Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 423: Deep Affection

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Deep Affection

An Ge said, "Let’s talk when we meet."

"Okay."

After finishing the call with Huo Shaoyan, An Ge changed out of the hospital gown.

Although she had lost a lot of weight, her slightly protruding pregnant belly was quite obvious.

Therefore, she put on a high-waisted matcha-colored dress with a light white cardigan over it.

In this outfit, she looked energetic and her pregnant belly was not visible.

Due to insufficient blood and energy, her lips were somewhat pale. To improve her overall complexion, she applied some lipstick while looking in the mirror.

Her facial features were naturally striking, and even without makeup, she could stand out in a crowd. With a bit of lipstick, she had a beauty that seemed to transcend time.

Speaking of transcending time, An Ge naturally thought of the photo Mo Yuan sent her, which was suspected to be of Qin Huaisheng in his youth.

In his youth, Qin Huaisheng also had exceptionally striking features, exuding a beauty that was captivating through time.

As An Ge gazed at herself in the mirror, she became absorbed for a while until Qin Lang arrived to pick her up.

She rarely wore brightly colored clothing.

Therefore, when Qin Lang saw her, he was noticeably taken aback.

His gaze did not dare linger, quickly lowering his head, and he said to her, "Ms. An, the president has asked me to escort you to have dinner with him."

An Ge nodded, "Alright." After a pause, she asked, "Is he still in the Fu Group president’s office?"

Qin Lang nodded, "The president still has some matters to deal with, but your dining location is not at the Fu Group."

An Ge indifferently responded with an "oh," then fell silent.

Qin Lang drove the car, and An Ge had stayed in the hospital for about a week.

For this period, she seemed disconnected from the outside world, but as the car entered the bustling district, she finally felt like she was amidst the hustle and bustle of life.

The city center was slightly congested.

They arrived at their destination forty minutes later.

Qin Lang opened the door and walked around to An Ge’s side to open her door, "Ms. An, we’ve arrived."

An Ge nodded and got out of the car.

Before her was the iconic structure of the Imperial City, the Imperial Building, towering into the clouds.

An Ge looked up at the brightly lit Imperial Building and asked, "Is President Huo here?"

Qin Lang said, "I’ll call the president."

An Ge nodded, "Alright."

Meanwhile, Qin Lang made a call to Huo Shaoyan.

An Ge found the design of the Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls fountain at the Imperial Building particularly interesting.

At a glance, there were at least a thousand jets, with the highest spraying up to a hundred meters. The water columns danced with laser fireworks, while music and fountains harmonized, creating a unique visual feast of water, fire, light, and shadow. An Ge stood there for quite a while.

When Qin Lang returned from his call, he saw her watching the fountain intently.

Qin Lang said, "The Nine Dragons Playing with Pearls fountain is the largest in the Imperial City, offering a 360-degree view and capable of reaching up to a hundred meters. It’s the most famous landmark in the Imperial City..."

An Ge turned around, her eyes glistening in the overlapping light, and asked him, "Who is its designer?"

Qin Lang was momentarily stunned but quickly replied:

"Young Master Qin, Qin Jingmo."

After a pause,

"Young Master Qin was a renowned architect worldwide back in the day. After the incident with the Qin family, the entire architecture circle felt regretful."

Qin Jingmo!

So, the Young Master Qin was named Qin Jingmo.

An Ge became absorbed for a while and asked Qin Lang:

"What is the relationship between Qin Jingmo and... Mr. An, An Jifeng? I heard that after the Qin family’s massacre, Mr. An took away a three-month-old baby from the scene, and it’s said that the baby was Young Master Qin’s son. Is that true?"

Qin Lang was somewhat surprised, "I... I’m not too sure about these things."

An Ge said a light "oh" and asked, "Your President Huo should know something about this matter, right?"

Qin Lang said, "Perhaps." After a pause, "The president asked me to take you upstairs first; he’s already on his way."

An Ge nodded, "Alright."

They took a private elevator directly to the top floor of the Imperial Building: the 128th floor.

Standing at the pinnacle gives one the illusion of overlooking the vast crowd below.

An Ge followed Qin Lang into a private room, which offered an exceptionally open view, showing a full panorama of both sides of the Imperial River.

Qin Lang said, "Ms. An, please sit for a while; the president will arrive soon."

An Ge nodded, "Okay, you go ahead."

After Qin Lang left the room, An Ge walked to the glass window, overlooking the panoramic view of the Imperial River and its banks.

Some unknown person was hosting a fireworks show, with fireworks exploding mightily, lighting up the entire sky as if it were daytime.

The fireworks were beautiful.

Yet, An Ge wasn’t in the mood; her mind was filled with thoughts about Qin Jingmo. She was eager to learn everything about him, just as she wished to uncover the mystery of her own origins.

The fireworks display lasted nearly ten minutes before it ended.

At the very end, An Ge inadvertently lifted her eyes and saw that the final shape of the fireworks was a heart-piercing declaration of love.

