She refused to be a puppet controlled by the childbirth system any longer.
That night in the army tent had been a humiliation for him, but it had been torture for her, too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have spent so many nights waking with a start from her dreams.
No matter how one tried to glorify it, the childbirth system's mission couldn't hide the fact that she was nothing more than a tool.
A breeding tool with no choice in the matter.
But she was a living, breathing person with feelings.
According to Ji Qingwu's initial plan, she had wanted to slowly develop feelings with her target. Then, when the time was right and passions ran high, everything would fall into place naturally.
She had wanted to minimize the mercenary nature of this mission, to prevent it from becoming a cold transaction.
But the mission had gone terribly wrong—she'd gotten the wrong man.
To survive, she had abandoned all sense of propriety, abandoned Wei Ting, abandoned her son in his swaddling clothes...
