Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 118 President Huo Feels an Itch, Falls into Temptation~

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 President Huo Feels an Itch, Falls into Temptation~

She was referring to the fact that not only did Young Master Huo pay for her expenses, but he had also carried her out of the private room.

As she spoke, she looked up.

The man looked displeased.

She ignored it and continued, "But President Huo, your wedding is approaching. If we keep getting so entangled like this, what position do you intend to place me in?"

While speaking, An Baoying’s phone rang.

Huo Shaoyan answered her call, "What is it?"

An Baoying detected the impatience in his tone and spoke cautiously, "I... I just wanted to ask if you got home safely?"

Huo Shaoyan answered irrelevantly, "Haven’t married me yet, and you already want to control me?"

An Baoying was terrified, "I... I wouldn’t dare."

Just as she finished speaking, the man heartlessly cut off her call.

This time, An Baoying, in a fit of anger, completely smashed her phone to pieces.

Watching her reaction, Bai Meilan said, "Baoying, have you even listened to what I said? You know very well what Young Master Huo’s attitude towards you is. If it weren’t for the fake pregnancy, do you believe he would even glance at you? If you want to climb up to the position of Mrs. Huo, you have to listen to me."

An Baoying was so angry that tears fell from her eyes.

She looked at the steaming bowl of bird’s nest porridge in front of her, resisting it with all her might, "But, I don’t want to eat this spiked bird’s nest porridge anymore. Mom, if I keep eating this stuff, it will kill me. Eat too much of this, and I’ll end up with a uterine contraction and will never be able to have my own children in this life..."

Bai Meilan interrupted her, "You can’t get the wolf if you spare the child. Think about your Mrs. Huo seat; what’s the big deal if you can’t have children? Life is short anyway; just living happily is enough. Many young people nowadays are choosing to live as DINKs. Mom just wants you to be happy; nothing else matters."

Hearing Bai Meilan say this, An Baoying gritted her teeth and downed the bowl of bird’s nest porridge in one go.

After finishing, she said, "How long do I still have to eat this rubbish?"

Bai Meilan responded, "How can you call it rubbish? I spent a fortune to buy it from the black market! And had it specially prepared by a servant over a slow fire to make it more palatable. Baoying, for the sake of your future, you must endure it."

An Baoying was overwhelmed with jealousy and couldn’t calm herself, "The fifteenth is my engagement party with Young Master Huo. I’m worried that An Ge, that bitch, will ruin my plans..."

Bai Meilan patted her hand to reassure her, "Don’t worry, on the fifteenth she’ll be too busy to sabotage your engagement. Trust me."

Hearing this, An Baoying’s eyes lit up, "Mom, why are you so certain?"

Bai Meilan smirked, "Because that day, she’ll be occupied mourning her mother. She won’t have the time."

An Baoying’s eyes widened, "Are you saying her mother will die that day..."

...

Meanwhile, An Ge stared at the phone that Huo Shaoyan had hung up and asked once again, "President Huo, you keep getting ambiguously involved with me, what exactly do you intend? What position do you want to put me in?"

A man breaking the rules for a woman once or twice usually meant either he liked her or she was his prey.

The former was because of love, the latter was because of interest.

Love could be exclusive; interest was broad and could change at any time.

An Ge wanted to know which category she belonged to.

But the man quickly threw the question back at her, "Where do you think you belong?"

An Ge took a step closer to him, raising her small face, and fixed her gaze on him, saying, "Frankly, President Huo is handsome and wealthy, the ideal type that all the socialites in Jincheng want to marry. President Huo frequently comes to my aid and it’s hard not to be moved.

But I know my place. Women like me, who are terribly flawed, can’t even hope to match President Huo, let alone expect an ordinary man to consider marrying me. In Bai Meilan’s eyes, women like me are only fit to marry some old widower..."

Huo Shaoyan frowned and interrupted her, "I’m asking about yourself."

An Ge’s heart fluttered slightly, and she managed a smile, "Me? I already said it last night, I won’t be the third party. If you want to play with me, then give me the position of Mrs. Huo. Give me the position, and you can play however you want. Once you’re tired of it, I’ll return the position of Mrs. Huo to you."

"You’re daydreaming!"

The man looked at her for a while, and that was the judgment he passed on her.

An Ge’s eyes dimmed.

She lowered her head again.

So everything Xiao Chaofeng said was nonsense, about clinging to his golden thigh—how easy was his golden thigh to cling to?

She wanted to pry An Baoying away but couldn’t.

Forget it.

It was her unrealistic wish.

Greed was the original sin.

It was her greed that made her desire him.

After staying silent for a while, she lifted her head, and her gaze was quiet once more, "Then, if that’s the case, we should keep a proper distance. In the future, if you have any tasks for me, please have Assistant Qin contact me. We should best avoid direct contact."

The man’s voice was cold, "As you wish."

An Ge acknowledged him with a faint sound and turned to leave.

The streetlights stretched her departing silhouette into a long shadow, leaving her utterly alone in the early winter’s deep night.

Qin Lang watched her retreating figure with confusion and turned to the somber-faced Huo Shaoyan, "Sir, weren’t we here to pick up Ms. An Ge?"

Huo Shaoyan said, "She’s just an ungrateful wretch who gets more brazen the more she’s indulged. Let her be."

Qin Lang retracted his gaze, "Sir, but... it’s so late already, what if she encounters trouble?"

"You’re concerned about her? Why don’t you go accompany her?"

Qin Lang had no retort, "..."

...

An Ge did not have her own place of residence in Jingcheng; she could only stay temporarily at Nan Xiao’s place.

[Nan Xiao lived in Yu Garden, an upscale community, and her house was equipped with a fingerprint lock.]

Previously, with Nan Xiao’s help, An Ge’s fingerprint was recorded, so she easily entered with a scan.

Drunk Nan Xiao had been taken away by Xiao Chaofeng and had not returned.

After showering, An Ge sat on the sofa for a while and, feeling curious, gave Xiao Chaofeng a call.

The call quickly connected, but the voice on the other end wasn’t Xiao Chaofeng’s, it was a boy’s voice.

Or to be precise, a young boy’s.

"Hello, are you looking for my dad? He’s talking to my mom, call back later."

Hearing this, An Ge asked in shock, "You... are you Xiao Chaofeng’s son?"

"Yeah, my nickname is Ah Chen. Auntie, who are you?"

Before An Ge could respond, Xiao Chaofeng’s scolding voice came from the other end, "Why aren’t you staying in bed? What are you doing down here?"

"Dad, an auntie is calling you."

Soon, Xiao Chaofeng’s voice was on the line, "Why are you calling me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping with that scoundrel Huo Shaoyan?"

An Ge realized he had drunk too much and was talking nonsense.

What did he mean by not sleeping with Huo Shaoyan? Did he mistake her for An Baoying?

She frowned, "Master Xiao, have you sobered up yet? I’m not An Baoying, I’m An Ge."

"I’m not drunk. That Huo Shaoyan dreams of screwing you, don’t you know?" Then he got back on track and asked, "What’s up?"