Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 483 Jealousy, Jealousy

Chapter 483: Chapter 483 Jealousy, Jealousy

Mo Yuan didn’t have time to finish calling his name before the man already walked out of the booth.

Young Master Huo did indeed go to the restroom.

But upon reaching the restroom, he took out his phone which was vibrating frantically.

It was An Ge calling.

He should have refused to listen.

But, somehow, he had an urgent desire to answer her call.

However, before answering, he opened the unread text message she had sent earlier.

It was a photo of the woman with... a man.

The background was especially ambiguous in a bar, their heads leaning together, seemingly whispering secrets to each other.

The woman’s gaze at the young man was intense, and the young man’s gaze at the woman was even more profound.

After looking at the photo, Huo Shaoyan felt a surge of foul air in his chest, but he couldn’t release it.

He was very angry.

This woman?

How could she be like this?

Turn her back as soon as she’s satisfied?

Needing him, she clings to him, not letting him go; when she doesn’t need him, she runs off to find another young man?

Huo Shaoyan had the illusion of a green glow above his head.

His throat bobbed intensely.

After calming down, he connected the call from An Ge.

From the phone, the soft and sweet voice of the woman quickly came through, "President Huo, you’re so slow to pick up the phone."

She even complained about his slowness.

The foul air in Huo Shaoyan’s chest intensified.

Yet, he magically suppressed it.

He was still able to remain composed and said coldly:

"So, Ms. An, are you calling to ruin my candlelight dinner for something very important?"

The woman on the other end laughed ambiguously and said mildly:

"It’s not anything very important, just... I found that abandoning you, this crooked tree, has better options. The young men outside are good-looking and strong, the key is their sweet talk..."

She deliberately paused for a few seconds and continued:

"President Huo, I find that you’re a bit old and hard to chew, I want to change my taste, just letting you know. After all, I’m finding new fathers for the kids, so I have to tell you."

After saying this, she hung up the man’s phone.

After that, she turned off her phone.

Jiang Fengmian, sitting across from her, looked at her with near admiration in his eyes, yet his tone contained a bit of sarcasm,

"Aren’t you afraid you’re playing with fire?"

An Ge had the handsome young man next to her pour her a glass of juice.

She rested her chin on one hand and smiled at Jiang Fengmian, "I’m an insulator, can’t catch fire."

Jiang Fengmian snorted coldly, "Do you think doing this is effective?"

An Ge sipped the juice brought to her mouth by the handsome young man and said, "Who knows? Whether it’s effective, you have to try to find out."

Jiang Fengmian was craving a cigarette.

But, An Ge was pregnant, he couldn’t smoke in the booth.

Coincidentally, Jiang Qingyi hadn’t come out from the booth next door with her friends for a while, he went over to take a look.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengmian stood up and said to An Ge: "I’m going out for a cigarette, and I’ll bring Jiang Qingyi back."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the handsome young man beside An Ge and said to An Ge:

"I called five or six men for you, you picked and chose, but ended up choosing one who looks most like him? Quite interesting."

An Ge winked at him:

"What’s the problem? This kind of aesthetic grows on my heart, I can’t defy my heart and pick someone I don’t like."

Jiang Fengmian didn’t bother with her anymore.

Before leaving, he said to the man beside An Ge, "Xiao Sang, she’s not to be trifled with, take it easy."

Called Xiao Sang was a new artist signed by Jiang Fengmian’s entertainment company, originally he was a singing and dancing type contestant but hasn’t gained much popularity, recently he became popular for a supporting role in a historical idol drama.

The company packaged him as a little wolf dog, both cute and fierce.

His name is Sang Ting, his facial features resemble those of Huo Shaoyan to six or seven tenths, but overall his facial lines are more gentle, without Huo Shaoyan’s sharpness.

More importantly, An Ge found his emotions particularly stable, when he smiled, a shallow dimple appeared on his cheeks, his voice was soothing enough to calm her mind.

Sang Ting was initially very reluctant to accompany Jiang Boss for a drink.

But, male artists like female artists, if they want to climb desperately to the top, necessary socializing or unspoken rules, he can’t escape.

