Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 70 Ambiguity Heats Up

Chapter 70: Chapter 70 Ambiguity Heats Up

Xiao Ye said, "Why are you so spineless?"

"I just don’t want to get myself into trouble. I’m investigating her only because I want her mom, Bai Meilan, to happily donate bone marrow to my mom, not to offend her current backer, Huo Shaoyan."

Xiao Ye was so angry he seemed ready to punch through the airwaves. He bellowed, "Then how do you plan on making money, if you’re so hesitant and forward-thinking?"

Making money ahead of time was something An Ge was interested in, so she replied, "I think your Jinshiyuan Internet Cafe is about as good as it’s going to get. If you want to prove to your family that you have a knack for business, why not open an entertainment news or detective agency instead? I have half a million, though it’s not much, I’d invest it all if you started one."

The two of them chatted enthusiastically for nearly half an hour about opening an entertainment news agency before ending the conversation.

After they wrapped up, Xiao Ye sent a WeChat message: Hey, where’s that lousy Peace Fortune you stitched? Send me a pic!

An Ge found the Peace Fortune, took a picture, sent it over, and messaged, "I’m going to sleep and nurture the baby, night!"

She turned off the lights and was about to get into bed when the door sounded.

An Ge was exasperated.

She guessed it wouldn’t be Huo Shaoyan. Given his aloof, untouchable ancestor-like attitude, if he really wanted something from her, he’d at most call her over instead of personally knocking on her door.

Since it wasn’t Huo Shaoyan, then at this late hour, it could only be An Baoying.

Hence, An Ge opened the door with a bad attitude, "What’s your problem now..."

Her words caught in her throat.

Outside, only a small wall lamp was lit. In the dim light, the man’s expression was cold, enough to make her lose her nerve.

An Ge lost her composure, "Uh, sorry, I almost forgot, I need to recite scriptures for you."

Reciting scriptures was monotonous. It wasn’t as lively or interesting as a story and was hard to understand when encountering obscure characters.

After about half an hour of reciting, she noticed the man still had bright, alert eyes as he polished his gun, not the slightest intention of sleeping, and she instantly felt hopeless.

She yawned and cautiously suggested, "Young Master Huo, how about I get you a little spirit instead?"

As soon as she said it, the man pulled the trigger with a click, scaring her into a cold sweat.

Fortunately, there were no bullets.

She was trembling as she said, "The little spirit is a type of audio device that can meet all your sound needs. It can sing, read, recite scriptures, and even function as an alarm clock... It’s a thousand times better than me, a soulless reading machine. If you have trouble sleeping, I think you could try listening to it..."

The man sneered, "You’d rather I pop some sleeping pills and die, right?"

An Ge was speechless.

"Keep reading, until I’m asleep or can’t stand it."

An Ge had no choice but to continue.

She didn’t know how long she had been reciting, but her throat was parched, and her tongue felt like it was on fire when she finally lifted her gaze from the Buddhist Scripture Collection.

She originally intended to ask the man’s opinion on getting some water to soothe her throat.

But when she glanced up, she saw the man, still lying on his side, breathing evenly, actually asleep.

However, the blanket was barely covering his waist, and the top of his robe was half-open. If he slept like this, he was bound to catch a cold.

Out of goodwill, after placing the Buddhist Scripture Collection back on the nightstand, she leaned over and carefully pulled the blanket up to his neck.

Just as she was about to release it, the man abruptly opened his eyes and reached for her neck in one swift move.

This must have been a reflexive defensive habit developed in extreme environments as his strong grip, in another second, could have snapped An Ge’s neck.

An Ge let out a pained scream, "Ah, Young Master Huo, you’re hurting me."

Because of her voice, it took about seven or eight seconds for Huo Shaoyan to withdraw his hand.

His Phoenix Eyes were icy as he looked at her and said coldly, "What were you doing?"

After regaining composure from the suffocating episode, An Ge explained, "I saw you were asleep and was afraid you’d catch a cold, so I wanted to cover you with the blanket."

Huo Shaoyan stared at her with an unfathomable expression for a good half a minute before he coldly said, "Mind your own business!"

That’s why An Ge was so wary of him.

This guy was more unpredictable than a devil, often using his status and power to bully others. Apart from enduring it, she didn’t have the leverage to fight back.

Even a clay figurine has a bit of temper.

An Ge’s stubborn streak began to rise again but was miraculously suppressed within seconds.

She took a deep breath, "Young Master Huo, my throat is blazing after all that reading; am I allowed to go back to my room and rest now?"

The man seemed troubled, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose before waving her over, "Come here."

An Ge looked at him, her heart pounding, her voice cautious, "What for?"

"I have a headache, come and knead it for me."

An Ge didn’t want to give him a massage.

Massaging a tiger’s head, if her technique was off, might end with her being torn apart, right?

But she didn’t dare to openly refuse.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Young Master Huo, my hand... is cramping, I can’t knead right now."

Her excuse was embarrassingly poor.

The man instantly opened his Phoenix Eyes, now bloodshot, staring at her coldly, "Are you looking to die?"