Chapter 124: Whose Womb Does the Cub Inhabit?

He did not answer me, nor did he move; he didn't even touch me.

I gathered my courage and asked again, "Is this okay? I... I promise I'll be obedient."

Wangchuan stared at me for a long time, then silently got off the bed.

I looked at him in embarrassment. Was he leaving? Was he impatient with me for pestering him... and didn't want to deal with me anymore?

Was he going to find Jiu Yan? She was more docile and would never make anyone angry, right?

But after I had said those things, was he still going to leave?

I felt stiff and aggrieved, wanting to call out to him, but I lacked the courage to let the words escape my lips. What would happen if I did? I had already said them, and after saying them, I had been left here. How humiliating would that be?

But then, Wangchuan stopped at the edge of the bed. With his head bowed, he rested his hand on his shoulder and patted it twice.

Usually, this gesture meant he wanted to carry me on his back, waiting for me to climb up!

So, feeling incredibly insecure, I immediately lunged forward and pressed myself onto his back, not even giving myself time to react!

Clinging to his neck, I squeezed my legs tight to make sure I wouldn't fall, and tears began to stream down onto his neck.

Wangchuan carried me around the bathroom. I watched him through my sobs as he lathered up soap, washed his hands, and then held them up to my nose.

"Does it smell?"

"It stinks." I pouted, clinging to his neck and nuzzling against him.

After washing, Wangchuan carried me back and placed me on the bed. Since I wasn't wearing anything, he pulled the quilt over me and watched me from the side.

I was still clutching the quilt, sobbing; I had cried too hard, and I couldn't stop.

He brushed my cheek, which was wet with tears, my hair matted with them as well. He shook his head and sighed, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Alright, don't cry. It’s all my fault."

Hearing this, just as I had calmed down and was only hiccuping without shedding tears, I burst into tears all over again!

A woman's emotions are truly strange. One cries hard when feeling wronged, but in this situation, the crying becomes even more intense!

I buried my head in his chest, wailing loudly. Everything before me was blurry with tears, and Wangchuan kept wiping my cheeks, trying to dry them.

"Ah, ah—" I let out a sound that was almost like a convulsion. "Don't cry... ugh..."

It was rare to see him at a loss.

I pouted, hiccuping with tremors, yet I still insisted on questioning him.

"Then why did you touch her... are you going to touch her again... *hiccup*..."

"I won't touch her again." His voice was incredibly soft. "I just saw you getting jealous and thought it was endearing, but if you're going to cry like this... then I'm not happy."

"Hmph..." I sniffled, seeing the heartache on his face. "It's good that you're not happy. I was about to die of anger..."

"Alright, I only touched her because seeing you all puffed up with anger was cute." He pinched my cheek, forcing a smile. "I enjoy seeing you like this."

Hearing him say that, I felt even more aggrieved and hiccuped. "I was so angry... and you kept touching her!"

"Didn't I come to hold you?" He kissed my eyes, still very gentle. "And I fed you meat."

"That meat wasn't edible at all, I wasn't full." I hiccuped again. "And I'm very sad! You actually touched someone else..."

"Mm, I won't touch anyone else in the future. Only you. Like this—is this okay?"

He repeated my own words, and one of his hands rested on my chest, teasing me slightly. It made me choke on a hiccup, but I couldn't help but laugh.

"And you're not allowed to let her lick you. Not even your fingers. They are mine."

"Mm." He nodded again. "They are yours."

I felt a little happier then, even though I still couldn't control my tears.

"And you're not allowed to let her rest her head on your knees. That’s my spot."

Wangchuan smiled. "You didn't even like it before."

"I like it now!" I insisted righteously, not caring about whether I could accept kneeling or anything like that. I just had to emphasize: "It's all mine!"

"Haha..." Wangchuan laughed happily. "Alright, alright, it's all yours."

"Are you serious?" I looked at him with some skepticism.

"If you are very obedient," he nuzzled my face, "how could I ever like anyone else?"

