Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 210: Deep Affection, Sweet Intentions

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Deep Affection, Sweet Intentions

But precisely because her desire was too intense and urgent, she missed her aim and failed.

Not only that, An Ge was too tender and winced in pain.

Overwhelmed by emotion and past grievances flooding her heart, she kicked him away.

"Young Master Huo, have you not seen a woman in eight hundred years? I’m not interested anymore, don’t touch me."

At this moment, Huo Shaoyan was completely driven by lust.

He didn’t care at all whether An Ge was willing or not; he only thought about possessing her completely.

He kissed her earlobe, blew warm air into her ear, and coaxed in a low voice, "Sorry, it’s been a long time without a woman, so I’m a bit anxious. But give me some time, and I’ll serve you well. Trust me, I will definitely please you."

An Ge actually wanted it too. A woman of her age, deliberately provoked, couldn’t remain indifferent.

But she simply didn’t want to let Huo Shaoyan have it easy.

She bit his neck and said, "Alright then, since you want to serve, show me some real skills and make me happy."

Pausing for a moment,

"But I won’t let you in. If you dare try, I swear you’ll never have me again."

Facing her challenge, Huo Shaoyan didn’t care at all.

He even agreed quite easily,

"Okay," pausing for a moment, "just don’t blame me if you end up asking for it and then hold it against me."

An Ge’s tone was firm, "I would never ask you for anything like that!"

In fact, An Ge was true to her words. Even though later she was almost driven crazy by Huo Shaoyan’s torment, she didn’t ask him.

Of course, Huo Shaoyan also kept his promise and didn’t really take advantage of her.

Overall, An Ge’s joy was higher than Huo Shaoyan’s.

After all, Huo Shaoyan somehow had developed some skills, leaving her very satisfied in the end.

Eventually, An Ge was exhausted to the extreme and fell asleep.

The next day, An Ge suddenly awoke as if from a century-long tortuous nightmare, breathing heavily as soon as she opened her eyes.

With each intense breath, her chest heaved violently.

The curtains were drawn tightly; she only took her phone to check the time after calming down.

It was already nine in the morning.

She felt a bit regretful; indulging in excess had indeed been a bad idea.

She pulled off the covers to get out of bed and walked to the French window to open the curtains.

With the sound of the curtain being drawn open, bright sunlight flooded the entire room.

It was early May; the roses filled the entire garden, their subtle fragrance in the air.

An Ge couldn’t care less about the sea of flowers that greeted her. She took out her phone and called Nanny Lin at Fusheng Residence, "Nanny Lin, have Huanhuan and Ah Qian had breakfast?"

Nanny Lin replied, "Yes, the two little ones are ready for enrollment. They are just waiting for you to take them for the procedures."

"Tell them I’ll be there in half an hour."

After ending the call with Nanny Lin, An Ge spent five minutes getting washed and dressed before heading downstairs.

When she arrived downstairs, there was someone in the living room.

The person had their back to her, but from their graceful figure alone, it was clear they were a professional dancer, the overall curve of their body exceptionally graceful.

Perhaps hearing her come down the stairs, the woman in the black dress turned around.

Their eyes met briefly, and a glint of coldness flashed in An Ge’s eyes but quickly vanished.

Compared to her calm demeanor, An Muxin was wide-eyed with disbelief, her voice sharp, "You... you’re not dead?"

An Ge curled her lips, smiling, "Yes, not only am I not dead, but I’ve also slept with the man you’ve always wanted yet couldn’t have. Are you mad?"

With those words, An Muxin’s cheeks flushed red instantly.

Her voice grew sharper, "Shameless!"

An Ge chuckled lightly, "How can the shameless speak those three words? I clearly remember someone trying to get into my marriage with President Huo while it was still intact."

An Muxin took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

Her anger gave way to a lazy smile, "Listen closely, An. As long as I’m around, you can only be an ignoble mistress. Brother is mine; I am his current fiancée, the Mrs. Huo he’s going to marry."

An Ge smiled even more brilliantly than her, lazily and carelessly, "Is that so? Then I eagerly await the invitation to your wedding. Do send me one; I’d love to give you a wedding gift."

An Muxin was speechless with rage, "You—"

An Ge walked up to her, her smile instantly fading, her eyes sharp as she declared to An Muxin, one word at a time, "You are my master Qin Huaisheng’s niece. Out of respect for her, I won’t hold past grudges against you. But if you dare to cross me, try it, and see if you’ll ever become Mrs. Huo."

Pausing with a hint of implication,

"Miss An Muxin, to be honest, the position of Mrs. Huo is as easy as pie for me. As long as I nod to President Huo, he’d offer me the title of Mrs. Huo on a silver platter. So, don’t provoke me; it’s not in your interest."

It had only been five years.

An Muxin clearly noticed An Ge was not only more beautiful than five years ago but also had a much fiercer aura.

Yet, born as a pampered and privileged daughter, An Muxin’s innate arrogance wouldn’t allow her to be outdone.

Therefore, almost as soon as An Ge finished speaking, she retorted without thinking, "An Ge, do you really think all these years my brother has been pining for you? Don’t be foolish; men think with their lower halves. Even if he has feelings for you, he won’t deny himself when driven by lust..."

An Ge interrupted her with a laugh, "So, you’re saying in these years that I’ve been ’dead,’ you were his sole outlet? Tsk, then you really are pitiful. You waited five years and still couldn’t match five minutes of me in his presence."

An Muxin wasn’t an eighteen-year-old girl anymore.

In some ways, she had learned to restrain her emotions.

She suppressed her anger without a word, giving An Ge a smiling glance, "Whether I’m his outlet or his fiancée doesn’t matter. Ultimately, I’m always the noble and enviable Imperial Capital An Family’s eldest daughter, and you’re still the same as five years ago—a notorious pregnant and unwed woman with countless men. Even if my brother still has feelings for you, even if he breaks off our engagement, you won’t rise above your station."

Pausing intentionally to add,

"Besides, my marriage with him isn’t something my brother can call off alone. But destroying you is quite simple."

An Ge narrowed her eyes but said nothing.

An Muxin took out an invitation from her bag and handed it to An Ge, "This is for my personal dance tour. If you have time, come see it. Watch how my brother is mesmerized by my dance. Did you know, all these years, he never missed a single one of my performances, not even once."

An Ge glanced at the tour details on the invitation.

Nowadays, An Muxin was a star in the dance world, even having a significant presence globally.

A dance star is quite different from a mainstream celebrity; capital alone can’t create an exceptional dance star.

Therefore, An Muxin achieving her current status wasn’t easy.

She reveled in her achievements, wanting to use her most dazzling side to humiliate An Ge.

Yet, she found no trace of emotion on An Ge’s face, not even the slightest hint of admiration or a sense of inferiority.

She heard An Ge say very calmly, "I’ll definitely be there."

An Muxin clenched her fist and said, "I’m not mocking you, but do you even understand what art is?"

An Ge replied confidently, "I do."

Flustered by her straightforwardness, An Muxin felt even more irritated and continued, "Do you know, after I insulted and beat you and news of your death spread, did my brother ever blame me for your death?"

An Ge was about to leave, but her words made her pause in her tracks.