Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 332 Pregnancy.

Chapter 332: Chapter 332 Pregnancy.

Here is the text translated into English:

An Ge stormed off in anger.

After returning to her hospital room, she found the ointment Gu Changfeng had brought and handed it to Nanny Lin, saying:

"Nanny Lin, please take this to Huo Shaoyan for me. Also, let him know that if he continues to treat his body with such disregard and doesn’t take care of himself, I won’t visit him again until he’s discharged."

Nanny Lin could tell from An Ge’s tone that they had likely been arguing.

Nanny Lin hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking:

"Miss, have you had another fight with President Huo?"

An Ge pressed her fingers against her brow in fatigue and, after a long pause, finally said, "Not exactly a fight..."

Nanny Lin replied:

"Miss, now that you’ve decided to build a life with President Huo, there are times when you shouldn’t take everything so seriously...

Between husband and wife, it’s hard to distinguish what’s right and what’s wrong. You’re also in the early stages of pregnancy, so it’s better not to dwell too much on anger."

An Ge pursed her lips for a moment. "I understand."

Nanny Lin added:

"Miss... you haven’t told President Huo about your pregnancy yet, have you? When are you planning to tell him?"

An Ge replied, "I’ll wait until after I’m discharged..."

There were just too many things An Ge still hadn’t figured out.

Huo Shaoyan’s manner of dealing with things was too extreme—like this time, he had deliberately taken that axe blow from Lee Dahai just to win her back...

Such behavior was far too obsessive; his controlling nature was undeniably overpowering.

This reminded her of those agonizing, suffocating days five years ago when Huo Shaoyan had kept her imprisoned.

She was afraid that reconciling with Huo Shaoyan might lead to those days repeating because of his intense need for control.

So, she needed more time to observe and consider.

While Nanny Lin went to deliver the ointment to Huo Shaoyan, An Ge made a phone call to Gu Changfeng.

At the time, Gu Changfeng had already arrived at Huangjue Temple on Mount Qingcheng.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t managed to meet the child as he had hoped.

Gu Changfeng stood before the temple’s abbot, his expression dark and forbidding.

The abbot said, "Master Gu, Daoxin was picked up an hour ago; you’re just a step too late."

Frustration gnawed at Gu Changfeng.

He wanted to smoke, but given the sacred grounds, he held back.

Gu Changfeng wasn’t originally a believer in Buddhism.

But ever since seventy members of the Qin family were slaughtered, he had hoped their souls could be redeemed, wishing for them to find peace in another world.

Gu Changfeng handed a check for ten million to the abbot. "This is my donation to your temple. Please accept it."

The abbot was startled. "You..."

Gu Changfeng cut him off. "I only want to clarify one thing with you."

The abbot hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Go ahead."

Gu Changfeng asked, "Is Daoxin the orphan of the Qin family?"

After thinking for a moment, the abbot replied:

"I can only tell you that Daoxin was personally brought here by Mr. An from Imperial City. At the time, he was less than a year old. Since then, Mr. An has visited him once every year at the end of the year."

After a pause:

"As for whether he is the orphan of the Qin family, I cannot say."

Gu Changfeng felt the abbot wasn’t entirely truthful.

However, he didn’t push the matter further.

He said, "Let me know if you remember anything else."

After Gu Changfeng left, the abbot sighed.

"When will the cycle of revenge end?"

...

Elsewhere.

Gu Changfeng was standing in the parking lot of Huangjue Temple when he answered An Ge’s call.

He lit a cigarette, holding it at an angle in his mouth, and said with a faint smile, "What, you need something from me?"

An Ge responded, "I want to purchase a tube of that special ointment..."

Gu Changfeng replied, "You mean for Huo Shaoyan, right?"

An Ge didn’t confirm or deny it.

Gu Changfeng took a few drags on his cigarette, his voice calm:

"Since he’s willing to die for you, I’ll have someone deliver the ointment to you later."

An Ge instinctively felt that Gu Changfeng must know something about the Qin family’s case.

So, before he hung up, she said to him:

"...You know so many of my secrets and even want to acknowledge me as your sister. Shouldn’t you be honest with me in return?"

Gu Changfeng flicked some ash off his cigarette, his grin crookedly sardonic:

"I’m just a walking dead man; I have no secrets."

After a pause, "Take good care of yourself. When I have time, I’ll come see you."

An Ge wanted to say more, but he abruptly hung up.

Afterward, An Ge stared blankly for a while and eventually pulled out her phone to dial Huo Qingzhou.

Huo Qingzhou had been quite overwhelmed as of late.

Huo Zhenwei was pressuring him to marry Wen Hui, threatening to leave his fortune entirely to Huo Shaoyan if he refused.

This was unacceptable to Huo Qingzhou, as he had longstanding bad blood with Huo Shaoyan in the country and would never let the family power slip into Huo Shaoyan’s hands.

Thus, right now, he was arranging to negotiate with Wen Hui.

"I don’t love you. If you marry me, you won’t find happiness."

Wen Hui knew Huo Qingzhou had no romantic feelings for her, but being someone who enjoyed conquering challenges, the more unattainable he seemed, the more she wanted him.

So, almost as soon as his words fell, she indifferently replied:

"That doesn’t matter. Happiness isn’t important. What matters is, I just want you to marry me..."

Huo Qingzhou was genuinely angry:

"I’ve already told you eight hundred times. Huo Qimeng is pregnant with my child, so I’m never going to marry you..."

Wen Hui already knew about Huo Qimeng’s pregnancy.

Her tone became languid:

"I know. That’s perfect, though—I hate pain, and I’m a DINK anyway. Raising kids is ridiculously annoying, so if she wants to give birth, more power to her."

