surge of terror surged through An Chuchu as she bolted back to her room.

(Preserving the urgent, panicked tone with "bolted")

Flipping back the blanket, she spotted a small note and a thick wad of cash neatly placed atop the crimson-stained sheets—the very evidence of her transformation from girl to woman.

(Combining sensory details with cultural metaphor translation)

Her trembling fingers unfolded the note—

"Woman, your scent is exquisite. If the money's not enough, you know where to find me."

(Direct translation of the provocative message)

At the bottom, an ostentatious phone number ending in six eights.

(Highlighting the flashy nature of the digits)

The handwriting was wildly unrestrained, bold and commanding—a man who wore arrogance like armor.

(Translating the visual impression of the writing style)

An Chuchu crumpled the note in her fist, glaring at the money on the bed.

"Damn that man—does he think I'm some streetwalker?!"

(Conveying her humiliation in colloquial terms)

---

Never had she felt such degradation. What was happening? How had she ended up in bed with a stranger?

(Maintaining the stream-of-consciousness questioning)

From outside, Meng Ting and An Shan entered, freshly groomed. An Shan's eyes locked onto the bloodstains, then swept over An Chuchu's exposed skin—

"Ah!! Chuchu, you've been deflowered!"

(Direct translation of the shocked exclamation)

"What?!"

Meng Ting lunged forward, eyes raking over her body until he spotted the love bites on her collarbone. His fingers dug into her shoulders.

"Who? Who touched you?!"

An Chuchu gave a stiff, bitter laugh, forcing down the agony in her chest.

"What does it matter now?"

Jealousy made Meng Ting's breathing ragged as he growled,

"Chuchu, how can you sound so... distant? We're getting engaged tomorrow!"

"Tell me who he was!"

"I don't know. Doesn't matter anymore." She shoved his hand away.

(Preserving her emotional numbness)

At this moment, he still had the nerve to mention their engagement?

"It's over between us."

Meng Ting's eyes burned red as he fell silent, unable to accept it.

"You're calling off the engagement?" An Shan gasped, shock masking the gleam of triumph in her eyes.

An Chuchu laughed bitterly at the absurdity of it all—a soap opera plot come to life.

"No need to cancel. Just switch grooms, right?"

"Switch?! An Chuchu, how can you be so casual about this?" Meng Ting's voice cracked with disbelief.

(Capturing his heartbreak through vocal description)

What else could she say? "Wrong bed" wasn't as simple as "wrong character."

What's done was done.

"Congratulations."

She turned away, forcing back tears.

---

Two months later, Gynecology Department.

"Next, An Chuchu!"

She walked in calmly, sitting across from the doctor.

"Name?"

"An Chuchu."

"Missed period?"

"Over a month."

"Symptoms?"

"Nausea, vomiting after eating."

After the questionnaire, the doctor handed her a blood test form.

"Doctor, my cycle's always irregular... And it was our first time... The chance shouldn't be high, right? I took a pregnancy test—just one line. Maybe I shouldn't be here?"

(Translating her medical naivete naturally)

The doctor shot her an impatient look.

"Since when does 'first time' mean 'can't get pregnant'? Are you here for fun or real treatment? Unprotected sex means risk. A missed period plus symptoms? Could already have a heartbeat!"

(Conveying the doctor's exasperation)

Shaken, An Chuchu went for the blood draw.

When results came back, she stared at the astronomical hCG level on the report.

Diagnosis: Early pregnancy. Recommendation: Ultrasound confirmation.

The ultrasound image showed a tiny black dot.

"Congratulations, we hear a heartbeat. Your slender build means you'll likely feel movements in a month—like little tadpoles swimming..."

Clutching the report in the taxi, An Chuchu fixated on that dot, her head pounding.

This joke was way too cruel.

Pregnant? With that stranger's child?! After just one time??

Remembering his extraordinary stamina that night... maybe it wasn't impossible.

An Chuchu wore a miserable expression. Damned beast.

And her own stupidity—taking emergency contraception immediately could've prevented this.