Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 318 Kiss Her

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Kiss Her

An Ge’s tears streamed down uncontrollably.

But within half a minute, she forced them back.

In this matter, she had already lost the upper hand, so she planned to retreat in order to advance.

A temporary compromise was for the sake of obtaining greater benefits.

This is how An Ge thought, and how she convinced herself.

Giving up her child was not an option.

Just the thought of it plunged her into despair—she couldn’t imagine a future without her child.

"Huo Shaoyan..."

She lifted her head, her reddened eyes locking onto Huo Shaoyan. "You win," she said.

When Huo Shaoyan saw her finally relent on this issue, he took a step forward. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into his chest entirely.

It had been quite a while since he had been this physically close with her.

The soft warmth of a woman’s body pressed against him so tangibly filled him with an unexpected satisfaction.

Yet, behind that satisfaction lurked a profound emptiness.

He knew that, while he had managed to temporarily keep her by his side, he could never truly claim her heart.

It felt as though, despite holding her in his arms, not an ounce of her truly belonged to him.

She was like an emotionless puppet, passively letting him do as he pleased.

Huo Shaoyan held her for a moment longer, then raised her face with both hands.

Her eyes were still red, her gaze as cold and distant as ever, but at least she wasn’t resisting his touch now.

Moved by a sudden impulse, Huo Shaoyan leaned down to kiss her,

but she averted her face, causing his lips to land on her cheek instead.

Huo Shaoyan didn’t get the kiss he wanted, but he showed no sign of anger.

Reaching up, he gently ruffled her slightly disheveled hair, his voice low and softer than before.

"I’ll stay with you tonight, alright?"

An Ge remained indifferent, her tone detached. "Suit yourself."

Her unyielding aloofness made Huo Shaoyan frown deeply.

He gazed at her in silence for a moment, then turned and left the room without a word, heading off to find Gu Changfeng.

By this time, Gu Changfeng had already changed into a clean outfit.

A black shirt and black trousers.

As he stepped out of the car in his fresh clothes, his subordinate Qin Ming grabbed his soiled garments and was about to toss them in the trash when the man’s cold voice stopped him.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Ming looked at him, puzzled. "Don’t you have an aversion to filth? Isn’t it your usual practice to throw away clothes that get soiled outside?"

The man’s expression darkened. "Put them back in the car."

Qin Ming, though surprised, didn’t dare ask further questions. "Alright, I’ll take care of them and have them cleaned when we get back..."

"No need," the man interrupted, his voice cold. After a brief pause, he added, "I’ll wash them myself."

Qin Ming raised a brow, quickly piecing together the likely culprit behind the mess on those clothes.

Tsk.

Seems like Mr. Jing wasn’t just giving the Seventh Young Lady ordinary preferential treatment.

Stuffing Gu Changfeng’s clothes into a clean bag and placing them back in the car, Qin Ming walked over to his boss, who had by now lit up a cigarette and was standing under the dim glow of a streetlight.

"Mr. Jing, are you really planning on waiting here for that hooligan Huo Shaoyan?"

The thick smoke quickly blurred Gu Changfeng’s face under the streetlight. Through the haze, his voice came out cold and distant as he said to Qin Ming,

"I have another matter to deal with. When he comes looking for me, tell him this: the Qin family massacre years ago is connected to the An Family."

Qin Ming was visibly shaken. "Mr. Jing, we don’t have concrete evidence for this yet. What if he doesn’t believe us?"

Gu Changfeng replied, "Whether he believes it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is sowing doubt about the An Family in his mind."

Qin Ming nodded, "Understood. I’ll handle it."

After Gu Changfeng drove off, it wasn’t long before Huo Shaoyan arrived.

Qin Ming stepped forward to greet him. "President Huo, I’m Qin Ming, one of Gu Changfeng’s subordinates. Our boss had other business to attend to, but he left a message for you."

Huo Shaoyan regarded Qin Ming with a measured, inscrutable gaze. "What is it?"

Qin Ming replied, "He wanted me to tell you that the Qin family massacre all those years ago had ties to the An Family."

Huo Shaoyan’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed. "Oh? And what proof do you have?"

Qin Ming said, "President Huo, if you don’t believe it, you can investigate for yourself. After the Qin family fell, who benefitted the most if not the An Family?"

It was precisely because of the Qin family’s fall that military power in the Imperial Country shifted to Commander An. Otherwise, it would have remained in Qin Lao’s hands.

Qin Ming’s words left Huo Shaoyan lost in thought, his mind racing with unease.

After Qin Ming left, Huo Shaoyan called Xiao Chaofeng.

Xiao Chaofeng, by then, had returned to the Xiao family’s old estate.

He was drunk, swaying unsteadily as he walked, his footing wobbly as though he might topple over at any moment.

Yet, he refused assistance from the bodyguards.

In his drunken stumbling, his foot missed a step, and he tumbled down the staircase.

The sharp pain radiating from his knee cleared his hazy mind somewhat.

It was at that moment Huo Shaoyan’s call came through.

