"No, she can’t leave my side until the child is born," Si Yuheng declared decisively.

Jiayi became anxious: "She’s used to living at my place, she won’t want to live here! And you only have men around, there’s no one to take care of her."

"I have already arranged for a suitable nanny for her. Until the nanny arrives, I will stay in the same room with her, personally taking care of her around the clock."

God, wouldn’t this drive Anya mad?

Jiayi turned pale: "Hall Master Si..."

"Miss Chu, the child in Liang Anya’s belly is mine, I have the right to decide. Please leave," Si Yuheng dismissed her, already impatient.

Considering that Huo Zhenyang accompanied her, he was able to maintain this level of politeness.

Otherwise, Jiayi wouldn’t even be able to step through the door, let alone make him come down in the middle of the night to talk this much.

"Hall Master Si."

After a long hesitation, Huo Zhenyang, seated on a nearby sofa, lightly tapping on the armrest, finally spoke.

Three words, calm yet resounding.

Cast in the spacious villa’s living room, echoing back.

Si Yuheng was well aware that his motive for coming tonight was to support his ex-wife, yet he couldn’t ignore giving him face, trying to be as courteous as possible: "Does Mr. Huo have something to say?"

"What I want to say, you should be very clear about," his gaze, covered with frost, fixed on Si Yuheng’s face, his tone indifferent yet authoritative.

What exactly is the relationship between Liang Anya and Si Yuheng now, he doesn’t care.

Whether the child in Liang Anya’s belly is really Si Yuheng’s, or how much Si Yuheng cares about this child, it’s none of his business.

His only purpose for visiting is to do whatever this young lady beside him wants to do.

Si Yuheng smiled, his smile yet chilly, sarcastically said: "I thought Mr. Huo and Miss Chu had already divorced. I didn’t expect you would still interfere with her matters. What, is it fashionable now to manage your ex-wife’s affairs?"

"Enough with the nonsense. Let Liang Anya go back," his tone already revealing a faint impatience, his fingertips tapping on the armrest of the sofa suddenly stopped, his eyes fierce like a hawk.

"What if I don’t agree?" Si Yuheng’s expression also turned cold.

The atmosphere in the living room instantly dropped several degrees, cold like a deep winter’s long night.

Huo Zhenyang slightly tilted up his sharp, cold jaw: "You are very capable, young yet you’ve whitewashed A Country’s largest mafia gang, even made Beiming Hall cooperate with the government and the Royal Family."

After a pause, he continued: "However, being reduced back to its original form, becoming a mafia gang like rats crossing the street, is not difficult either."

Si Yuheng’s handsome face sank.

Given Huo Zhenyang’s title in A Country and his control over parts of the economy, if he desires to completely destroy Beiming Hall, it’s certainly not impossible.

Moreover. Offending a power faction also could severely damage Beiming Hall.

Jiayi’s back also broke out in a slight sweat, involuntarily curling her fingers...

He was actually willing to challenge Si Yuheng’s Beiming Hall for her sake.

Seeing that Si Yuheng remained silent for a long time, Huo Zhenyang grew even more impatient: "Still need to think more?"

Si Yuheng gritted his teeth: "Then I can only welcome Mr. Huo to try to destroy Beiming Hall at any time!"

This was somewhat unexpected for Huo Zhenyang.

It was unexpected that Si Yuheng would put so much emphasis on the fetus in Liang Anya’s womb.

Logically speaking, Si Yuheng would not lack women; getting a woman to bear his child would have been an easy task for him.

His relationship with Liang Anya was nothing more than a one-night stand; it was hardly a profound emotional bond. To value the child of an accidental pregnancy with a Chinese girl so highly...

Could it be...

The chief of Beiming Hall, known for his romantic escapades, surrounded by numerous girlfriends and even fiancées, beauties of all sorts, yet no woman had ever been pregnant with his child...

Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slightly, as if guessing something, his lips curved up, revealing a faint, light smile.

Just then, a familiar female voice came from the upstairs corridor: "Xiaoyi!"

A few dozen minutes earlier, Liang Anya had been pressed into the bed by Si Yuheng for sleep, but it wasn’t a deep sleep; she was always half-awake.

The noise downstairs woke her up, and sure enough, she saw that Jiayi had come.

Jiayi’s eyes lit up: "Anya!"

Saying this, she ran up the stairs!

Huo Zhenyang glanced at Si Yuheng.

Si Yuheng simply frowned and waved his hand, signaling his subordinates not to stop Jiayi.

Having climbed the stairs, Jiayi saw her safe and sound and let out a sigh of relief: "Anya, I’ll take you back home tonight, don’t worry—"

Before she could finish, Liang Anya looked at her: "Xiaoyi, forget it."

"Forget it?" Jiayi was stunned, taking a while to understand her meaning, "You’re not planning on staying with that man, are you? It’s okay, we’re negotiating with him..."

Having sorted out her feelings all night, Liang Anya had made her decision and now nodded her head, interrupting Jiayi: "Si Yuheng is very determined; if I don’t have this child, he definitely won’t let it go. Forget it, it’s just one child, let him have it!"

"But..." Jiayi was worried that she’d be mistreated here.

"I also heard what he and Huo were talking about downstairs. Do you really want Huo to fall out with Si Yuheng because of me? Xiaoyi, I know you don’t want to owe him. Tonight, he came with you, probably after much pleading from you. I don’t want you to keep doing unwilling deeds for my sake. Besides, there needs to be a solution to this, just forget it."

Jiayi hesitated for a moment: "Can you really manage living here alone?"

Liang Anya forced a smile: "Why not? Are you afraid he won’t treat me well? Let me tell you, just now he even took my shoes off and put new ones on for me, plus he massaged my feet. Haha, to be able to order around the boss of Beiming Hall, I consider it a gain! These few months, I will torment him well! Think of it as revenge! Humph!"

Now that Anya is pregnant, not to mention the Buddhist conception of saving face for others, Jiayi wasn’t particularly worried that Si Yuheng would treat Anya poorly, she could only advise, "Then take good care of yourself and remember to call me if anything happens."

Liang Anya hummed in acknowledgement, subconsciously glancing at her belly: "Mmm, I will take good care of myself."

Jiyayi sensed something different in her gaze, like there had been a subtle change from before, probably guessing her thoughts.

No matter her relationship with Si Yuheng, she has already been with this child for more than half a year and established emotional bonds.

Despite talking about abortion, if she really had to abort this child, she would still be somewhat reluctant, and even later on, it would become a painful memory.

Just like the child she had lost before.

Even though much time had passed, she tried her best to bury it deep down and not touch upon it, but occasionally revisiting those memories, she would still be pulled back to that day when she fell, miscarrying from his careless push.

It’s the same now. Anya’s child has slowly started to change her state of mind.

This is the natural bond of blood relationship between mother and child.