with his voice.

“Sis~ Does he have a better figure than me? Does he have what I have? I’m talking about your husband.”

Wen Yan howled like a tortured soul, her ears burning red. Not only had she slept with a man, but she hadn’t even seen his face clearly—she had blacked out.

At this moment, the system displayed last night’s reward points to comfort Wen Yan: “Host, calm down, I’ve added reward progress points for you, see!”

“Retaliation against Li Jingyan reward: progress 7%...”
Wen Yan’s mind went blank: “There are reward points for this too?”

“In a way, yes. You gave the male lead a green hat—it's a form of harm and revenge against him, so you get reward points,” the system explained slowly.

“Hahaha! That’s great! That works! I only did it to complete the task, not because I’m lecherous!” Wen Yan found an excuse to console herself.

“No! Host, you’re not only secretly lustful, you’re outright lecherous! Don’t believe me? I’ll give you the sobering pill to savor the memory carefully!”

“Savor my ass! Thanks, but no thanks!” Wen Yan closed her eyes, unwilling to accept the truth.

Suddenly, her phone rang. The four words “Dear Husband” on the screen instantly calmed her, all the swirling thoughts faded, and she quickly regained clarity.

She took a deep breath and answered, her voice hoarse from just waking up:
“…Hello?”

“Where are you?” Li Jingyan’s voice was as impatient as ever, almost like an order.

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Wen Yan’s heart raced; after all, a guilty conscience always feels exposed. She wondered if he had discovered something. Before she could answer, Li Jingyan gave another command.

“I’ve sent you the address. Pack up and move over here.”

“Move over? Why?” Wen Yan asked, confused.

“Xiao Yan is discharged from the hospital. You’re coming to take care of her during the postpartum period,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it were the most natural thing.

“Didn’t we agree on this? Hurry before I lose my temper. I have to go back to the company this afternoon; I can’t wait for you long,” he kept pressing when Wen Yan didn’t respond.

A cold glint flashed in Wen Yan’s eyes, but her voice remained gentle:
“Oh