Seeing Huo Zhenyang silent for a long time, Jiayi feared that he was reluctant to help and tentatively probed:

"You just need to tell me the current address of Beiming Hall in Yunling. I won’t trouble you too much."

His long arm reached out to the side table, took his phone, and dialed a number.

Jiayi listened as he furrowed his thick brows, and instructed the person on the other end of the line:

"Check the Beiming Hall’s foothold in Yunling."

She breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to quietly slide off his legs, but he had already hung up the phone, encircled her waist in his arms, raised his heroic eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"

"Getting down..."

The address was not yet in her hands, so she didn’t dare to be too assertive at that moment, her tone soft and gentle.

He laughed in exasperation, "Others burn the bridge after crossing, you’re trying to burn it before even crossing."

Seeing his displeasure, she had no choice but to obediently sit back on his lap.

A few minutes later, the phone rang.

Huo Zhenyang answered the call, listening to the report from his subordinate, and after about ten seconds, he hung up.

"Did you find the address?" Jiayi looked at him expectantly, not doubting the efficiency of his subordinates at all.

He reported a suburban address.

It was a villa neighborhood, a drive away from Disheng.

Upon hearing this, Jiayi hurriedly bounced up, but her wrist was grasped by the man behind her.

She bit her lip, "Thank you for today. I’ll go find Anya first."

If Anya was truly there, she was undoubtedly there against her will.

No matter what, she had to bring Anya back.

He, however, held her in place without letting go of her hand:

"Wait a minute."

As he spoke, he released her wrist, walked over to the coat rack, and with a swoosh, took off his bathrobe.

His muscular and impressive figure was revealed before her eyes,

raising the temperature of the already warm room by a few degrees.

Jiayi didn’t even have time to avert her gaze before she saw him already dressed in an outfit for going out and walking towards her.

She froze: "What are you doing?"

He adjusted his cuffs: "You think you can just go to Beiming Hall alone and bring Liang Anya back?"

Although Beiming Hall had whitewashed itself over the years, collaborating with the government of A Country and no longer being an underworld mafia gang, from top to bottom, none were good fellows.

How could he feel at ease letting this little woman meet with people from Beiming Hall alone? 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

She instantly understood his intention; he wanted to accompany her.

Indeed...

Even if she went alone, Si Yuheng probably wouldn’t bother with her.

Chances were that she wouldn’t even see Anya and would be turned away.

With Huo Zhenyang’s presence, Si Yuheng might give some face.

As she hesitated, he had already grasped her hand and led her downstairs.

Huo Zhenyang did not call for George and others to accompany them. He simply went straight to the garage to get a car and, with Jiayi, drove away from Disheng.

The car took advantage of the night and arrived at the suburban area, stopping outside the villa where Si Yuheng was staying.

In the dusky night, the surroundings were peaceful, with only the chirping of insects breaking the silence.

Under the night sky, the villa’s lights were dim, barely revealing the silhouettes of two night-shift bodyguards standing in the courtyard, their European faces indicating that they were likely from Beiming Hall.

Jiayi was somewhat anxious, forced to admit that it was fortunate he had come along, otherwise, with the situation as it was, it would have been a question whether they could even enter the house.

Seeing a black Bentley stop outside the villa in the middle of the night, two subordinates were puzzled.

As they walked over and saw the man inside the car, recognizing who it was, they both were startled: "Huo... Young Master Huo?"

Huo Zhenyang didn’t answer; he leaned over unhurriedly, unfastened Jiayi’s seat belt, and got out of the car.

Jiayi closely followed behind him.

"Is Hall Master Si inside?" He asked indifferently as he walked in.

"Yes. But... Young Master Huo, what brings you here so late?"

He did not respond, merely parting his lips slightly: "I’ll speak with him, that’s all you need to know."

With that, he took Jiayi’s hand as if entering his own territory and walked towards the villa.

The two subordinates were stunned and dared not block their path.

After all, Young Master Huo was the royalty of A Country, and even the Hall Master was somewhat courteous towards him, so how could they dare to stop him.

Huo Zhenyang, holding Jiayi’s hand, entered the villa and sat down on a sofa in the living room, hosted by the subordinates of Beiming Hall.

A few minutes later, footsteps came down the stairs, accompanied by a young man’s Chinese that, although imperfect, carried laughter with it:

"What kind of wind has blown Young Master Huo here in the dead of night? Oh, and the young mistress—oh no, I shouldn’t call her the young mistress, but Miss Chu."

Si Yuheng, wearing a deep blue home robe and looking slightly weary, descended the stairs.

His tone, although laced with smiles, carried a hint of displeasure.

He had spent the entire night taking care of Liang Anya, exhausted to death.

He never knew that serving a pregnant woman could be so exhausting.

He had just prepared to rest when someone came knocking, obviously not in the best of moods.

Seeing the mixed-blood man with blue eyes and sharp nose, stunningly handsome, Jiayi knew that he was the man Anya had gotten involved with, Si Yuheng of Beiming Hall.

She glanced at Huo Zhenyang, and with his permissive look, stepped forward: "Hall Master Si, Anya hasn’t come back from buying groceries. Could she be here with you?"

Si Yuheng chuckled softly: "Miss Chu brought Young Master Huo in the middle of the night just to ask this?"

Seeing his reaction, Jiayi knew Anya must be here!

This man was now extremely anxious about the child in Anya’s belly. Had he known Anya was missing, he would definitely be more anxious than she was, not appearing this languid.

Without hesitation, she looked up at the upstairs of the villa: "Where is Anya? Let me see her—"

As she said this, she attempted to go upstairs.

The two subordinates stepped forward, intending to block Jiayi, but upon catching the look from Young Master Huo’s deep and sharp eyes, they involuntarily shuddered and simultaneously lowered their hands.

His gaze was clearly a serious warning; whoever dared to touch her would be making an enemy of him.

Suddenly, Si Yuheng spoke from behind Jiayi: "I was about to make a call to inform Miss Chu, but I didn’t expect her to be so anxious to come here."

Jiayi’s steps faltered, seeing his admission, she took a deep breath: "Anya was staying fine at my place, why did you take her away without saying a word?"

Si Yuheng’s smile faded slightly: "Staying fine? She got rid of my men while grocery shopping today, and secretly went to the hospital to prepare for an abortion. Is that staying fine? Had I not been informed in advance by several major hospitals in Yunling, and managed to get there in time, her surgery would have been done by now."

Jiayi had known Anya was not yet resigned to keeping the child, always thinking about getting an abortion, but hadn’t anticipated her secretly trying again today.

Possibly it was this that infuriated Si Yuheng, fearing she would continue, he didn’t care about anything and forcibly brought her back, didn’t he?

She spoke calmly: "Hall Master Si, I will talk more with Anya, she won’t do it again. But can you let her go back with me now?"

With Anya’s nature, if she was taken here against her will, she would surely fall out with him.

She was even concerned that this man might tie Anya up in the villa.