"You little rascal, all you know is how to trouble Mommy, huh!"

Liang Anya scolded with her lips, but then lowered her head and gently kissed her baby.

The floor-length curtains in the room shifted slightly, and a dark shadow stood behind them, seemingly observing the mother and daughter silently for a long time.

The innate sharpness in his roguish gaze softened bit by bit.

The way this woman fed her baby added an indescribable beauty to her.

He hesitated no longer and forcefully slid open the window, stepping inside.

Startled by the noise, Liang Anya looked up, just in time to see Si Yuheng step in from the balcony outside the window. Her eyes widened in shock: "When did you come in—"

He curled his thin lips into a smirk: "Been here for a while."

He squinted his eyes slightly, glancing at the baby in her arms: "Xiaoxiao, right? She was quite cooperative earlier."

It dawned on her instantly: "You... you deliberately made Xiaoxiao cry to lure me up here?"

He slid one hand into his pocket and shrugged: "Look at her—she flashes an eager smile as soon as she sees me. How am I supposed to believe she’s not my biological daughter?"

Sure enough, Xiaoxiao, while nursing, beamed joyfully at the intruder.

She gritted her teeth: "Xiaoxiao smiles at everyone! She can giggle at a stray dog by the roadside for half a day! Don’t flatter yourself!"

He didn’t bother responding and walked over, lifting his hand to gently brush his fingers across Xiaoxiao’s soft and tender cheek.

Xiaoxiao didn’t resist, pausing her nursing, her wide, round eyes fixed on the man in front of her while nestled in Liang Anya’s arms.

Baby, could you please show some backbone? Liang Anya seethed internally.

The smile on his face deepened, blooming like a dangerous poppy. His gaze lifted towards Liang Anya with arrogance: "It’s a shame she resembles you in looks, but thankfully her intelligence seems inherited from me."

Liang Anya’s face turned pale with anger: "I’ve already told you Xiaoxiao isn’t your child! You’ve seen the DNA results, you’ve met Xiaoxiao’s biological father—how many times must I repeat myself for you to believe it? If you have a psychological issue, go see a doctor!" She swiftly tightened her hold on Xiaoxiao, turning around to head downstairs.

"Going downstairs? Fine, let’s go see your father and brother together."

Her steps faltered as she turned back: "Si Yuheng, please stay away from my family. I beg you, alright?"

Her father can barely contain his rage at the mention of him, and should they meet in person, it’s likely he could be driven to the brink. She couldn’t let her family suffer even the slightest harm because of what had happened between her and him.

She only wanted to escape him, to erase this Chapter of her life as though it had never occurred—why was it so difficult?

Si Yuheng didn’t respond, instead taking two steps closer and gripping her chin firmly, locking her in place as he coldly asked: "So, are you still planning to run?"

He already discovered her escaping while he was away earlier, and now she dared to flee right in front of him? Bold beyond measure!

Suppressing her resentment, she placed Xiaoxiao carefully into the crib, staying put but vigilantly blocking the crib to prevent him from approaching Xiaoxiao.

He laughed incredulously, observing her protective stance—like a mother hen raising its wings against an eagle to shield its chicks. His gaze slid downwards and then halted abruptly, narrowing slightly.

Noticing his peculiar stare, she followed his line of sight downward and gasped in shock, her face immediately flushing red!

The lace edges of her light blue bra peeked out.

She had forgotten to button up after feeding Xiaoxiao when he barged in earlier, leaving herself embarrassingly exposed for him to see.

"Trying to divert my attention this way to keep me away from the child?" He raised an eyebrow mockingly.

Ridiculous! Flustered and embarrassed, she fumbled to fasten her buttons.

But whether due to nervousness or sheer shame, the more hurriedly she tried, the more impossible it was to clasp them properly.

He approached, grasping her hands firmly. Startled, she looked up to see him gently push her hands aside before meticulously fastening her buttons one by one.

"I can do it myself—"

Her words hadn’t even finished before his sharp gaze cut her off.

She shivered slightly and swallowed her protests.

His fingers moved deftly around her neckline, occasionally brushing her skin, causing beads of sweat to dot her back.

She held her breath the entire time, terrified that his hands might stray.

Just then, the sound of knocking interrupted them.

Reacting instinctively, Si Yuheng pulled Liang Anya into an embrace from behind, his large hand covering her face while the other arm tightly encircled her waist. Whether meant as intimidation or sheer defiance, his thumb traced provocative patterns against her waistline.

Her face turned crimson as she struggled to shift her body, but the man behind her tightened his grip on her delicate waist, leaving her completely immobile.

Liang Jue’s voice rang out: "Anya, are you ready? The Huo Family’s assistant just arrived a moment ago..."

Terrified her brother might reveal their escape plans for tonight, she hurriedly pushed Si Yuheng’s hand away and interrupted: "Got it, Brother, I’ll be down right away."

Liang Jue, sensing the urgency in her voice, hesitated: "Anya, is something wrong?"

Si Yuheng lowered his neck, speaking coldly in a sinister tone: "The person at the door—he’s the one who helped you run away last time, isn’t he?"

She could hear the cruelty in his voice and shivered with fear. He wouldn’t dare harm her brother, would he? She immediately raised her voice: "Brother, it’s nothing! I’m just changing clothes! I’ll be downstairs shortly—go ahead first."

Liang Jue didn’t pursue the matter and left to go downstairs.

Only after hearing his footsteps fade did Liang Anya gather her strength and push Si Yuheng away.

Fortunately, Si Yuheng didn’t seem suspicious about Liang Jue’s earlier urgency. He didn’t ask further questions, merely lifted the hand that had gripped her waist moments before, placing it near his nose and inhaling as though savoring the lingering intimacy.

"It’s late. Can you go now? I told my brother I’d be downstairs. If they don’t see me soon, they’ll come upstairs to check," she urged him to leave.

He glanced provocatively at her trembling figure, deliberately mocking her: "Will you run again?"

She tried her best to remain composed, raising her chin defiantly: "Why would I run? I have nothing to hide."

His penetrating gaze fixed intently on her: "Remember what you said. Don’t make me lose my temper a second time."

A chill ran down her spine, her body hair standing on end.

Si Yuheng turned and walked out onto the balcony, grasping the railing before leaping effortlessly into the night, disappearing from view.

Liang Anya exhaled deeply, trying to calm her nerves.

Not run? What a joke. Stay here and wait for him to keep tormenting her and her daughter?

She picked up Xiaoxiao and hurriedly headed downstairs.

...

At the same time, Si Yuheng strode out of the Liang Family’s villa under the cover of night.

A subordinate approached quickly upon seeing him:

"Hall Master, I’ve just learned that the Huo Family has arranged a private jet for the Liang Family. They’ll be leaving French Santo Roy Island tonight."

Si Yuheng’s expression darkened as his lips twisted into a cold smile.

He had long anticipated this woman would try to escape. It wasn’t surprising.

Her promise to him moments ago had been nothing but a feigned reassurance.

"Should we stop the Liang Family from leaving?" the subordinate asked.