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

Mrs. Huo couldn't stand to see Young Master Huo bullying An Ge like that. She swung her cane and hit Young Master Huo, pushing him away.


Mrs. Huo glared at him angrily, "You fool, talk if you want, but don't lay a finger on her."


She paused and asked, "An An said you're injured, but I don't see it. Where are you hurt?"


An Ge thought she was concerned about Young Master Huo, so she spoke up, "He's got a knife wound on his abdomen…"


As soon as she finished, Mrs. Huo hit Young Master Huo on his abdomen with the cane again, "I'm just hitting this beast who doesn't know pain."


Young Master Huo grunted in pain, his face turning white as cold sweat dripped down. It was summer, and he was only wearing a white shirt. Blood quickly seeped from the reopened wound, staining his shirt.


Mrs. Huo felt a bit guilty, saying, "Oh, I thought it was just a minor wound. I didn't expect this thick-skinned idiot to be so easily hurt."


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