Therefore, when initially coming to the appointment, Sang Ting was not happy inside.

But, seeing the female client to accompany was a devastatingly beautiful woman like An Ge, he felt he might fall in love at first sight.

Therefore, in response to Jiang Fengmian’s warning, Sang Ting simply said calmly: "I will take good care of Ms. An for you."

After Jiang Fengmian left, Sang Ting took the initiative to chat with An Ge, "Can I call you sister?"

Sang Ting was only twenty, younger than An Ge.

An Ge looked at his smiling almond eyes, stars flickering in his eyes, clear and not yet polluted by the world, very clean.

An Ge really liked the star-like sparkle in his eyes.

She looked at him and said with a smile: "Then why don’t you call me twice and let me hear."

Sang Ting used his original voice for acting, female fans said his voice was so good it could make people pregnant, male fans said it was tempting enough to make them feel aroused.

He was recently very popular, although An Ge didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment circle, but hotspot pushes on various apps, she saw quite a bit.

Therefore, she was aware of the online reviews about Sang Ting.

So when Sang Ting’s address of sister reached her ears, An Ge felt that netizens really didn’t deceive her, it was indeed pleasant enough to make her feel good.

She rested her chin on one hand, getting interested in chatting with him, she asked:

"I heard you were originally a singing and dancing contestant but remained lukewarm, how did you suddenly decide to act?"

The woman’s eyes were very beautiful, when speaking, they were lively and sincere, yet these eyes seemed to hide stories making it impossible to see through her.

But, because of these eyes, Sang Ting had a desire to confide for the first time.

He looked into An Ge’s eyes and said lightly: "Because of money. I lack money."

People hurried and busy, all for small pieces of silver.

As a singing and dancing contestant, even if not popular, relying on the signed agency wouldn’t leave one impoverished without food.

An Ge curiously asked: "Lack of money?"

"I have a younger sister, burdened with a murder case, the plaintiff’s background is prominent, they declared they would spend all they had to make my sister pay with her life for their only son. But my sister is so innocent?"

An Ge frowned and asked, "Your sister, she..."

Sang Ting looked at An Ge, his gaze calm, with almost no emotion in his eyes, and said:

"My sister is 17 this year. Three months ago, she was violated by a young master. To protect herself, she accidentally killed him with an ashtray. That beast was the only male in his family,

and at first, his family wanted my sister to pay for that beast’s life. But two months ago, my sister was found to be pregnant, and that family forced my sister to give birth to that beast’s child,

otherwise, they would ensure I could never amount to anything for the rest of my life. My sister, feeling sorry for the hardships of her brother, eventually compromised and was taken away by them. When I wanted to see her again, I couldn’t contact her anymore. So, I need money to sue them..."

The power and influence allow one to turn black to white and white to black.

For Sang Ting, who has no background, it is very difficult to speak up for his sister.

An Ge felt compassion for Sang Ting and asked, "What was the name of that beast who died?"

Sang Ting: "Tang Yan, a member of the Tang Family."

An Ge quickly searched her brain for any information on this person,

"Is he from the Tang Family? What’s his relation to Tang Jiuze, the boss of Tang Ying Media?"

Sang Ting: "Apparently, he is his nephew."

An Ge nodded, "I’ll help you."

Sang Ting was surprised, "You’ll help me?"

An Ge said to him:

"Just now, at the bar entrance, my shoelace got loose and I almost tripped. At that time, you didn’t know my identity but were willing to kneel down to tie the shoelace of a pregnant woman. You have a good heart, so consider this me returning the favor."

Outside, the rain was pouring, and the lights at the bar entrance were somewhat dim.

At that time, Sang Ting was just a few steps away from An Ge.

He had a pregnant friend before, so when he noticed An Ge’s walking posture resembling a pregnant woman’s and saw her nearly trip over her loose shoelace, he hurriedly helped her out of goodwill.

Unexpectedly, this act of kindness brought him a return.

Sang Ting felt a bit excited inside.

He looked at An Ge with a bit more eagerness and said:

"But, sister, the Tang Family is not to be trifled with. We only have met once, I don’t want to bring you trouble."

An Ge looked at him and smiled, "You called me sister, so I’ll help you."