Xiao Chaofeng, leaning backward, bent one leg to kick off a leather shoe that had slipped off on the stairs.

Annoyed by the loud ringtone, he reluctantly answered the call from Huo Shaoyan.

His voice was filled with irritation: "What the hell do you want now?"

Huo Shaoyan, realizing the other man was likely heavily drunk, responded, "I’ll talk to you when you sober up."

Xiao Chaofeng scoffed, "I’m drunk, but I’m not out of my mind. Speak. What’s wrong?"

Huo Shaoyan said, "Keep your schedule free tomorrow morning. We’ll discuss it face-to-face."

With that, Huo Shaoyan cut the call short.

Xiao Chaofeng felt a wave of indignation, as if he had been toyed with. Just as he was about to smash his phone in anger, one of his trusted aides came running toward him, gasping, "Master Wu, Madam has returned."

Xiao Chaofeng thought he had misheard. "What did you say?"

"Master Wu, I said Madam has returned. She’s standing less than two meters behind you right now."

Xiao Chaofeng, buoyed by the news, shakily got to his feet.

Though his mind was clearer, his body was not cooperating.

Though he managed to stand, he swayed heavily, his vision blurring as if he were seeing double.

He squinted and tried hard to focus on the space two meters away. The area seemed empty—there was no one there.

Just as he was about to curse his aide, the man discreetly reminded him, "Master Wu, she’s behind you, not in front."

"Damn you!" Xiao Chaofeng cursed before turning around—and indeed, there she was, Nan Xiao in a white dress, standing two meters away.

The woman who had been avoiding him for days seemed to be doing quite well during their time apart.

Not only had her hair been styled and colored, but she also exuded a mature allure that was impossible to ignore.

Xiao Chaofeng’s eyes lit up at the sight of her, like a wolf spotting its prey.

He lifted his leg to step toward her, but before he could, she came walking toward him first.

Xiao Chaofeng stopped in his tracks.

Nan Xiao came to a halt two steps down from him.

Her indifferent gaze swept over him.

The man, clearly intoxicated, had injured his knee in the fall. One shoe was missing, the other’s laces were loose. His jawline was covered in unkempt stubble, age and weariness written all over him.

Nan Xiao frowned and said, "If your head isn’t clear, I can come back tomorrow..."

"I’m clear-headed."

Xiao Chaofeng’s tone held newfound urgency. "Tell me, what’s this about?"

Nan Xiao pulled up a message Xiao Chaofeng had sent her an hour earlier.

In it, he claimed that Xiao Jingchen was her son, not Nan Yun’s.

Nan Xiao had come to confirm whether it was true.

She held up her phone, showing Xiao Chaofeng the message. "I’m here because of this."

Xiao Chaofeng, unsteady, staggered up two steps, shamelessly leaning all his weight onto Nan Xiao. His lips brushed close to her ear as he murmured, "Wife, could you help me back to my room first? My head’s still spinning. Make me some hangover soup, and I’ll explain everything slowly, alright?"

Nan Xiao resisted the urge to push him away, intent on getting to the bottom of the issue. "I’ll call the bodyguards to help you..."

But before she could finish, Nan Yun appeared behind them. "Xiaoxiao?"

Nan Xiao turned toward the voice.

Nan Yun quickly approached, taking Xiao Chaofeng’s arm and relieving Nan Xiao of the burden. Then, she tentatively asked, "Madam Xiao heard that Chaofeng was drunk and sent me to take care of him... Why are you here?"

Nan Xiao sneered coldly. "Why wouldn’t I be here? As long as I haven’t divorced Xiao Chaofeng, I’m still his wife. But you—playing the mistress without any status or name—is truly something to behold."

With that, Nan Xiao turned and left.

Xiao Chaofeng, being drunk, was unable to chase after her.

He ordered the bodyguards to stop her, but Nan Xiao, skilled in self-defense, fended them off with ease.

After getting into her car, Nan Xiao drove away from the Xiao family’s old estate.

Once inside, she called An Ge.

When An Ge picked up, she asked, "What’s wrong?"

Nan Xiao’s voice trembled with emotion. "I... I’m struggling right now. Can I come talk to you for a bit?"

An Ge replied, "Of course. Besides, I have something to tell you too. I’ll wait for you."

Nan Xiao, aware of An Ge’s hospitalization, had visited earlier that day. However, An Ge had been unconscious at the time, so they hadn’t spoken.

After hanging up with Nan Xiao, Huo Shaoyan arrived at An Ge’s hospital room, carrying supper.

An Ge glanced at him briefly, her gaze lingering for a few seconds. "A friend will be visiting later..."

The implication was clear—she didn’t need his company overnight.

Huo Shaoyan set the food down on a small table, then walked over to her bed.

The room was dimly lit by a single floor lamp.

In its soft glow, her face seemed to emanate a quiet warmth, though her demeanor remained calm and restrained—neither confrontational nor approachable.

Staring at her for a moment, Huo Shaoyan finally asked in a measured tone, "What kind of important friend requires you to drive your husband away?"