<h4>Chapter 333: Chapter 333: How exactly did she be pregnant, and whose child is it?</h4>
Seeing that Ji Wei’s expression had softened significantly, Yamamoto Yu couldn’t help but ask, "You... don’t want to call me ’Uncle’?"
Ji Wei fought the urge to make a sarcastic remark, forcing out an awkward yet polite smile. "We’re not that familiar. Calling you ’Uncle’ all of a sudden doesn’t feel appropriate."
"Well, you’ll get used to it over time." Yamamoto Yu insisted.
Ji Wei: "..."
She truly couldn’t figure out what Yamamoto Yu was ying at, so she lowered her head and silently focused on eating. Seeing that she seemed disinterested in him, Yamamoto Yu also fell silent after a few more failed attempts to engage with her.
Ji Wei quickly finished her breakfast and stood up.
"I’m done eating. When can I go see Ji Chuyang?" Ji Wei asked.
Yamamoto Yu looked at the leader of the men in ck, who had been standing by the door of the dining room the entire time. "Beichuan, take Miss Ji to find that Ji kid."
Beichuan acknowledged the order and escorted Ji Wei out of the dining room. His attitude toward her had changed drastically from earlier; gone was the arrogance he had disyed in the apartment.
Beichuan could hardly believe that the woman he brought back was so favored by Yamamoto Yu. He was even more puzzled in his heart. Wasn’t Mr. Yamamoto into mature housewives? Could it be that his tastes had changed?
The two walked along a garden path paved with small white pebbles, eventually stopping in front of a separate vi.
"Miss Ji, Ji Chuyang is staying inside here."
Ji Wei stepped inside without hesitation.
The entire vi was constructed from marble, spacious with numerous rooms. The corridor walls were adorned with famous European medieval paintings, most of them showcasing half-naked women.
That bastard Ji Chuyang! He ran off to Japan and still lived such a luxurious life!
Thinking about how he had mercilessly tried to kill her in her past life and tampered with the cable car in this one, Ji Wei’s anger surged. She could barely restrain herself from storming in and punching him in the face.
As they passed a certain room, Ji Wei paused. From inside, she heard women’s voices—speaking in Chinese.
"Why do you think we’re even here? Sharing a bed with Mr. Ji every night, being tortured with all sorts of tools, we can’t even get a proper night’s sleep!"
"Why? Obviously for the money." Another woman responded. "One night with him earns us more than a week at the nightclub. Lucky for us Mr. Ji doesn’t speak Japanese, or those Japanese women would have snatched him away long ago. We’d never have stood a chance."
"But I still don’t understand Mr. Ji’s particr fetishes. My whole body is covered in bruises because of him, and he insists we wear these revealing three-piece bikinis. I can’t take it anymore!"
"Just bear with it. It’s better than being screwed by him every night. Doing that too often is harmful to your body."
"But my fair, smooth skin... this is just too much! Do you think Mr. Ji might be impotent? Otherwise, why would he go to such lengths to torment us without actually going all the way?"
"Honestly, I’ve started to suspect it. I once secretly saw him doing something to himself in the bathroom..." The woman’s voice trailed off, as if she was leaning closer to whisper to herpanion.
Standing in the hallway, listening to the conversation inside, Ji Wei was utterly shocked.
In her past life, although she was married to Ji Chuyang for three years, the two of them had almost no intimate rtions after the wedding. Of course, that was also because, during that time, she hade to see Ji Chuyang for who he truly was and felt only repulsion and disgust toward him.
She only remembered one particr night when Ji Chuyang had drugged her wine. The drug’s effects had been so potent that her entire memory of what happened afterward was a blur. But shortly after that, she had be pregnant.
So, Ji Wei had never doubted Ji Chuyang’s abilities in that regard.
If what those two women said was true, then how had she be pregnant? And whose child was it?