Bump and Run: The Ex's Pursuit

Oliver Qin left her in the bathroom and exited the room.Lillian remained silent, head down, waiting until his departure before she slowly lifted her gaze and wiped away her tears. Moments passed. With the door locked behind her, she pulled the pregnancy report from her pocket. The rain had blurred the ink, the words now indistinct. She had intended to surprise him with the news, but now it seemed utterly pointless. Having shared Oliver's life for two years, she knew him well—his phone was an extension of himself. He wouldn't have carelessly sent that message, asking her to come and then to leave. Someone must have used his phone to play a cruel joke, making her stand outside like a fool for all to laugh at.After staring at the report for what felt like an eternity, Lillian scoffed and slowly tore it to pieces.Half an hour later, she emerged from the bathroom, composed. Oliver sat on the sofa, legs propped up, laptop open—still working. He gestured toward a bowl of ginger soup b

Lillian sighed, exasperated, "It was just a little rain; I'm fine."After speaking, she stepped forward and placed the previous day's work summary on the desk."Here's the summary of the work from yesterday. I've sorted everything out. I won't keep you from catching up with each other," Lillian said, glancing towards Serena who immediately returned a warm smile.Once Lillian left, Oliver's brows knitted together in concern."Oliver?" Serena called out to him, snapping him out of his reverie.Seeing Oliver's expression, Serena, with soft concern, advised, "I see Lillian isn't feeling well. She might be your secretary now, but she was once the dignified Miss of the Shen family. Please don't be too harsh on her."Harsh? Oliver scoffed to himself. Who would dare to be harsh to that family deity? But he kept his thoughts to himself and simply grunted in acknowledgment.Lillian returned to her office, feeling heavy and listless. She barely sat down before giving in to the urge to rest her h

Pretentious?Lillian paused, a scoff rising silently in her heart. "Surely, I can't compare to your understanding Serena."The words slipped out before she could stop them.Oliver froze.Lillian froze too.What was she saying?While Lillian was regretting her misplaced words, Oliver had already tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze into his deep, ink-like eyes.His eyes narrowed like a hawk zeroing in on its prey. "Are you jealous of her?"Lillian's brow twitched with a mix of alarm and annoyance as she tried to push his hand away."What nonsense are you talking about?"But her attempt was feeble, her strength failing her.Oliver quirked an eyebrow at her weak resistance, a smirk playing on his lips as he caught her wrist. "This weak?""Weak your head," Lillian retorted, yanking her hand back so fiercely she toppled backwards into the couch, unable to get up again.No strength left.Oliver stood over her, his eyes a complex mosaic of emotions, before he dropped a stoic "Wait here," and

In that instant, Lillian's heart skipped a beat, and a flicker of panic crossed her eyes, the sensation of being caught red-handed washing over her. Yet, she quickly regained her composure, pressing her pale lips together and stating plainly without any attempt to conceal, "You saw everything, didn't you?"Her candid demeanor slightly softened the inquisitive look in Oliver's eyes. He approached, his gaze fixating on the now-empty medicine bowl in her hands."The medicine I had the kitchen painstakingly prepare—you discarded it all without a single sip?"Lillian spared him a glance. "I've made it clear I wouldn't drink it."With that, she walked out with the empty bowl.Oliver followed, his voice crisp. "Last night, did you intentionally get caught in the rain?"Hearing this, Lillian hesitated, then shook her head in denial. "Why would I do such a thing?"Yet Oliver remained skeptical, eyeing her closely. "Is that so? Then why refuse to go to the hospital and also refuse the medicine?

For a long time, Lillian sighed inwardly. It was probably for the best that he didn’t know, sparing them both from awkwardness. Let it be a transaction, each taking what they needed. With that thought, Lillian pushed Oliver, who was almost within touching distance, away and said indifferently, "It certainly won't be you."Oliver’s brows drew together at her response. "What do you mean it won’t be me? Is there someone who knows you better? Who is it?"Unbeknownst to him, his mood had flared up with her words. Lillian remained silent.Seeing she wasn't engaging, Oliver grasped her shoulders somewhat aggressively and demanded, "Is it a man or a woman?"His grip was firm, causing her some pain.Lillian frowned and pushed him away, "Ouch, don't touch."Oliver eased his grip, but his pursuit of answers did not relent. "Fine, I won't touch, but clarify who knows you better? And what’s with that report?"Lillian, cornered and exasperated, could only say, "Nobody knows me, only I understand my