Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!

"Of course!"

"I won’t do it!"

The two spoke in unison, leaving the doctor bemused: "...So is it ’of course,’ or ’won’t do it’?"

"Please, doctor, it’s me undergoing the surgery, and I’ve already paid. Why ask him? If I say do it, then do it. Come on, where is your operating room?" Liang Anya looked around.

Si Yuheng slightly curved his lips upward, pulling out a crocodile leather wallet from his chest pocket, his slender index fingers pinching a stack of US dollars and placing it on the counter: "Don’t perform the surgery on her. Whatever amount she paid you, here, it should be more than triple. US dollars okay? No time to exchange!"

US dollars? Of course, great!!! The doctor swallowed his saliva.

"Ha! Just triple," scoffed Anya. "Doctor, perform the surgery on me, and you can take all the money from that card—five times what he’s offering, at the very least!"

The money in that card was the pocket money her daddy had wired to her when she returned to China alone, fearing she might not have enough. It also included the salary from her internship work in H City, essentially all her current savings.

It really hurt to part with the money, but she had no other choice!

The doctor took a deep breath and immediately said, "Nurse, quickly help this lady in—"

Si Yuheng’s hand slipped back into his chest pocket and effortlessly produced a titanium black card, tossing it casually yet decisively into the doctor’s embrace: "This, could buy your clinic outright."

Damn! Is this the legendary Black Card? The doctor, taking the card, had stars in his eyes as he studied it carefully.

This damn Asian woman might be carrying the next heir to Beiming Hall in her belly; let alone one Black Card, even ten or a hundred wouldn’t be worth a single hair of the heir!

Si Yuheng was getting impatient: "If you want it, take it and get lost."

The doctor immediately dragged a nurse and went inside.

"Si Yuheng, what the hell do you want! I’ve told you, this child isn’t yours!" Liang Anya took a few steps forward, glaring at him angrily.

He looked at her with mockery, grabbing her wrist with one hand and pulling her close under his gaze: "Your word doesn’t count. Once it’s born, we’ll know."

She tried to jerk her arm free, struggling to pull away from his grip. Because of the excessive force and her lack of agility, she nearly fell, off-balance.

Behind her was a glass coffee table, its sharp corner aiming straight for her belly.

Si Yuheng’s eyes darkened. He yanked her arm and twisted his body to the side, avoiding her collision with the coffee table.

With a "thud," both of them fell to the ground, collapsing onto the thick carpet.

He felt his elbow prick from the glass of the coffee table, causing sharp pain, but just furrowed his brow and stood up, lifting her: "Is your belly okay!"

Damn! She’s a person, not just a belly, okay!

Did this man really care so much about the child in her belly?

He had so many women; if he wanted to father a child, a whole queue would line up to volunteer.

He could father till he dropped dead if he wanted to!

Why the hell did he care about the one in her belly?!

It was insane!

He became her cushion on the ground, and she knew she was unscathed, which only added to her disappointment. Gritting her teeth, she wished something had happened—better yet, she wished she had miscarried!

Seeing that she hadn’t spoken for a while and fearing complications from the fall, he snapped, "Where’s the doctor? Doctor! Get out here!"

The doctor and nurse, who had just been driven away by Si Yuheng, hurried out again.

"Check this woman to see if the child is alright," Si Yuheng ordered, pointing at Liang Anya’s belly, his veins throbbing.

"Yes, sir," the doctor exchanged a look with the nurse, and they reluctantly took Liang Anya inside.

After several minutes, the doctor and nurse returned with Liang Anya.

The doctor wiped his sweat and respectfully handed a fetal heart rate monitor report to Si Yuheng: "Sir, the fetus is very stable and healthy."

Liang Anya was in utter despair.

Si Yuheng could not understand the array of data but heard them say the fetus was fine. His face relaxed at the news, and only then did he notice the stabbing pain in his elbow growing worse, eliciting a hiss from him.

The nurse exclaimed, "Sir, your arm is bleeding, it seems to be cut..."

It was only then that Liang Anya noticed the mottled bloodstains on his elbow, likely from bumping into the glass while protecting her.

No, it wasn’t about protecting herself at all, but clearly about protecting the child in her womb!

"Sir, a piece of glass could cause a big or small injury. Would you like to have your wound cleaned?" the doctor asked.

"No need. This gentleman is invulnerable, has seen all sorts of situations, and has done all sorts of things. Such a minor injury is nothing," Liang Anya said with a sarcastic tone that was neither warm nor direct.

Si Yuheng knew she was once again mocking him and could not help but frown.

Considering the heir she was carrying in her belly, he kept his temper in check, "Lucky the child is unharmed, or else, I’d make you pay! When we get back, you rest properly and don’t think about going to the hospital again!"

Liang Anya seethed with hatred. After this incident, he would likely watch her even more closely; she could completely forget about going to the hospital for surgery!

However, thinking back to the recent fall, a slight change crossed her face...

He might have blocked all her routes to get an abortion, but no matter how formidable he was, he couldn’t possibly watch her at all times, could he?

If she ’accidentally’ fell and miscarried...

Si Yuheng’s sharp gaze caught the fleeting cunning expression on her face, instantly realizing what she was plotting. His eyes suddenly hardened, but his thin lips twisted with an unspoken mockery, "Doctor."

"Yes, sir? Is there something you need?"

"Tell her what the consequences would be for a pregnant woman who intentionally falls to miscarry."

Startled, the doctor replied, "Intentionally? That’s not good at all. At best, there would be severe bleeding; at worst, it could lead to the death of both mother and child."

The nurse chimed in, "There was a pregnant woman who accidentally fell down the stairs last time, resulted in a premature birth with so much bleeding that her uterus had to be removed, making her infertile."

Liang Anya drew in a sharp breath.

It was just something she had considered.

She was afraid even to have an abortion, let alone intentionally cause a miscarriage by falling.

Si Yuheng saw that she was frightened and the corner of his mouth turned up, gleaming with the sheen of victory.

Her face turned purple with rage, "Si Yuheng! You just won’t let me have an abortion, will you?"

He raised an eyebrow, "Yes."

"Fine!" Liang Anya stormed out of the clinic and hailed a taxi by the roadside, boarding it.

Beiming Hall’s subordinates who had lost track of Liang Anya managed to catch up just in time to see Miss Liang being stopped by the Hall Master from the hospital and breathed a sigh of relief.

Watching Miss Liang hail a car and leave, they all looked to Si Yuheng, "Hall Master—"

"Keep following!" Si Yuheng’s eyes narrowed. He got into his Ferrari, intent on seeing what other tricks she might play.

Pregnant women really do have a lot of issues—what a hassle!

Seconds later, a Ferrari worth over a million dollars and an SUV followed a taxi, creating a bizarre and peculiar procession down the street.

About ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the police station. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Liang Anya slammed the car door shut and entered the police station.

"Hall Master, what is Miss Liang up to—" the subordinates got out of their car.

No matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to escape from his grip. Si Yuheng’s face was icy as he followed Liang Anya straight into the police station.