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Liang Anya heard the compliments from the female guests and sneered with disdain.

Mixed-race individuals may have innate advantages in appearance, but not every mixed-race person turns out that well.

Especially many mixed-race people, who are adorable as babies, may grow up to be less attractive.

Yet this damn person actually had the perfect mix, blending the essence of both Eastern and Western people!

Dammit, the heavens are really blind!

Amidst the shrieking of the female guests, Si Yuheng’s appearance also caused dissatisfaction among the few male guests who had just gathered around Liang Anya.

Especially the handsome guy who had just been innocently pushed aside, he complained, "Who are you, do you know this lady—"

Si Yuheng couldn’t be bothered with small talk and with a long arm, pulled Liang Anya over, then forcefully opened her coat.

"Thud, thud," several tightly fastened buttons popped off! And fell to the ground!

The girl’s obviously protruding belly was now brazenly exposed in front of everyone!

Several men were shocked! They looked at each other as if they realized this handsome mixed-race man must have something to do with the child in the girl’s belly, and they dispersed.

As they walked away, they occasionally let out displeased murmurs that reached Liang Anya’s ears:

"Pfft—why is it a pregnant woman?"

"Why is she dancing and drinking in a bar while pregnant?"

"Right, isn’t this a waste of affection?"

...

Those who came to this type of bar, both men and women, were mostly looking for romantic encounters or one-night stands.

Finding an enthusiastic and active beauty only to realize she’s a soon-to-be mommy with a belly, naturally, they all felt deceived.

Liang Anya’s face turned awkward, feeling the gaze of everyone in the venue focused on her stomach.

She was so out of place in this setting.

She angrily pulled her arm out of Si Yuheng’s grasp and walked towards the edge of the dance floor.

Si Yuheng caught her hand again and headed towards the end of the corridor beside the dance floor.

"What are you doing? Let go of me, I won’t dance anymore, I’m going to go lie down and incubate, isn’t that okay?" Liang Anya said sarcastically.

She didn’t have his long legs, and she was wearing high heels, stumbling several times and nearly falling.

He stopped, but instead of letting her go, he turned around and squatted down.

She was startled, not understanding what he was doing, only to feel her high heels being ruthlessly pulled off from her feet, and then thrown into the trash bin in the corridor.

"Go buy a pair of flat shoes!" he said darkly, directing his gaze at a subordinate who’d followed them in.

"Yes, Hall Master!" The subordinate ran off.

"Si Yuheng, have you lost your mind... why are you throwing away my shoes..." Liang Anya reacted!

"You want to kill my child? Before giving birth, you are not allowed to wear high heels again!"

Then, he picked up Liang Anya, who was barefoot, in a fireman’s lift and kicked open the nearby restroom door, placing her to sit on the washstand.

"Si Yuheng, what are you doing... what else do you want?" Liang Anya tried to jump down!

He casually tore off a wet wipe from the dispenser and wiped her face without any gentleness, removing her heavy makeup until it was all gone: "Also, during pregnancy, you’re not allowed to wear heavy makeup! Chemicals are harmful to the fetus!"

Then with a couple of slaps, he patted her tight leopard-print skirt: "This kind of revealing tight skirt can affect the health of the fetus. If I see you wearing it again, even in public, I’ll tear it off you myself!"

Not until he had removed all her makeup, crumpled the wipe into a ball, thrown it aside, and leaned closer to her did he say, "The most important point is, before the child is born, no flirting with other men! Don’t affect the prenatal education of my heir!"

Breathlessly, she looked at herself in the mirror.

Lipstick smeared, half the fake eyelashes fallen off, eyeliner turned into black streaks, resembling a panda.

She was about to collapse, so overwhelmed with the urge to fight back!

"You keep talking about your heir; if you want an heir so badly, go find another woman to have it. I’m sure there would be a line of women waiting! Why must you bother me!!"

A barely discernible gleam flashed through Si Yuheng’s eyes as he firmly grasped her chin, forcing her into silence with his actions:

"Out of so many women, I chose you and only you. You should feel honored."

Feel honored, my ass!!

Liang Anya glared fiercely at him with wide-open eyes.

Just then, a subordinate knocked on the door with the newly bought shoes and brought them in.

They were a pair of white nurse shoes with soft soles.

Si Yuheng took the flat sneakers, disregarding her wishes, and caught her ankle to slip the nurse shoes on her.

Wearing the nurse shoes, she stepped down from the washstand, shot him a vicious glare, and pushed past the subordinate at the door.

It had to be said, switching to flat shoes felt much more comfortable.

Walking became a lot easier as well.

She left the bar and headed across the street to hail a cab home.

Once outside, the brilliant sunshine shone down, too overwhelming for her eyes to adjust. She couldn’t withstand the bright light and raised her arm to shield them.

Just then, a small car came driving by.

Already weary from dancing in the bar, she couldn’t get out of the way in time.

Fortunately, the driver managed to brake just in time.

A screeching sound of brakes filled the air as the driver stuck his head out of the window and cursed loudly.

"If you want to die, do it somewhere else!"

Liang Anya steadied herself and quickly said, "Sorry—"

Seeing her apologize only convinced the driver he had the upper hand, and he continued to mutter a torrent of increasingly vile curses, some too offensive to bear hearing.

Even though they were a meter or two apart, Liang Anya felt the driver’s spit flying toward her.

Before the driver’s grumbled complaints could finish, a tall and imposing figure had already strode up to the side of the car.

Si Yuheng reached his long arm through the gap of the car window, pressed a button, and as the window slid down, he grabbed the driver by the collar, his dark eyes stirring, "Apologize."

The driver was taken aback, staring at the man exuding an exotic aura in front of him.

Liang Anya was equally stunned.

Si Yuheng kept his gaze on the driver, lifted his arm to point at the woman in front and said, "Do you know that swearing at a pregnant woman can cause extremely negative early influences on the fetus? Apologize! I’ll say it one more time!"

The heir of Beiming Hall, from the moment of conception, should be perfectly protected, receive the best prenatal education, and not allow a stranger’s curse to insult them.

The driver, his collar tightly grasped by the man in front of him, felt a painful twist in his neck as it creaked. He could see the ruthless look in the man’s eyes and got out of the car, walking over to Liang Anya: "Sorry—"

"Sorry?" Si Yuheng scoffed coldly, "Give a proper apology to two people!"

Two people?

Aside from apologizing to the pregnant woman, he also had to apologize to the fetus in her belly?

The driver, encountering such a troublesome person for the first time, was at a loss for words.

Just as this happened, more Beiming Hall subordinates followed suit, surrounding the scene.

The driver wasn’t blind; seeing the situation wasn’t right and glimpsing the dark and gloomy blue eyes of the man before him, he knew he couldn’t afford to offend him.

With tears in his eyes, he resigned himself to bow earnestly to Liang Anya: "I’m sorry, miss, and... Xiaobao, I shouldn’t have insulted you both..."