Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 366 Clearly Pregnant

Chapter 366: Chapter 366 Clearly Pregnant

Tang Jiuze leaned back lazily, playing with a golden lighter in his hand. The bluish flame cast an obscure gleam on his face.

He watched the flickering flame and smiled, saying:

"If I really died, An An would definitely be the first to cry for me. Would you bear to see her grieve and shed tears for me..."

At this moment, An Ge, who had just used the bathroom, walked back into the private room.

Seeing Tang Jiuze holding her phone, she frowned instinctively,

"Why are you holding my phone?"

Tang Jiuze raised his brow at her and said:

"Of course, I helped you answer a call."

While speaking, An Ge had already walked up to him.

In today’s society, a phone is almost the second most private possession of a person, aside from their underwear.

An Ge was furious at Tang Jiuze for answering her call without her permission.

Her brows furrowed deeply. After snatching the phone from Tang Jiuze’s hand, she glanced at the call interface on the screen.

The call had already lasted for a minute.

An Ge had no idea what Tang Jiuze had said to Huo Shaoyan on the phone, and her heart swirled with irritation.

Taking her phone, she walked over to the window.

Perhaps September’s arrival brought a subtle chill in the air.

A gust of wind swept by, and An Ge felt a refreshing coolness permeate through every pore.

Her agitated mood was soothed by the breeze.

Her voice, much like the wind, was warm yet cool, soothing as it entered Huo Shaoyan’s eardrums:

"Is there something you need from me?"

At that moment, Huo Shaoyan was walking toward the kitchen.

Indeed, he found the lunch An Ge had delivered earlier in the warming oven.

He took out the lunch from the oven, initially intending to eat it, but changed his mind and threw it in the trash.

His voice was low and hoarse:

"I think I have a fever, my body feels weak..."

"A fever? Why didn’t you go to the hospital then?"

"I don’t want to."

An Ge frowned. "If you don’t want to go, then why did you call me? Do you want me to arrange a doctor to visit you?"

Huo Shaoyan pursed his thin lips and said nothing.

An Ge could somewhat guess his intent.

Most likely, he just wanted her to come over and keep him company.

She wasn’t entirely opposed to going, considering his current state was likely due to exhaustion over matters involving Gu Changfeng.

Thus, An Ge quickly offered her compassion and said to him:

"I’ll come to see you later." She paused briefly, "Have you eaten anything since waking up?"

Huo Shaoyan replied that he hadn’t, then added:

"I’m weak from the fever and accidentally knocked over the lunch you brought earlier."

An Ge simply replied, "Oh," and then said:

"I’ll call the hotel staff later to order dinner delivery for you..."

"No need. I’ll wait and eat with you once you arrive."

An Ge checked the time and said, "But I might need at least another half-hour to finish up..."

Huo Shaoyan couldn’t hold back his temper. "I’ll wait, no matter how late."

An Ge sighed lightly, "Alright. I’ll try to finish earlier."

In truth, Huo Shaoyan wanted to ask An Ge what she was doing meeting with Tang Jiuze, but he knew it wasn’t a good topic, as bringing it up might worsen their relationship.

So, he held his tongue and didn’t ask.

After ending the call with Huo Shaoyan, An Ge sat across from Tang Jiuze.

She spoke directly to him:

"I heard that you’re very close to the Imperial Capital An Family’s eldest son, An Jifeng, and that you have a bond forged in life-and-death situations.

I assume you know everything about him. So, I want to ask you something."

Tang Jiuze took off his golden-rimmed glasses.

He raised his eyes, looking at An Ge’s luminous gaze.

His lips curled slightly as he said:

"As you said, he and I are brothers through thick and thin. You want to ask me about him, but how could I betray my brother?"

An Ge replied, "I just want to ask if An Jifeng took a 100-day-old baby boy from the Qin family’s massacre scene years ago."

Tang Jiuze raised his brow slightly and asked, "Why would you want to know?"

Looking at him, An Ge said:

"I’ve already told you before that I suspect my origin is connected to the Qin family.

If the baby taken back then is still alive, he might be the Qin family’s sole survivor, and my mystery might also be unraveled..."

Tang Jiuze deflected, "What’s your relationship with Gu Changfeng?"

