Anya Liang was adamant, Xiaoxiao chuckled, "Yes. Stop dithering, it’s getting late. Zaizai must be hungry by now, let’s go cook."

Jiayi saw she didn’t want to continue talking, so she stood up and took a few steps before lifting up the bag of Chinese medicine by the entrance and headed toward the kitchen.

Anya Liang was taken aback, "Xiaoyi, what are you doing taking that bag into the kitchen?"

"Your body needs more nourishment right now, even if you’re going for surgery, you need to be in good health to recover quickly. This is top-quality nutrition. Do you know how much this bag costs? It’s several months’ salary for a white-collar worker; we shouldn’t let it be wasted on that guy. Why not use it? I’ll throw it into a soup for you to eat," Jiayi said, pouting her lips and walking into the kitchen.

Anya Liang couldn’t help but laugh and cry, thinking, Xiaoyi, is it really okay for you to be so adorably foolish? She could only follow her into the kitchen.

***

A few days later, at the entrance of Green Island Garden, Anya Liang, with a shoulder bag, walked out.

The subordinates of Beiming Hall who were on watch perked up instantly.

One of them got out of the car and approached her, looking her up and down with confusion, "Miss Liang, where are you going today?"

Anya Liang was still wearing a European-style short trench coat on the outside, which concealed her protruding belly, but what was underneath the coat was enough to make people’s noses bleed.

A just-right leopard print mini skirt, flesh-colored stockings setting off two seductively straight legs, and a pair of high heels over six centimeters tall.

Plus, she had on heavy makeup; her eyelashes were finely separated, and her plump lips were painted in the season’s most fashionable "aunt red."

Aside from her slightly bulging belly, her face was still as small as the size of a palm, and she naturally didn’t look fat at all.

Now, dressed like this, she looked even less like a pregnant woman and was, frankly—irresistibly tempting.

Behind her, several overzealous young subordinates couldn’t help but gulp.

Just a few days ago, Miss Liang was very conservatively dressed, but today, seeing her like this, they realized this Asian girl had a truly spicy figure.

She wasn’t like those buxom ladies around the Hall Master but had a different charm, with a balanced figure, plump where it should be and slim where it should be.

Anya Liang didn’t hide today; after all, there was no escaping them. She lifted her chin defiantly, "Don’t worry, I am not going to the hospital for an abortion. You all stick to me like plasters; even if I went, you would just drag me back."

With that, she walked to the curb and hailed a taxi, bending down to get in.

The taxi zoomed off!

The subordinate naturally knew she couldn’t possibly go for an abortion under the watchful eyes of Beiming Hall, but remembering the Hall Master’s orders, he quickly got back into his car and followed the taxi.

In less than half an hour, the taxi stopped in front of a bar.

Anya Liang got out and walked in without looking back.

A bar?

The subordinate from Beiming Hall was puzzled. Although Miss Liang wasn’t going to a hospital for surgery, for safety’s sake, they decided to keep a close watch.

A subordinate ordered his comrades to guard the front and back doors, then walked in.

In the deafening dance music, the subordinate made his way to the back.

It wasn’t peak time yet, so the bar wasn’t very crowded.

In the dim, ambiguous lights of various colors, a familiar figure was dancing rhythmically on the dance floor.

The girl’s beautiful figure and uninhibited movements attracted many young men to her.

They all hovered around her like bees and butterflies around a flower.

The girl was very generous, not at all shy, swaying her hips while flirting with the men around her.

The subordinate’s expression changed.

It was Miss Liang.

He quickly crossed the dance floor and pulled Anya Liang aside, "Miss Liang, did you come out just to dance?"

"Didn’t you see for yourself?" Anya Liang pulled her slender arm out of the subordinate’s grip, "He only prohibited me from getting the surgery, but he never said you guys could control my personal hobbies, right?"

Subordinate: "Then, Miss Liang, how long are you planning to dance?"

"It’s still broad daylight right now! What’s the rush, the night is when it gets really lively."

Does that mean we’re playing into the night?

An underling lowered his voice, "Miss Liang, you have to remember, you’re pregnant now, you need to rest."

"So what if I’m pregnant? Can’t pregnant women have their own private lives and exercise? If a pregnant woman is cooped up at home all day and in a bad mood, that could affect the fetus too, can you afford the responsibility?"

"You—" The underling’s Chinese wasn’t that fluent to begin with, and he was left speechless by Liang Anya’s retort.

Just then, a few men who had been surrounding Liang Anya came over and pushed the underling aside, "Hey, what are you doing, randomly dragging away a beautiful woman, are you being a hooligan?"

"Miss, are you okay?"

They quickly dispersed the underling to the edge of the dance floor.

Liang Anya winked triumphantly at the underling and made a ’YA’ gesture with her hand, then continued to party on the dance floor.

Hmph!

They wouldn’t let her have an abortion, and she didn’t dare to really jump down the stairs; what if she didn’t miscarry but, as the doctor said, suffered heavy bleeding or something...

This was the only way!

Pregnant women shouldn’t exert themselves too much, if she kept dancing this vigorously for a good part of the day, she might end up with complications, perhaps even a miscarriage... Heh, just the thought of it was satisfying!

Outside the dance floor, the underling watched the most frenzied pregnant woman in history, feeling helpless, and dialed Si Yuheng’s number.

The man on the other end of the call was silent for a few seconds, then with a voice full of irritation, grunted affirmatively and abruptly hung up the phone.

*

On the dance floor.

After dancing for over ten minutes, Liang Anya was already drenched in sweat.

She had often attended dances at school in China and Italy and loved sports; her dance skills were top-notch, and she normally wouldn’t feel tired even after a half day of dancing.

Perhaps it was because of the pregnancy that after just about ten minutes, she felt winded.

That damned man—

Pregnant and almost like an old aunt already!

She was in her twenties, the prime of her youth not yet squandered. She had never thought about pregnancy and childbirth, let alone having a child with a—a rapist!

With these thoughts, her anger rose, and her dance movements became even more exaggerated.

Nobody realized that the woman dancing most energetically in the middle of the dance floor was actually pregnant, thanks to her impeccable trench coat.

"Beauties, you must be tired, let me get you a drink." A handsome young man brought over a brightly colored drink from the bartender and handed it to Liang Anya.

A cocktail? With a twirl of her eyes and without hesitation, Liang Anya took it, smiled radiantly with the glass raised halfway, "Thanks, handsome~"

The young and handsome guy was so mesmerized by Liang Anya’s smile that he was nearly out of his senses, before he could react, he felt a gust from behind, someone lifted him by the collar and shoved him aside!

Liang Anya had hardly steadied the cocktail in her hand before it was snatched away forcefully.

With a loud "Crash," the glass shattered on the floor, amidst the electronic beats of "Uptown Funk."

The grim-faced man stood before her, bathed in the dazzling dance floor lights, his pupils different from those of Chinese men, as chilling as a vampire in the night, sending shivers down one’s spine!

Dancing around with a bunch of men while pregnant, doesn’t she know anything about prenatal education!

Dancing was bad enough, but drinking too?!

This woman, was she not going to stop until she killed his child?!

Did she have any idea how precious the child in her womb was!

The arrival of the man immediately drew gasps of admiration from the female patrons of the bar, "Wow, what a handsome mixed-race man—"