Childe Wuji

After a night of indulgence, An Ge became pregnant with the powerful and influential Mr. Huo's child.
During the pregnancy, the powerful man frequently drew her blood.
In order to save her life and protect the child in her womb, she shocked everyone by saying, "Mr. Huo, I'm carrying your child!"
The man sneered, "Are you trying to blackmail me or do you wish to die? If so, I'll grant your wish!"
Disheartened, she faked her death and fled with the child.
Later, that man, who was always cold and harsh to her, knelt before her grave for three days and nights.
Later still, word somehow got out that she faked her death, and he became enraged, locking down the globe in a frenzy to find her.
Finally, one day, he cornered her at a wedding, furiously roaring, "You can't marry him, I'm the real father of the child!"
An Ge squinted and smiled slightly, "Sorry, who are you?"
In the time that followed, he humbled himself into the dust, every night kneeling in front of her bed, begging, "Miss An, please marry me."

Disheartened, I Fled from the CEO with Our Babies

An Ge ignored her and summoned a bodyguard from Fusheng Residence, who appeared holding a bald man. When An Muxin saw the bald man, she didn't think twice before grabbing an ashtray from the coffee table and hurling it at him. However, An Ge caught her wrist at the crucial moment.


An Muxin glared at her fiercely, shouting, "Let me go!"


An Ge smirked, her tone lazy as she said, "Looks like this is the kidnapper who took you."


"Of course," An Muxin responded. "Even if he turned to ash, I'd recognize him."


"Since it's confirmed that he's the one who kidnapped you, what comes next is none of my business."


An Muxin was furious, "How can it not be your business? You really do know how to wash your hands of it..."


An Ge interrupted her with a mocking smile,


"I wish I could get a mirror to show you just how hideous and ferocious you look right now."


After saying this, An Ge nodded towards Huo Shaoyan and said,


Chapter 222: Heartache, Protecting My Wife