Chapter 3 The Hen That Doesn't Lay Eggs

kfast. You stay and have breakfast before going to work." 。""Half Moon" 。" Qin Jingwen hurriedly stopped Ban Yue, she was afraid that Ban Yue's actions would be described by Qiao Shunchen as a means...Forty minutes later, the man did arrive.

This time, Qin Jingwen was very obedient. She didn't wait for the man to order her before taking off her clothes and lying on the bed. She thought that only by being gentle enough could she give the man a chance.

After the passion subsided, Qin Jingwen's two hands tightly embraced the man, forcing him to stay on her body.

"I want to go out, I can be back in an hour."

Qin Jingwen's calm words instantly enraged the man, who grabbed her arm out of the blue and flung it away forcefully.

"Ah..."

Qin Jingwen cried out in pain, the man's grip on her arm was directly on her wound.

The man paused then quickly got up.

"You can leave, but pay me back immediately."

"You..."

Qin Jingwen wanted to get angry, but she quickly calmed down.

"My phone is broken, I can't contact my family. I'm afraid they won't be able to find me and I'll have to report it to the police, which will cause you trouble too. I'm going out to make arrangements..."

Qin Jingwen's voice grew softer and softer, because that ruthless man had already quickly walked out.

Her own plans failed, and she began to feel anxious again.

Half an hour later, to Qin Jingwen's surprise, the maid brought her a new phone.

The boss said, "If you have anything that can be resolved by phone, do it."

After making the phone arrangements, Qin Jingwen's first action was to contact the nurse and transfer 200,000 yuan for medical expenses to the hospital.

She then contacted the family of the deceased involved in the accident, however, the deceased's family refused to negotiate with her as all matters had been handed over to the victim's rights agency for handling.

After Qin Jingwen received the injured person's phone number, she called the injured person.

"Hello, I'm Qin Jun's eldest daughter. I apologize for the delay in contacting you, my father..."

"Get to the point."

Another cold man.

"Alright, I'll contact you about the compensation issue. Our family is currently..."

Three million dead, two million of mine, and one million in vehicle damage.

Qin Jingwen instantly plummeted to the bottom when she heard these massive numbers.

"Sir, aren't these a bit too much They add up to six million, I can't afford that much."

"Don't bargain with me, you have no right."

But I really can't afford that much money. My family is bankrupt now, father…"

Qin Jingwen's words had to stop, because the phone call had already been hung up.

After hanging up the phone, she looked utterly dejected. Her future seemed bleak, with no clear solution to how she could possibly come up with six million.

The man was truly serious. The following night, he returned to the dark bedroom. He caressed her smooth skin, feeling the woman's unfamiliarity beneath him, and his passion grew stronger.

Suddenly, he felt something unusual on Qin Jingwen's soft abdomen, something that didn't feel like flesh and skin. His hand paused there.

Qin Jingwen quickly spoke up.

"Scars, for saving someone who couldn't walk properly."

Qin Jingwen wryly raised the corners of her mouth. She didn't explain, this man must have thought she had done some unspeakable surgery.

Save someone

The man continued, his warm palms traveling downwards...

The days of close contact have been too much for Qin Jingwen to bear. She lies limply on the bed, watching the man who is about to leave her again in the darkness. Qin Jingwen lowers herself.

"Thank you for your phone. I will return it to you after the transaction is complete."

The man is still the same man, as cold as ever, leaving without any response.

A week later, Qin Jingwen passed her ovulation period. The man was gone, and she no longer had to live in the dark room every day. She could come and go freely, but a maid always accompanied her.

To her delight, her younger sister Qin Jingyi finally woke up, but the sister was now suffering from severe anxiety disorder, which cast a dark cloud over the glimmer of hope Qin Jingwen had just felt.

Such a sister can't go to school and needs someone to take care of her. The treatment also costs a lot of money, and she needs to see a psychologist. This is undoubtedly adding insult to injury.

Leaving her sister's ward, Qin Jingwen wanted to see her mother. The maid answered the phone and handed it to her.

"The boss's."

Qin Jingwen took the phone with a puzzled look.

"I..."

"I'm going to the villa tonight to get ready."

The man spoke domineeringly.

"Today is not ovulation day, we didn't make that agreement."

Qin Jingwen resolutely refused.

"I'll pay you extra."

“......”

Qin Jingwen smiled wryly. Wouldn't she be a full-fledged prostitute like this However, she desperately needed money, didn't she

"Fifty thousand at a time."

The man hung up the phone, Qin Jingwen's eyes brimming with tears.

Just like that, Qin Jingwen would have an income of about 50,000 yuan every day.

When the man came, it was already past eleven at night. It wasn't different from their previous intimate encounters; it was just a release of his potent hormones, a desire to sow his seed.

After the final push was over, Qin Jing couldn't help but hug the man sprawled on her.

"Stay a little longer, it's only five minutes until midnight."

After days of pain, Qin Jingwen could no longer see any hope or feel any warmth. The only thing that made her feel warm was the man's body.

At this moment, she felt especially wronged and all she wanted was for him to stay with her for five minutes.

Man's reaction made Qin Jingwen feel disappointed again. He disgustingly rejected Qin Jingwen and then got up.

Put away your desires, you don't deserve them.

"Desire What desire do I have It's my birthday, all I want is someone to spend these last five minutes with me. How did this become about desire"

In the darkness, Qin Jingwen shouted at the man's leaving back, and after his figure disappeared, she cried softly.

Tragedy struck again, as Qin Jingwen's mother finally passed away.

Qin Jingwen wept silently in the dark room, her heart-wrenching sobs reaching the ears of the man outside the door.

The crying was the same as the sound that had stopped him in his tracks at the hospital that day. The man's brow furrowed, unable to step into the bedroom.

The next morning, Qin Jingwen was woken up by the maid.

"Miss, I'm here to confirm if you have your period"

"Yes, she came yesterday. Let's go to the bathroom and check."

Qin Jing's eyes were red and swollen, pain and heartbreak evident on her face.

After confirming, the maid left. A few minutes later, she returned, her face a mask of cold disdain, as if Qin Jingwen had done something incredibly shameful.

"The boss said, 'A hen that doesn't lay eggs is useless. The contract is terminated, and the advance payment is yours.' "

A hen that doesn't lay eggs

Ten months later.

Qin Jing still heard the words "a hen that doesn't lay eggs" in her ear. Ironically, she was now holding her one-month-old baby in front of the gate of that villa on the mountaintop.

She was familiar with the villa, but not the man.

With a last, lingering glance at the baby in her arms, Qin Jingwen finally pressed the doorbell.

It was still the maid with a mocking look on her face who greeted her.

Though the maid was surprised by Qin Jingwen's sudden appearance with a child in her arms, she immediately contacted her employer.

"Your boss asked you to wait for him in that bedroom, just like before, you can't see him. Give me the child, we need to do a parental identification."

"Don't worry, I know the rules. But I won't give the child to you, I can only give him to him."

Qin Jingwen said disdainfully, she would not casually give her child to others.

After Qin Jingwen finished speaking, she directly took the child into that dark and cold bedroom.

Putting the sleeping child in bed, Qin Jing looked at his fair skin and round face, her heart filled with reluctance.

"Baby, Mommy is sorry. Mommy had no choice, don't blame Mommy."

Repeatedly apologizing to the child, she looked carefully at every inch of the child's body. She wanted to imprint everything about the child into her memory. This would be the last memory the child left her with.To respond to the national clean network action, this chapter content is currently under review. ~