Huo Qingzhou was so angry that veins throbbed at his temple: "Lady Wen, are you nuts?"

Wen Hui found his anger highly amusing and practically burst out laughing. She said:

"How did you know? I’m lovesick... with you!"

Huo Qingzhou felt like strangling her.

Wen Hui pointed at his incessantly buzzing phone screen and reminded him:

"That dead woman An Ge is calling. Aren’t you going to answer?"

Huo Qingzhou pressed his palm to his forehead, rubbing his throbbing temples before finally picking up An Ge’s call.

With deep displeasure and impatience in his voice, he asked curtly, "What do you want?"

An Ge frowned. "What, did you swallow gunpowder?"

Huo Qingzhou couldn’t bother with pleasantries and spoke concisely: "If you’ve got something to say, say it. If not, I’m hanging up."

Getting straight to the point, An Ge said, "I’ll help you get Wen Hui off your back if you help me investigate something."

At this, Huo Qingzhou’s interest was piqued. "Speak."

An Ge cut to the chase: "You investigate someone for me—his name is Gu Changfeng. I want to know everything about him."

Huo Qingzhou agreed without hesitation:

"No problem. Just a simple background check?"

After a pause, he asked:

"How exactly do you plan to rid me of Wen Hui, that crazy woman?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Hui tried to snatch his phone.

The defining difference between Wen Hui and typical socialite ladies was that she was wilder than most men. Though spoiled, she wasn’t frail.

Despite being shorter than Huo Qingzhou, giving her seemingly no advantage in a physical scuffle for the phone, she easily leapt up and snatched it from his grip.

The moment she grabbed the phone, she issued a fierce warning to An Ge on the other end:

"Listen, you vile woman, mind your own damn business about my affairs..."

An Ge interrupted:

"Lady Wen, before you get worked up about me, can I just say one thing? Not sure if I should or shouldn’t, but..."

Wen Hui’s interest was piqued. She raised an eyebrow. "Go ahead!"

An Ge said, "I just wanted to let you know—if you marry Huo Qingzhou, you’ll never find *fulfillment.* He simply can’t give it to you..."

After a pause:

"Unless you’re fine with a platonic ’spiritual love.’ In that case, pretend I never said anything..."

That stopped Wen Hui cold and prompted her to look at Huo Qingzhou with a very peculiar expression.

She said to An Ge, "Really? If he’s incapacitated, how’d he manage to get Huo Qimeng pregnant?"

An Ge calmly replied, "He’s a quick-shooter, not impotent."

The implication was that being quick didn’t preclude fertility.

Wen Hui’s gaze at Huo Qingzhou turned from merely intricate to downright indescribable.

Huo Qingzhou frowned under her scrutiny. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Hui, now turned away, asked An Ge sotto voce, "Are you serious? You’re not lying to me, are you?"

An Ge replied, "If he were capable, don’t you think Huo Qimeng would’ve been perfectly happy with him, considering she’s carrying his child? The fact that she isn’t proves he’s not..."

Wen Hui took this as hard evidence.

She was the type of woman raised to believe she deserved only the best—the very idea of marrying a man with *issues* was utterly repulsive to her.

Contemplating this, her fleeting interest in Huo Qingzhou vanished into thin air.

She said to An Ge:

"Didn’t think you had some decency, vile woman. Thanks for letting me know he’s defective—otherwise, I’d have fallen into a trap for life."

After a pause, "Alright, I owe you this one. When I get back to Imperial City, I’ll take you out to a feast."

An Ge dismissed it politely before Wen Hui hung up.

Just as Huo Qingzhou was about to say something, Wen Hui’s expression shifted to one of pity. "Never would’ve guessed the real reason you’re ditching me is because of *that*..."

Huo Qingzhou stared at her in confusion. "What are you even talking about?"

Wen Hui returned his phone, saying:

"Your... condition, you should’ve told me earlier. Made me waste two good years chasing a lost cause. God, Huo Qingzhou, how utterly immoral of you!"

Honestly, it was hard to blame Wen Hui for her frustration.

She’d spent almost two years chasing Huo Qingzhou.

Only to find out at the finish line, she’d been pursuing someone fundamentally flawed in *that* department.

The mere thought of wasting her youth to marry a man who was capable of many things except the most crucial—thinking about that made her stomach churn.

So, after her scathing comment, she turned to leave without so much as a glance back. But Huo Qingzhou stopped her:

"Wen Dazui, explain yourself—what do you mean by saying I’m not capable?"

Wen Hui was sometimes called "Wen Dazui" (Big Mouth Wen).

This wasn’t because her mouth was physically large but due to her gossipy tendencies. Any news filtering through her would quickly become the talk of the town.

It was precisely this reputation that made Huo Qingzhou rage at her very discriminatory remark.

Wen Hui, seeing his anger, wasn’t fazed at all. She kindly consoled him:

"Shhh, no need to get upset, alright? Rest assured, I won’t spread around your... issue. Come on, these days, who doesn’t have a secret shame?"

Huo Qingzhou’s head throbbed as he growled through clenched teeth: "Are you seriously believing that vile woman An Ge’s nonsense? I AM capable!"

Wen Hui looked even more pitying now. "Alright, alright, I understand—you’re the best, practically godlike. Fine with me; I don’t mingle with defective men anyway. Farewell!"

Huo Qingzhou: "..."

Wen Hui stormed out, slamming the door.

Moments later, an enraged Huo Qingzhou called An Ge back.

Before he could even start yelling, An Ge cut him off:

"Whether you’re capable or not really doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you’ve successfully rid yourself of Wen Hui, haven’t you?"