Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 361: Chasing the Wife

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Chasing the Wife

Jiang Fengmian raised an eyebrow:

"Aren’t you worried that your dear Brother Gu might kick the bucket, and then he wouldn’t be able to explain himself to you? Is that why you stayed to accompany him?"

An Ge asked, "Is he injured?"

"No major injuries, or he wouldn’t just be lying here. As for minor wounds, you’ll have to wait until he wakes up and ask him yourself."

Jiang Fengmian still had other matters to attend to and didn’t intend to stick around with An Ge.

He said to her, "I have other things to do; you stay here tonight to keep watch."

After a pause,

"Anyway, one is the sworn brother you acknowledged, and the other is your child’s father. It’s only right that you stay."

An Ge had no objection to this.

After Jiang Fengmian left, An Ge figured that Huo Shaoyan would probably be hungry when he woke up, so she pulled out her phone and opened the food delivery app to place an order.

After placing the order, the bodyguard waiting at the door walked in.

The bodyguard respectfully said to An Ge:

"Ms. An, Lady Fu is making a scene at the door, demanding to see President Huo. What do you think..."

An Ge could already hear Fu Rou’s commotion outside the door.

She figured Fu Rou wouldn’t give up easily.

However, there was no way she was letting Fu Rou come inside.

After putting away her phone, An Ge said to the bodyguard, "I’ll go outside with you and take a look."

One minute later, An Ge stood in front of the furious and agitated Fu Rou, who was being blocked by the bodyguards at the door.

Following behind her was Lin Keke, whose cheeks bore clear, red slap marks on both sides.

Noticing An Ge’s gaze, Lin Keke said haltingly, "I... I couldn’t stop her..."

An Ge withdrew her gaze from Lin Keke and fixed it on Fu Rou’s twisted, angry face. Her tone was light:

"Lady Fu, as you can see, even though President Huo and I are divorced, he still eagerly rushes to handle things for me.

If you keep making such a fuss and upsetting me, perhaps by sunrise tomorrow, I’ll decide to remarry him."

She paused, then added with deliberate intent,

"You’ve been dreaming of tearing us apart, haven’t you? Surely you don’t want me to remarry him? And I assure you,

if I do remarry him, I’ll make sure he cuts all ties with you as his mother. Try me—see if I can make it happen."

As An Ge said this, her expression was grave, her stance unyielding, and it immediately filled Fu Rou with dread.

Fu Rou forced herself to regain composure and calm down.

She tried to keep her voice steady,

"I just want to know how my son is doing. Is that too much to ask?"

An Ge replied icily:

"He’s fine. But your crazy, noisy tantrum out here will disturb his rest."

She paused,

"Lady Fu, self-awareness is a virtue. You should know your son better than anyone else. You ought to know whether he wants to see you or not.

Go back. If he truly wants to see you, you’ll see him eventually."

Under the corridor’s lights stood a woman in a black dress, stunning and defiant.

The aura of cold arrogance emanating from her resembled that of the shameless woman who had stolen her husband years ago.

Fu Rou thought about her own life—how in her youth, a seductive vixen had taken away her beloved husband, and now, in her old age, another enchantress had snatched away her precious son.

For the first time, she realized how utterly defeated she had become.

At this moment, a profound realization struck her—

An Ge of today was no longer the destitute and powerless An Ge of the past.

She understood now that, on her own, she had no chance of beating An Ge.

Fu Rou knew she needed allies.

So, for now, all she could do was compromise and back down.

With that in mind, Fu Rou decided to stop pressing and said coldly to Lin Keke, "We’re leaving!"

It wasn’t until Fu Rou disappeared into the distance that An Ge withdrew her gaze.

She returned to the hospital room.

About fifteen minutes later, the bodyguard came back through the door to find her once more.

An Ge assumed her food delivery had arrived, but she didn’t expect there to be a... woman following behind the bodyguard.

For some reason, An Ge felt like she had seen this woman somewhere before, but she couldn’t quite recall where at the moment.

She frowned and asked the bodyguard in confusion, "She... is?"

The bodyguard introduced, "This is Ms. Mo..."

Before he could finish, the woman extended her hand and introduced herself to An Ge:

"Hello, I’m Mo Yuan. I briefly had a marriage with Huo Shaoyan that few people know about."

She paused, then added with deliberate overtones,

"We registered abroad six years ago. He proposed to me back then. Of course, the divorce was my fault."

In just a few words, An Ge could clearly sense the hostility coming from Mo Yuan.

An Ge said nothing.

Nor did she shake hands with Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan didn’t seem to mind.

She retracted her hand and continued to say to An Ge:

"I have a son, six years old. His name is Mo Rugu." She paused, "The name Rugu was chosen by Huo Shaoyan."

An Ge didn’t seem particularly moved by this, but an indescribable chill radiated from her.

After a long while, she finally said, "He’s still resting. You... should come back tomorrow."

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "I’m not here to see him. I’m here to see you."

An Ge furrowed her brows. "See me?"