Sang Ting was emotionally stirred, he asked, "Sister, is there anything I can do to help you?"

An Ge thought for a moment and said:

"Well, I have an ex-husband, he’s besotted with a woman. I want to get him back, but it’s hard to pursue him. I need you to help me, and provoke him a bit."

Sang Ting understood, "Alright."

The two hit it off well, and when Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Qingyi didn’t return after almost twenty minutes, An Ge called Jiang Fengmian.

"Where are you guys?"

Jiang Fengmian replied, "Police station."

An Ge frowned, "Police station? What happened? What’s going on?"

Jiang Fengmian gave a brief explanation: "Jiang Qingyi drank too much and accidentally cracked Huo Tingxiao’s head open. Huo Tingxiao isn’t easy to deal with, so he called the police."

An Ge’s brow furrowed deeper, "Isn’t Huo Tingxiao Jiang Qingyi’s actual uncle?"

Jiang Fengmian sneered, "What about being actual uncle? Does kinship make things easier to talk about?"

An Ge: "..."

Jiang Fengmian hung up An Ge’s call.

Sang Ting noticed An Ge’s furrowed brow, "Sister, what’s wrong? Did something happen?"

An Ge said, "It’s nothing. Let’s go back." She paused and asked, "Where do you live?"

Sang Ting said, "I’ve recently gotten promoted to a higher position, living at the apartment owned by the agency."

An Ge said, "Alright, I’ll take you there." She paused, "And also, tell me in detail about the evidence you have gathered that’s beneficial to your sister’s case."

Sang Ting listened to An Ge’s suggestion and did not refuse her offer to take him back.

He nodded, "Thank you."

Five minutes later, An Ge and Sang Ting walked out of the bar side by side.

Outside, the rain was heavy, showing no sign of stopping.

Because of the bar’s low terrain, there was already deep water accumulation on the road.

Sang Ting stepped into the water, which reached up to his calves.

Sang Ting, holding an umbrella, turned back to look at An Ge and said:

"Sister, the water is deep and the road is slippery, and the weather is cold. You’re pregnant, you can’t get sick. Let me carry you?"

As An Ge instinctively wanted to refuse, she looked up to see a man walking through the rain holding a black umbrella.

He wore a black shirt, black pants, tall and upright.

The bar entrance lights shone on his face, making his already sharp features even colder,

but he had an innate noble aura, bringing great sense of oppression as soon as he appeared.

Sang Ting quickly turned because of the strong pressure.

When their eyes met, Sang Ting noticed the man’s pupils constricted noticeably.

Of course, Sang Ting’s pupils were also a bit surprised; he found that his features had some similarity to this man.

Sang Ting was clever and quickly connected some thoughts.

He retracted his gaze and looked at An Ge’s face, "Sister, is he your ex-husband?"

An Ge was somewhat surprised by Huo Shaoyan’s appearance.

She didn’t expect that he would really come looking for her.

An Ge felt a slight emotion cross her heart and then said to Sang Ting, "Didn’t you say you wanted to carry me? I’ll hold the umbrella for you, carry me to the car."

Sang Ting understood, hurriedly lifted the umbrella over An Ge’s head and then bent down to carefully lift An Ge horizontally in his arms.

But, while Sang Ting was carrying An Ge and passed by Huo Shaoyan, Huo Shaoyan grabbed one of Sang Ting’s arms.

Sang Ting, being very self-disciplined, had powerful muscles in every line on his arms.

Thus, he quickly freed himself from Huo Shaoyan’s hand.

He looked up, his gaze not yielding, meeting Huo Shaoyan’s dark eyes and said, "Sir, may I ask what you need?"

He was very polite.

Huo Shaoyan looked at his face, eyes filled with strong hostility.

This was a very young face.

Oh, not just young, but also very fit, with exquisite features.

Huo Shaoyan’s throat bobbed once, he said coldly, "Do you know who I am?"

Sang Ting saw the anger in his eyes and intense hostility, recalling what An Ge had said to him.

Sister wants this unfaithful man to turn back to her; Sister hopes he will provoke this man.

Thinking of this, Sang Ting said, "Sister said you are her ex-husband."