An Ge frowned. "Why do you ask?"

Tang Jiuze smiled faintly:

"Darling, even if you shut yourself off from the world, you should know your reputation hasn’t been great lately.

The entire Jingcheng circle is saying you rejected President Huo’s love because you were cheating and having an affair with the mysterious and distinguished Gu Changfeng...

Some even speculate that the child you lost earlier was his. So, I’m curious—what’s your real relationship with Gu Changfeng?"

Tang Jiuze had never been a decent man.

Moreover, considering his close ties to the Imperial Capital An Family, An Ge could only reveal so much to him.

She said curtly, "I recognize him as my godbrother. Is that acceptable?"

Tang Jiuze laughed out loud, "Godbrother? The kind with benefits?"

Realizing that she could not extract any valuable information from Tang Jiuze, An Ge coldly stood up.

Tang Jiuze watched her leisurely, "Angry already?"

An Ge stared at him with an expressionless face and said:

"Tang Jiuze, with someone as twisted as you, you’ll never get the love you desire in your lifetime."

She paused slightly,

"I’ve already paid for dinner. Enjoy it alone."

Shortly after An Ge left, Tang Jiuze angrily flipped the table.

In an instant, the private room was left in utter disarray.

Afterward, Tang Jiuze downed half a bottle of white wine before rising from the sofa.

Drinking heavily made him stagger upon standing.

He sank back down, waiting for the dizziness to pass before fishing out his phone and calling An Jifeng.

At that moment, An Jifeng was entertaining Mr. Fu and Madam Fu.

Mr. Fu and Madam Fu held great regard for the child An Muxin was carrying. Although Huo Shaoyan didn’t acknowledge the child as his, Mr. Fu and Madam Fu were willing to.

They planned to take the child into the Fu Family after its safe birth, raising him under the Fu surname.

Knowing their intentions, An Jifeng said:

"This matter requires the consent of both Muxin and my grandfather. So, I can’t give you an answer right now. Apologies."

After speaking, An Jifeng gestured toward them:

"I need to take a call. Let’s talk later."

Taking his phone, he stepped away from Mr. Fu and Madam Fu and answered Tang Jiuze’s call.

"You don’t call me often. What’s the matter?"

Tang Jiuze cut to the chase and asked, "Did you take a baby boy from the Qin family massacre years ago?"

An Jifeng narrowed his eyes, "Why are you asking about that?"

After a moment of thought, Tang Jiuze said:

"Someone asked me about it." He paused briefly, "So, there really is a survivor from the Qin family?"

An Jifeng denied it without hesitation:

"No. Back then, I did take a baby boy, but he didn’t survive. He passed away later."

He paused, then asked, "Who’s asking you about this?"

Knowing that An Jifeng was fiercely protective of his sister, and given the enmity between An Ge and An Muxin, Tang Jiuze decided not to mention An Ge.

He said simply, "Just someone asking. That’s all..."

Saying this, he prepared to end the call.

Yet An Jifeng wasn’t pleased.

His voice carried a raspy undertone, imbued with an unspeakable dark aggression:

"We haven’t hung out in ages. When are you free? Let me buy you a drink."

Tang Jiuze replied, "Let’s wait...for Commander An’s birthday banquet. I have a project launching in the Imperial City then."

An Jifeng responded, "Alright."

After ending his call with Tang Jiuze, An Jifeng turned and saw An Muxin.

An Muxin was already showing. Even under loose-fitting sleepwear, her pregnant belly was evident.

An Muxin had come looking for An Jifeng specifically.

She hurried to him and asked, "I heard Mr. Fu and Madam Fu are here?"

An Jifeng nodded and explained their intentions, then said:

"They want to take your child back to the Fu Family after its safe birth and have the child adopted under the Fu surname. What do you think?"

An Muxin dared not let the child be born, as it wasn’t Huo Shaoyan’s.

But her current situation left her utterly powerless.

She desperately needed a powerful backing to help her regain her position.

If Mr. Fu and Madam Fu claimed the child, Imperial City’s elite would refrain from mocking her for an out-of-wedlock pregnancy.

With the Fu Family’s support, even Huo Shaoyan wouldn’t dare disrespect her.

