Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 303 Excitement, Surge

Chapter 303: Chapter 303 Excitement, Surge

After ending the call with An Baoying, the smile on An Muxin’s face instantly turned icy cold.

To her, An Baoying was nothing more than a pawn. Once this pawn lost its value, she would dispose of her.

Therefore, if anything in this matter didn’t progress smoothly, she would make An Baoying the sacrificial lamb.

Thinking of this, the corners of An Muxin’s lips curled into an even more sinister and eerie smile.

A minute later, she summoned her personal maid Cui Zhu and gave an order:

"Go to the West Garden, to Huo Zhendong’s residence, and retrieve the jade pendant that belongs to Qin Xiaoqi."

Cui Zhu nodded. "Understood."

Before Cui Zhu left, An Muxin asked her, "After Huo Shaoyan dropped me off, where did he go?"

Cui Zhu replied, "President Huo went to see Mrs. Huo."

Upon hearing this, An Muxin’s heart sank. Narrowing her eyes, she asked, "What’s so urgent that he had to run to see Mrs. Huo?"

Cui Zhu had already bribed the servants in Mrs. Huo’s courtyard and was well-informed about anything that transpired there.

She answered, "President Huo went to inquire about Young Master Huo’s biological mother..."

The moment this was said, An Muxin’s breath hitched sharply. Her voice heightened as she blurted out, "And Mrs. Huo told him everything?"

Cui Zhu said, "No. At the time, Mrs. Huo was entertaining Third Master Huo and completely ignored him."

An Muxin froze for a moment, momentarily unable to react, and asked, "Third Master Huo?"

Cui Zhu explained, "Yes, the one who went to prison six years ago because of a woman—Huo Tingxiao. Don’t you remember?"

With Cui Zhu’s reminder, An Muxin suddenly recalled who Huo Tingxiao was.

Huo Tingxiao!

When she was about fourteen or fifteen years old, she once accidentally wandered into the Nan Garden while playing at the Huo Mansion in Jingcheng and caught sight of him.

It was late in the evening, but the moonlight that night was breathtakingly bright.

She had a crystal-clear view of the man engaging in passionate combat with a woman near Guanting Lake.

That man was extraordinarily handsome, no less stunning than Huo Shaoyan.

But what stood out the most wasn’t his looks—it was that grotesque object she glimpsed when he retreated from the woman’s body, leaving her youthful self utterly shocked at the time.

Recalling that object, a faint blush crossed An Muxin’s cheeks.

She mused to herself that if Huo Shaoyan truly abandoned her, being with Third Master Huo would not be a bad consolation.

If she could get together with Huo Tingxiao, then, by seniority, Huo Shaoyan would have to address her as "Aunt"!

With this thought in mind, An Muxin instructed Cui Zhu:

"Find out everything about this Huo family’s uncle for me. I want all the information available."

Cui Zhu answered, "Understood, Ms. An."

After Cui Zhu left, An Muxin dialed a number to contact An Ge.

An Ge had been waiting for this call for a long time.

She quickly answered.

An Ge, taking the initiative, said with a faintly mocking smile:

"Anyone who doesn’t know better might think we’re real sisters. Not talking for a single day feels like ages, doesn’t it?"

An Muxin sneered, "An Ge, I’ve never seen anyone as composed as you. Honestly, in normal circumstances, if a pregnant mistress challenged the rightful wife, even if you didn’t make a scene, at least you’d care enough to react... But you? You’re completely indifferent."

An Ge calmly interjected, "Because I refuse to stoop so low as to fight with trash like you. Do you understand?"

Being called trash by An Ge struck a nerve in An Muxin, making her instantly furious.

Her voice trembled in anger. "You wretched An—"

An Ge interrupted her coldly, "An Muxin, so what if you’re pregnant with Huo Shaoyan’s child? Do you think carrying his child makes you invincible?"

An Muxin, furiously laughing at this point, sneered, "You’re right. Being just pregnant with his child alone doesn’t make me invincible. But my blood is the medicine that keeps your son Huo Huaisang alive. For that sole reason, if I demand you kneel, you’ll kneel. Understood?"

