Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 103 She’s Very Soft~

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 She’s Very Soft~

At this moment, a stronger gust of wind came, flipping her umbrella and messing up her hair, leaving her face wet.

Raindrops washed over her face, and on that excessively pale face were embedded a pair of unbelievably clear peach blossom eyes.

The rain was too heavy, and her eyelashes couldn’t help trembling.

Finally, the man with the umbrella walked up to her.

At this moment, [the white carved gate was also opened by someone from inside].

She still couldn’t see his face clearly, but she could hear his consistently cutting baritone voice.

"Aren’t you capable? So proud, yet here you are in the middle of the night begging at my door. Really can’t find it in me to respect you."

Heartless and indifferent, this was the man’s usual attitude toward her.

When a man hates you, even your breathing seems like an error.

Her humble posture at this moment would only make him despise her more.

It didn’t matter anymore.

She never wanted his high regard; she only needed the most basic survival instinct of a human.

As long as he could extend a hand and give her a sliver of hope, she would endure anything.

Thinking this, An Ge looked at the man and said, "What do I have to do for you to show mercy?"

The man, still hidden under the black umbrella, let out a short, cold laugh.

His voice was so cold it pierced her heart and lungs like a sharp blade.

"You should be grateful your parents gave you such a pretty face, right? It’s your biggest asset now. As a woman, if you’re willing to go all out, isn’t it just a matter of saying the word?"

An Ge let go of the umbrella handle, her face full of rain, her eyes exceptionally red.

She looked at him, licked the rain from her lips, and suddenly smiled,

"I used to think you were different from Wu Zhigang or Lee Dahai. Turns out you’re all the same."

The man didn’t look at her again, quickly turning and walking toward the direction of the villa with the umbrella.

An Ge watched his figure quickly vanish into the rain, and finally, she lifted her foot and walked into that hopeless abyss.

She entered the opulent living room, looking at the man with long legs crossed sitting on the sofa, and said, "Where do you plan to start?"

The man lifted his gaze because of her words, his eyes had a rather interested look at her sorry state,

"Even if you are a one-in-a-century beauty, you’re not worth much as you are now, just a damaged flower."

The atmosphere fell into a brief standoff.

An Ge’s fingers at her sides turned white.

She just looked at the extremely wicked man in front of her without speaking, and said, "Is that so?"

She said this.

Her fingers then unbuttoned the first button at her collar, then the second, the third...

The drenched clothes fell away, and her proud figure stood under the light, blindingly pale.

It felt even colder.

Not just on her body, but in her heart too.

She thought, excluding the incident that happened that night in the cellar, this was the first time she presented herself in this way to a man while sober.

Of course, the kidnapping at sixteen happened before she developed a high fever, and she couldn’t recall the details, so that didn’t count.

She actively presented herself to him, only to receive disdainful sarcasm in return,

"I’ve told you, you’re not worthy. Even as a mistress hidden in the dark, you’re not worthy."

Humiliation?

Naturally, it was unbearable disgrace.

An Ge stepped forward boldly and sat in his lap.

She was so cold that when her icy body pressed into his embrace, the man couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Her hand climbed up to his neck, and her voice caressed the main artery at his neck, laden with a mysterious chill,

"Is that so? Isn’t this what you’re after? Stop pretending. This is just a game between adults. Or can’t you handle it?"

Her body was cold, yet her fingers were soft, soft like a breeze caressing his heart.

Young Master Huo pinched her chin, forcing her gaze to only meet his.

His eyes fixed on her for about half a minute before pulling the blanket from the side and wrapping her exposed body firmly,

"It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I’m afraid of the filth."

He said this, then lifted her off his lap and stood up.

He brushed off the places on his clothes that the woman had wrinkled, inserted one hand into his pants pocket, and looked down at the woman,

"I’ve told you, be grateful for those eyes that resemble hers, or you’d already be dead."

He said this, then averted his gaze from her,

"This is my final warning: don’t use the Huo Family’s name to amass wealth recklessly. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting with Xiao Ye, the little master of the Xiao Family. You want to use his resources in this circle to amass wealth, you may have a bit of cleverness.

But have you thought about how much animosity you would provoke by doing this? Just Mrs. Wang’s husband alone, he’s got blood on his hands. People die for wealth, just like birds die for food. Your level of skill against him, are you tired of living?"

He paused, "I don’t oppose you wanting to make money, but using the Huo Family’s name to engage in shady business, I simply won’t allow it!"

Under the warm light, he exuded a natural handsomeness, with a particularly ethereal and otherworldly charm, yet his words stabbed into her heart like a knife.

An Ge’s fingers curled up.

She pursed her lips for a moment, then stood up from the sofa.

She walked up to him, raising her head to look at him,

"Except for premarital pregnancy, whether it’s my face or my body, I dare say in Jingcheng, if I claim second, no one would dare claim first. It’s no exaggeration to say, every man would harbor ill intentions toward me.

Huo Shaoyan, you are a man too, you have reacted to me more than once, can you say, you’re targeting me at every turn because you can’t stop thinking about this piece of meat?"

Huo Shaoyan lowered his eyes to look at her, her eyes were very red, but her gaze was indifferent, almost sarcastic.

His lips turned colder and colder, suddenly he reached out and grabbed her waist, jerked her whole body into his chest.

Quickly, her soft figure seamlessly molded against him.

He pinched her chin, forcing her to raise her head to look at him.

He leaned down, so close that her breath was all his hot breath, that scorching temperature making her heart lose its rhythm.

She heard him say, "Are you so eager to sell yourself?"

An Ge turned her head and pulled her chin away from his painful grip.

Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice low and hoarse, yet restrained, "You forced me."

The man laughed coldly, "I forced you? I provide for you, clothe you in silks and satins, to you, that’s forcing you?"

An Ge burst into laughter.

Such luxurious meals and fine clothes.

Ha, where did he get the nerve to say that?

He really dared to say it!