Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies
Chapter 85: The Intense Jealousy~

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: The Intense Jealousy~

Her words continued,

"Our agreement is still valid. When it ends, you just need to pay me fifty million. If anything happens to me but the baby survives, please keep your promise to take care of the baby and my mother. In short, I’ll fulfill my promise and give you blood transfusions regularly every month. But from now on, I don’t want to trouble you or add to your burdens. I’ll handle my own affairs and deal with my own messes myself..."

She paused for a moment,

"Young Master Huo, it’s quite late. You should head back. I need to rest too."

Huo Shaoyan, his chest trembling with rage, gritted his teeth and said,

"You have some nerve. But don’t forget, you’re currently holding the title of Madam Huo’s god-granddaughter, which means you’re part of the Huo Family..."

An Ge interrupted him again,

"Didn’t we agree not to have the formal recognition banquet yet? Once I’m discharged, I will make things clear to Mrs. Huo and ask her to take back this kindness."

Huo Shaoyan stormed off in anger.

An Ge stayed in the hospital for four days before her condition improved.

During this time, Mrs. Huo visited once. An Ge brought up the god-granddaughter issue, but Mrs. Huo refused, as she genuinely liked An Ge. So, An Ge wasn’t able to handle that matter.

Of course, [An Baoying’s family of three] visited more frequently during this period. But An Ge only met with them once to confirm the date for her mother’s bone marrow transplant, scheduled for this Saturday. Today was Thursday, just two days away.

After completing the discharge procedures, she bumped into Xiao Ye downstairs.

Xiao Ye had come out in an unusually understated black Volkswagen this time.

His outfit today had a strong youthful vibe—a loose white hoodie and light gray pants, with an exaggerated tiger head pattern embroidered on the back of the hoodie.

An Ge glanced at the tiger head pattern on his back and said, "Isn’t next year the Year of the Rabbit?"

Xiao Ye wasn’t sensitive to these things, but the driver, who ran errands for him, was, "Yes. Right now, many wealthy families are starting to have their New Year outfits custom-made at Xiu Fang Pavilion. Xiu Fang Pavilion operates on a membership basis. The yearly fees are exorbitant, not to mention the high prices for all custom designs."

Xiu Fang Pavilion was a high-end or top-tier traditional style design house. The annual fee of two hundred thousand yuan was a threshold that excluded quite a number of people. They essentially operated in the private domain section of high-end business circles.

However, [Jingcheng] was the foremost of the six ancient capitals and the whole circle was particularly fond of traditional elements. Those who wanted to mix into the elite circles and make connections didn’t care about this threshold at all.

Additionally, with the growth of the national economy and cultural confidence, traditional elements had spread across the country like wildfire.

An Ge foresaw a trend of traditional styles becoming inevitable in the future.

If she could seize this opportunity and integrate traditional elements inheriting national culture into the regular consumer market, making such clothing affordable for all ordinary people who loved traditional elements, that would be an excellent start.

Unfortunately, Zhou Hongxiu rejected her.

Without financial support, a complete production line, or an excellent original design team, it was tough work, and the return of funds would be challenging as well.

Thinking of this, An Ge temporarily abandoned the idea of creating an original brand.

She felt that the fastest way to make money was either entertainment journalism or detective work. Uncovering dirt on any big boss or superstar and the money would just flow to her.

"You came to find me, have you made up your mind?" An Ge asked, then added, "You must think it through. Doing this is not only unethical but also offends people, and if your backing isn’t strong enough, you’re bound to get beaten up."

Xiao Ye had already found someone to evaluate these risks.

He thought the Xiao Family had a particularly solid foundation in Jingcheng. If the other party’s dark history were uncovered, they’d obediently offer money to resolve the trouble and usually wouldn’t dare provoke him.

He came over to directly take An Ge to see the office he had pretty much set up.

"There aren’t many in all of Jingcheng who dare compare their backing with me. If you’re not afraid, I’ll take you to see our office now."

An Ge hadn’t expected that during her hospital stay, Xiao Ye had quietly gone ahead and rented an office.

Her eyes lit up, and she unreservedly praised him, "Brother Ye, you’re the best! If you don’t make money, who will?"

The more you compliment a man, the more capable he becomes!

Under her sweet words, Xiao Ye swiftly took the luggage from her hand and, quite gentlemanly, opened the car door for her, "Let’s go."

The car quickly disappeared at the hospital entrance.

Across the road, a black Ghost slowly wound down its window, revealing a man’s handsome yet inscrutable face.

His voice was terribly aloof, "We’re here."

From the back seat, Jiang Fengmian opened the door and got out.

[I]n the last night’s gathering organized by that idiot Xiao Chaofeng, Jiang Fengmian drank heavily and sought refuge with Huo Shaoyan.

Huo Shaoyan, on his way to the company, passed by Jiang Fengmian’s hospital, so he gave him a lift.

Jiang Fengmian also saw the scene where Xiao Ye was attending to An Ge with great dedication.

Before turning away, he glanced at Huo Shaoyan in the driver’s seat, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and said,

"You gotta admit, that idiotic nephew of Xiao Chaofeng is actually quite handsome. I remember the young nurses in our hospital all have a crush on his type."

He paused and emphasized, "Even my cousin, who’s just starting her second year in college, is totally into him."

Huo Shaoyan’s hand resting on the steering wheel tightened, veins bulging, as he gritted his teeth, "If you’ve got something to say, damn well spit it out."

Jiang Fengmian mockingly laughed, "I just did."

Huo Shaoyan really felt like hitting the gas and running him over.

He held back, lowered his head, found An Ge’s phone number, and dialed it.