Mo Yuan nodded, then glanced at her watch and said to An Ge:

"Ms. An, if it’s convenient, how about I invite you out for a coffee?"

An Ge said, "Sorry, I’m neither free nor in the mood right now..."

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "You seem to have a lot of hostility toward me?"

An Ge replied frankly, "Our vibes don’t match, for sure. Ms. Mo, if you have something to say, just get to the point."

Mo Yuan curved her lips and said concisely:

"I just want to ask you—do you still have feelings for Huo Shaoyan? If you don’t, I’m planning to pursue him and reconcile."

After finishing her sentence, Mo Yuan didn’t wait for An Ge’s response and turned to leave the room.

However, when she reached the doorway, she turned back to look at An Ge and said:

"This time, the fact that Huo Shaoyan successfully rescued Mr. Gu from those mercenaries was thanks to me."

With that, she lifted her snug leather coat, exposing a bandaged wound on her bare, shining white abdomen.

Mo Yuan said to her, "For taking a bullet for him, he won’t reject me outright."

She paused,

"As for you, Ms. An, what have you done for him? What have you ever sacrificed?"

Mo Yuan soon departed.

It was a long time before An Ge felt her body return to normal temperature.

She grabbed a chair and sat by the window.

Outside, the city was ablaze with dazzling lights. She seemed to be enjoying the view, yet more likely, she was lost in her world, untouchable by anyone.

How laughable.

The years she had spent loving, leaving, and entangling with Huo Shaoyan, she didn’t even know he had once registered a marriage overseas.

Not only that—if what Mo Yuan claimed was true, they even had a six-year-old son together.

Meanwhile, she had barely scratched the surface of knowing Huo Shaoyan.

She had always thought that for Huo Shaoyan, the only woman who mattered besides Qin Xiaoqi was herself, and all others were merely passing women in his life, including her.

Indeed... she had been utterly delusional.

She suddenly recalled how Huo Shaoyan had once confessed his love for her.

At that moment, his words had stirred her emotions deeply.

But now, looking back, it just felt utterly ridiculous.

When the bodyguard brought in the delivery she had ordered, An Ge had already pulled herself out of those intense emotions.

She took the food from the bodyguard and casually asked, "What do you know about Ms. Mo?"

The bodyguard replied, "I only know she was recently recognized by the Mo family as their eldest daughter." He paused, "If you want to know more, you could ask Assistant Qin."

After she thanked him, the bodyguard left the room.

After the exchange, An Ge approached Huo Shaoyan’s bedside.

He was still in a deep sleep.

His face showed exhaustion, with a shadow of stubble adding a thick, dark hue to his chin.

He was lying stiffly on his back, his hands resting on his chest. The stillness of his form made him seem devoid of vitality.

Unable to look away, An Ge gazed at him for a long time, then instinctively reached out to touch his dark, furrowed brow.

Her voice was soft, almost a murmur, though her words carried a tone of self-mockery. "How many women... do you have?"

So many women.

Each of them madly in love with him.

An Baoying died for him, An Muxin was forced back to the Imperial City, and now there was Mo Yuan.

An Ge truly had no idea what role she played in his heart.

They had been husband and wife, and yet he had never been transparent about his past with her.

She knew so little about his history, as little as she knew about the mysteries of her own origins.

With a faint sigh, An Ge closed her eyes.

A tear slid down her cheek, brushing her lips—a mix of bitterness and saltiness.

Keeping vigil meant fatigue and hardship for her.

For an ordinary person, the task of staying up all night was exhausting enough. How much tougher was it for her, a pregnant woman?

In the latter half of the night, An Ge couldn’t hold on any longer and fell asleep, resting her head on Huo Shaoyan’s arm.

When Jiang Fengmian came by the hospital late at night to check on the room, the sight that greeted him was An Ge silently dozing on Huo Shaoyan’s arm.

He hesitated, wondering whether to have his assistant doctor bring in a folding recliner for her. At that moment, Huo Shaoyan suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes opened abruptly, and he instinctively made a move to sit up but stopped halfway when he noticed the pressure on his arm.

Turning his head slightly, he saw the woman leaning against his arm, fast asleep. Her face was serene, framed by long, still lashes.

Huo Shaoyan’s intense, dark eyes locked onto her face. He stared at her for a long while before carefully withdrawing his arm from beneath her cheek.

Only then did he rise, lifting An Ge and laying her flat on the couch.

After covering her with a blanket, he finally approached Jiang Fengmian.

In a hushed voice, he asked, "When did she get here?"

Jiang Fengmian replied, "In the evening."

Huo Shaoyan’s brow furrowed. "What time is it now?"

"Three in the morning."

A storm cloud darkened Huo Shaoyan’s face immediately. "And you just let her sit like that?"

Jiang Fengmian raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence:

"Wasn’t I just helping you out? You follow her around like a lapdog all day, begging for scraps of affection. I figured this was your best chance to feign misery and make her feel sorry for you. No way I’d let you miss it."

Huo Shaoyan’s breathing grew heavier. "You couldn’t have gotten her a bed?"