Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 41 She Was Wrong, He Was Hurt~

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 She Was Wrong, He Was Hurt~

"Oh."

An Ge opened to page 231, cleared her throat slightly, and began to read, "In life, it is like being in a thicket of thorns. If the heart does not move, one will not act impulsively. Without movement, there will be no harm. But if the heart stirs, one acts rashly, harming the body and paining the bones, thus experiencing the various sufferings of the world..."

Her voice was soft, like the summer night breeze, gentle and slow, as if there was not a trace of complaint.

Huo Shaoyan, who initially had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them as he listened.

He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the woman sitting cross-legged on the carpet, holding the book and reading with great concentration.

In his mind, he recalled the words she said to him by the well.

She said he was impressive for not fearing pain.

No.

She was wrong.

He feared pain the most.

It was just that when he was in pain, there was no one to feel it with him, much less anyone to feel sorry for him. Over time, he had become numb to the sensation.

"Destiny is created by oneself, looks are born from the heart, all things in the world are mere illusions. If the heart does not move, nothing moves..."

"You approached the old lady by unscrupulous means, obviously scared of me to death but still fawning over me. What exactly is your intention?"

Huo Shaoyan suddenly interrupted An Ge coldly, his evenly jointed fingers harshly squeezing An Ge’s chin with a sinister voice, "Tell me, who exactly sent you? Did they buy you off, to send someone who seems powerless like you to assassinate me?"

An Ge’s chin throbbed with pain.

She frowned from the pain, but couldn’t break free.

She had no choice but to look at the increasingly menacing face of the man, her voice cautious from suppressed fear, "Young Master Huo, although I don’t know why you’re so wary and suspicious, or how many enemies want your life in the dark, I am truly just an insignificant little girl. I haven’t been bought by anyone, and the reason I’ve come to this point is because I was left with no choice.

What I wish to achieve is purely based on the instinct to survive. I am very aware of the terms of the agreement between us. Rest assured, if I manage to safely give birth to a pair of twins, once the year-long term is up, I will leave Jingcheng with my children and mother without needing you to urge me away."

"Really?"

"Young Master Huo, you may not trust me, but don’t you trust yourself either? I’m right under your watch, and should you detect any disloyal behavior from me, you could discreetly have me eliminated, couldn’t you?"

"Good that you have this self-awareness. Otherwise, if I catch any of your disloyalty, I’ll make you regret living."

After saying this, Huo Shaoyan withdrew his hand from An Ge’s chin.

He lay back down, his voice returning to normal, "Continue reading with the same rhythm as before."

An Ge raised her hand to rub her sore chin, unintentionally aggravating the wound on her palm, taking in a sharp breath from the pain.

"Hiss~"

"Without the fate of luxury like that of a princess, stop feigning frailty."

He hadn’t really used much force; what was she whining about?

An Ge truly felt like crying but had no tears, daring not to speak out in anger.

She resignedly picked up the thick book again, reading with a genuinely good temper, "The Buddha said, all conditioned phenomena are due to causes and conditions. When conditions arise, it comes into being, and when conditions fade, it ceases..."

The night felt heavy, the entire bedroom only illuminated by a floor lamp in front of the bed.

With the accumulated fatigue over recent days, coupled with the early stage of pregnancy, An Ge didn’t manage to lull Huo Shaoyan to sleep but instead read herself into a state of drowsiness.

Before long, her head could no longer withstand the sleepiness and fatigue, falling toward the edge of the man’s bed.

"..."

Huo Shaoyan, sleepless, turned to look at her as her half flawless white face rested on the bed’s edge. Likely due to the pain of her palm wound, her sleeping posture was uneasy, brows continuously furrowed.

In rare charity, Huo Shaoyan did not disturb her but instead threw a quilt over her, then turned off the floor lamp.

The night was long. Some dreamed, some slept, and some remained awake.

Huo Shaoyan belonged to the last group, insomniac until dawn.

An Ge curled up with the quilt on the carpet all night, waking with a jolt from Huo Shaoyan’s foot lightly kicking her arm. All her bones felt as if they were falling apart with pain.

Before she could even absorb the overwhelming ache, her eyes met the cold face of the man looking down at her.

His eyes were very red, and the look he gave her was fierce.