An Ge curled her lips into a smile, her tone completely carefree, leaving An Muxin stunned.

Growing increasingly unsettled, An Muxin’s breathing faltered as she demanded, "What are you laughing about?"

An Ge’s voice turned sharp and icy, "I told you a long time ago how incompetent you are. Taunting me so recklessly over the phone—are you not scared that I might record everything?"

An Muxin was at a loss for words, practically choked with rage.

But An Ge didn’t stop. She continued, "An Muxin, the interests of prominent families like ours are closely intertwined. Do you genuinely believe you can threaten Huo Shaoyan or me? Yes, your blood might save my son Huo Huaisang’s life.

But if I really wanted to, not only would you lose, but you’d also have to kneel and become a living blood bank for my son. Do you believe that?"

An Muxin was so enraged that her chest heaved in pain.

Fuming, she spat, "An Ge, you filthy bitch, stop spouting nonsense! If you had any way to counter me, you wouldn’t be living like a coward, constantly being crushed under my heel!"

An Ge chuckled coldly, "Ms. An, do you really believe you’ve got me entirely cornered? If you did, why are you getting so worked up right now?"

An Muxin, blinded by rage, barked, "You—"

But An Ge cut her off and shifted the topic back with a businesslike tone, "Tell me, why did you call?"

An Muxin immediately felt like she regained the upper hand.

Almost as soon as An Ge finished speaking, she said, "I heard you’ve been digging into the mystery of your lineage lately?"

An Ge replied, "Yes, it’s true."

An Muxin smirked, feeling confident again.

She said, "You know An Baoying lost a pinky finger before she went mad because I cut it off, right?"

An Ge played along, "Of course. She hired men to kidnap you, framed me, and when her plan failed, you sought revenge that same night, cutting off her finger. Everyone in our circle knows this."

An Muxin sneered, "Good. That garbage An Baoying disgusts me as much as she does you. During the five years you were gone, she was my biggest rival in love. I dreamed of crushing her."

After pausing for a few seconds, she added,

"When I later found out she wasn’t even Huo Huaisang’s biological mother, I had her captured. Terrified that I’d kill her, she sold me a piece of information regarding the mystery of your lineage."

An Ge responded faintly, "Oh?"

An Muxin continued, "She said that five years ago, she dug up a jade pendant from your grandmother’s grave at Wen’s Mansion, and that pendant holds the key to your lineage."

An Ge squinted. "So, are you saying that jade pendant is now in your possession?"

An Muxin smiled, "Exactly. The jade pendant is with me. If you want it, come and get it."

An Ge asked knowingly, "Where are you now?"

An Muxin’s laughter grew more arrogant, "Brother Yan brought me to Huo Mansion so I could rest and care for the baby."

She deliberately added, with a meaningful tone,

"When Mrs. Huo learned about my pregnancy, she was overjoyed. She invited me to her courtyard for a talk. Meet me there."

An Ge agreed, "Alright."

Satisfied, An Muxin ended the call.

After hanging up, she headed to her walk-in closet to change.

While she was changing, someone knocked on the door outside.

Thinking it was Cui Zhu returning, An Muxin casually called out, "Come in."

Outside, Huo Tingxiao, who had been looking for Huo Shaoyan, frowned when he heard a woman’s voice coming from the room.

He was puzzled—why would a woman be in Huo Shaoyan’s room?

But he quickly figured it out.

Any woman in Huo Shaoyan’s room had to be his woman.

Curious about what kind of woman could captivate his cold-hearted nephew, Huo Tingxiao didn’t hesitate for long before pushing the door open.

One look and he saw the room was empty.

But faint noises were coming from the walk-in closet.

Driven by curiosity about the woman who had enchanted Huo Shaoyan, Huo Tingxiao walked into the closet without a second thought.

In the dusky evening light streaming through the windows, it illuminated a woman who was in the midst of changing into a dress, her bare figure exposed.

The light, like a cinematic filter, accentuated her curves, stirring an intense, primal reaction.

The moment Huo Tingxiao saw An Muxin’s naked body, his pupils constricted violently, and his breathing grew ragged and heavy.