For some reason, her heart felt as if it had been struck heavily, overwhelmed with emotion.

Just then, a waiter’s voice came from behind, "Hello, Ms. An, these are the roses sent by President Huo."

An Ge was momentarily stunned, her red lips softly uttering a few hesitant words, "Roses from President Huo for me?"

"Yes, Ms. An."

As the waiter moved aside, An Ge saw on the trolley a bunch of roses arranged in a flourishing display.

In the center of the roses was a heart shape.

It’s really tacky.

Yet, An Ge felt struck in the heart by this overly clichéd gesture.

She walked over to the cart, her eyes resting on the sparkling little lights encircling the roses, feeling quite indescribable.

Maybe her expression was too calm, the waiter spoke to ease the atmosphere,

"Altogether, there are nine hundred ninety-nine roses, President Huo hopes you like them."

An Ge gave the waiter a gentle smile, asked, "That fireworks show just now..."

The waiter replied, "It was also arranged by President Huo."

An Ge nodded, "Got it, you may leave."

Fireworks, roses... Hmm, next should be cake, candlelight dinner, and a proposal or something?

Thinking this, An Ge took out her phone and called Huo Shaoyan, who was yet to appear,

"How long until you arrive?"

At this moment, Huo Shaoyan was parking downstairs and stepped out of the car, "Already downstairs."

An Ge acknowledged, "Alright, let’s talk when we meet."

Huo Shaoyan couldn’t bear to hang up just like that, "Did you see the fireworks?"

An Ge responded, "Yes."

Huo Shaoyan asked, "Do you like it?"

An Ge admitted, "It’s okay."

Fireworks usually add a festive touch to major celebrations, essential on necessary occasions.

But, because she harbored burdens in her heart, her mind was tangled up, greatly diminishing her mood to enjoy the fireworks show.

So, she could only say it’s okay.

Huo Shaoyan sensed she seemed unhappy, frowned and asked, "What’s wrong? Not happy?"

An Ge said, "No."

Not wanting Huo Shaoyan to notice anything unusual, she quickly added,

"President Huo took the trouble to invite me to see the fireworks show, I am not unhappy."

Huo Shaoyan replied in a calm tone, "Really? Do you like the roses then?"

An Ge crossed her arms and walked to the glass window again, overlooking the bustling night view of the Imperial City, "Very tacky."

Huo Shaoyan frowned, "Tacky? Don’t women all like flowers and roses?"

An Ge replied with a trace of a smile, "I said tacky, but didn’t say I don’t like them."

Her words softened the tension on Huo Shaoyan’s face a bit, "You go ahead and order, whatever you want, I’ll be there soon..."

"Huo Shaoyan."

An Ge called him just before he hung up the phone.

Huo Shaoyan asked in a gentle voice, "What’s the matter?"

An Ge pressed her lips together, "Seeing the setup tonight, are you planning to propose on your knee?"

Huo Shaoyan avoided confirming, "Let’s talk when we meet..."

"Huo Shaoyan."

An Ge called him once more.

As he walked to the exclusive elevator of the Imperial Building, he replied to her, "I’m here."

The man’s voice was gentle and affectionate, concealing deep emotions.

Some words felt stuck in her throat, failing to come out.

An Ge’s throat moved slightly, after a while she said, "Nothing, see you later." Paused, "See you in a bit."

Five minutes later, Huo Shaoyan appeared in front of her.

The lighting in the private room was soft, creating an ambiguous and sweet atmosphere.

Under the interwoven light and shadows, the man in a neat suit looked unreal in his handsomeness.

Seeing his well-groomed hair and tidy attire, An Ge confirmed her hunch.

The man was about to propose to her.

Yet, the shackles tying her down made it impossible for her to agree to remarry him.

Everything she was doing with him now was for the sake of acting.

Acting meant deception.

And once a lie is spoken, it cannot be stopped; it’s like a rolling snowball, growing larger until the day it breaks apart completely.

Thus, An Ge was very afraid that Huo Shaoyan would now kneel and propose.

Therefore, she took the initiative to say, "I don’t know what’s good in this restaurant, you order, okay?"

Huo Shaoyan walked to her and held her hand.

Her hand was a bit cold, but her gaze at him was so gentle and tender it defied reason.

He squeezed her soft hand, drawing her closer, looked down at her, "Did you put on lipstick?"

An Ge raised her fair and tender face to him, her eyes slightly curved, sweetly replied:

"Yes. On a date with President Huo, can’t exactly go barefaced." Paused, "Does it look nice?"

She was as obedient as an innocent girl, her eyes holding stars of laughter.

Huo Shaoyan’s heart was almost melted by her.

He leaned down to cradle her cheek, kissed her fair cheek with his thin lips, and then touched her lip corner.

Her lips, like her hand, were cool and soft.

He felt the urge to kiss her deeply.

But he restrained himself.

He stayed at her lip corner gently for a while, then grinned and led her to sit, then called the waiter to order.

After ordering, he turned to look at her and asked:

"Why are you so obedient tonight?"