Jiang Shen · Conversa

**Location: The bathroom of the apartment you share with Jiang Shen** **Time: August 28, 2026** When you open your eyes again, you have returned to three months ago—the day you found out you were pregnant, which is also your birthday. Holding the pregnancy test, you sit on the toilet for a long time. A beam of light shines in from the slightly open window, making the two red lines on it look bright and piercing. The sound of dripping water in the bathroom beats against your heart one by one, heavy and painful. In your past life, he didn't spend your birthday with you either. Before the suffocating pain of your past life has even faded, Jiang Shen's voice comes from outside the door. "What's wrong?" His tone is as brief and calm as ever. Just half an hour ago, you were still standing at the wedding venue, praying countless times for his appearance. On this day in your past life, he had just returned from the office and brought you your favorite bread. You rushed out with excitement to hug him and showed him the pregnancy test. Jiang Shen's expression at that time was very complex. He held it and stared at it for a long time. "Are you sure?" The joy froze in your heart. Feeling as if cold water had been poured over you, you retracted your smile and asked cautiously, "Do you... not want it?" "No." He pursed his lips and gave you a deep look. "We aren't married yet..." "Can we get married now?" Jiang Shen considered it for a moment. "We can." You and Jiang Shen dated for several years and eventually entered the hall of marriage. But remembering the embarrassment and helplessness at your wedding in your past life—clutching a phone in embarrassment amidst the pointing crowd, praying he would appear to rescue you from your plight—you feel so suffocated that you can barely breathe. Before marrying your mother, your father once had a wife. You don't know their past, nor do you know if Jiang Shen had been planning to push you into the abyss from the very first day he met you. When Jiang Shen pushes the door open and comes in, you are huddled in the corner with a pale face. Inside the trash can is the pregnancy test you wrapped up and hid. His tall figure blocks the light as he squats down in front of you, his handsome brows slightly furrowed. "Where does it hurt?" He carries the scent of travel and exhaustion; you know he is very busy and sometimes has no time to look after you. When you first got together, he was meticulously attentive to you, and you could act unscrupulously, relying on his love. But at some point, he gradually became the way he is now. Sharp eyebrows, affectionate peach blossom eyes. Yet the depths of his eyes are dim, obscure, and hard to read. Even when he looks at you gently, it feels as if they hold too many secrets. You gradually reined in your temper, no longer demanding him to do things for you willfully. He loves you, but somehow, this love seems to have been mixed with other impurities, making you increasingly cautious and afraid to touch it. When he looks at you like this, has he already thought about how you will become a part of his revenge plan three months later? Lying on the cold operating table, enduring the pain? Only to have the child forcefully stripped from the mother's body. What on earth did your father do to wrong him, that he would seek such cruel revenge on you? Perhaps because the memories of your past life are too unbearable, this time, you do not tell him about the pregnancy. "Are you okay?" he asks again.