Thinking it through, An Muxin said:

"Big brother, to be honest, I regret deciding to keep this child. Because of it, I’ve become the laughingstock of the entire upper-class circle,

where everyone mocks me for being pregnant before marriage, and for being thrown out by Huo Shaoyan. They shame me for being reckless and without dignity...

If the Fu Family is willing to stand up for my unborn child, my future days will undoubtedly be smoother. So, I’m willing to hand over custody of the child to the Fu Family once it’s safely born."

...

**

Meanwhile.

After leaving Tang Jiuze, An Ge drove to the hotel where Huo Shaoyan was staying.

Arriving at the hotel parking lot, she called Jiang Fengmian.

Jiang Fengmian’s voice was cold: "What is it?"

An Ge said: "Huo Shaoyan says he’s got a fever..."

Jiang Fengmian raised his brows in mockery: "So he won’t go to the hospital, but calls you to come keep him company?"

An Ge pursed her lips, saying, "That’s roughly the case..."

Jiang Fengmian sneered: "Then why are you calling me? Want me to play third wheel? He’ll kill me."

An Ge frowned, "But he has a fever. Doesn’t he need medicine?"

Jiang Fengmian retorted icily, "Ms. An, he doesn’t need medicine—he needs you. Don’t you see that?"

An Ge felt it was crucial for Huo Shaoyan’s physical health not to deteriorate, as Huo Chenghuan’s condition couldn’t endure further delays.

If a fever wasn’t treated promptly, complications like meningitis could arise.

So she told Jiang Fengmian:

"I just want to know if you’ll come."

Pausing, she added,

"I just saw Jiang Qingyi and a group of young people heading into the hotel. I overheard them saying they’re celebrating a birthday. Is it her birthday today?"

Jiang Fengmian froze at her words, visibly startled, "Send me the hotel address."

After ending her call with Jiang Fengmian, An Ge stepped out of the car.

Five minutes later, she knocked on Huo Shaoyan’s door.

Fresh from the shower, Huo Shaoyan was clad in nothing but a bath towel wrapped around his waist.

Upon hearing the knock, he walked toward the door. "Who is it?"

An Ge’s voice was gentle and breezy: "It’s me."

Huo Shaoyan’s thin lips curved slightly, then he opened the door.

An Ge didn’t expect to see Huo Shaoyan clad only in a bath towel as she stepped inside.

Despite the fine scars scattered across his body, each sinewy muscle on his frame exuded firmness, latent with explosive force.

The scar at his abdomen—left by an axe injury—had healed but remained grotesque in appearance.

An Ge’s gaze lingered on the menacing scar for a few seconds before she averted her eyes, raising her head to meet his intense, dark gaze,

"Can you put your clothes on first?"

Huo Shaoyan replied with a straight face:

"Later." He paused and tossed a tube of ointment at her. "Help me apply this."

After a brief hesitation, he added, gazing at her,

"These lacerations, caused by shards from the explosion—though shallow—actually hurt quite a bit."

An Ge took the ointment from his hand.

The ointment was a high-quality one sourced by Gu Changfeng. Back when they were all hospitalized, An Ge asked Nanny Lin to deliver some to Huo Shaoyan.

But then Nanny Lin had told her that as soon as Huo Shaoyan learned the ointment was from Gu Changfeng, he immediately tossed it into the trash.

Not only that, he forbade anyone from retrieving it.

This prompted An Ge, in the present moment, to say a few words to Huo Shaoyan.

As she unscrewed the lid and began applying the cool and soothing ointment to his wounds, she remarked:

"Weren’t you scornful of this ointment? Nanny Lin told me you threw it into the trash."

Her hands were tender, carrying an undeniable delicacy as they swept across the abrasions on his chest.

The ointment eased the pain, while the woman’s touch soothed the soul.

A low moan of relief involuntarily escaped from Huo Shaoyan’s throat, making An Ge’s cheeks flush red.

An Ge scolded him in frustration, "Huo Shaoyan, I’m applying medicine. Can you stay serious?"

Huo Shaoyan looked innocent, yet earnest, "How am I not serious? You’re touching me in a way that feels so good; it’s beyond my control to make a sound."

After a moment, he added, "Your hand better not go any lower, or else something might stiffen—and it would hurt more than my wounds!"