Hearing that, I suddenly felt a bit dejected. I wasn't truly obedient.

I felt like I had been spoiled rotten by Wangchuan lately, becoming incredibly possessive. Even now, the teeth marks from where I had bitten his arm earlier were still there, deep and visible.

Pouting, I suddenly realized that Jiu Yan’s kind of submissiveness was something I couldn't learn.

Moreover, her natural cat-like tendency to be clingy and coquettish was something I, a half-human, half-cat, couldn't emulate either.

So I didn't want to learn it... but I really needed to be more careful.

However, I wanted to get everything out in the open. I quickly pulled on Wangchuan, demanding he explain exactly what the deal was with that cat.

Wangchuan explained briefly. She was actually quite old, a thousand-year-old cat demon.

She had been by Wangchuan's side for a long time. Because Wangchuan liked cats, and because she was a purebred cat rather than one who had transformed later, she was deeply favored by him.

And this cat truly adored Wangchuan. For him, there was a difference between a "master" to other cats and a "master" to Jiu Yan.

One was a master of control and command, while the other was a master of affection and pampering. The difference was significant.

Later, because of an incident in the demon realm, there were things she needed to guard, so she left temporarily, leaving her position vacant.

That was why Rebecca had taken over shortly after, becoming the new cat in charge of the group.

After listening, I stared into Wangchuan's eyes. "Have you... have you ever... ever... mated with her..."

"What do you think?" Raising an eyebrow, Wangchuan tossed the difficult question back at me.

"I guess... I guess..." I felt like crying again. "Was it... yes?"

For a long time, Wangchuan said nothing, as if deliberately tormenting me, and asked another question in return.

"If you say yes, then there was."

My head buzzed. "Then what if I say no!!"

"Then there wasn't."

The buzzing continued, a swarm of flies circling my head, making it impossible to think.

"You can't joke about things like this." I shook my head. "If I had men in my past, would you care?"

"Yes," he answered quickly. "But that is not the same thing."

Hearing this, I already had the answer in my heart.

Perhaps there was something, otherwise he wouldn't be muddying the waters, saying there was, then saying there wasn't, then saying it wasn't the same thing.

"Do you trust me?" He held my face, asking with great seriousness.

I nodded quickly, nodding fiercely.

"Then don't let your imagination run wild. If you think too much, what isn't there will become what is."

After hearing Wangchuan's words, I was completely confused. "So, was there or wasn't there..."

My forehead was flicked, and I heard Wangchuan say, "Go to sleep!"

I froze for a moment, then leaned against his chest and shook him. "Master... tell me... tell me."

I began to pester him. The feeling of not getting an answer was driving me crazy; I felt like I was on the verge of a breakdown!

Wangchuan squinted, clearly annoyed, and reached out to pull me into his chest, sighing impatiently.

"Let me ask you, in whose belly is the cub?"

"Mine." I answered clearly and decisively.

"Then what else do you need to ask?"

"I care about the past!" I said through gritted teeth.

"There are quite a few who have had relationships with me in the past. Do you want to ask about each one?"

"No!" I quickly waved my hand. "Just this one!"

If it were anyone else, I really wouldn't care! But this cat was different!

I don't know why! It was a woman's intuition! It was just different! I just didn't want her to have any relationship with Wangchuan!

Not even the slightest bit!

Seeing how stubborn I was, Wangchuan suddenly smiled.

"You haven't finished your jealousy yet."

"It's..." I replied in a low voice. "Who knows if you kept the habits you developed with her—liking to lick, liking to have someone on your knees, watching people wear ears and tails... and ear studs... *sob*..."

Wangchuan frowned, seemingly thinking these were strange theories, but he couldn't delve into them.

Or perhaps, he simply couldn't figure out what was going on in my head at that moment.

As I spoke, I felt even more aggrieved. "Who knows if you're reluctant to let her be pregnant... if you're... afraid she'll be in pain..."