Cold... so cold.
Ye Ning'an was trembling from the chill, her eyes opened in a daze, only to be momentarily stunned by the bright white light.
Looking around, Ye Ning'an found herself lying on a surgical bed in the hospital.
Ropes bound her hands, her legs were secured in place by chains spreading them apart, and tape was sealed over her lips.
Panic seized Ye Ning'an instantly, a voice inside her ordering her to escape at all costs.
Just then, there was a noise from outside the room. Ye Ning'an closed her eyes, pretending to be unconscious.
"Mr. Fu, Miss Ye is already weak. If we abort the child, she might never be able to conceive in the future..."
"I asked you to get rid of the child in her belly, not to meddle in other affairs."
That voice... so familiar.
Ye Ning'an barely opened her eyes, incredulous as her doe-like eyes widened at the sight of the visitor, Fu Xiangwen.
The man's cold face hit her like a thunderbolt, catching her entirely off guard.
The person who had tied her to the hospital bed, wanting to kill the child in her womb, was actually her fiance, Fu Xiangwen!
Disbelief seized Ye Ning'an at first, then a surge of rage welled up within her.
This was Fu Xiangwen's own flesh and blood. Why would he want to...
She tried to speak, but no sound came out. All she could do was stare at him with bloodshot eyes.
Just then, the sound of a pair of high heels striking the floor echoed through the entrance. A woman, clad in a tight dress and sashaying her way in with a serpentine sway of her hips, appeared.
Upon getting a clear look at the woman's face, Ye Ning'an's eyes widened, a deep hatred tingeing her gaze.
"Ye Qianrou? How could she be here?"
Ye Qianrou was Ye Ning'an's half-sister, sharing the same father but not the same mother. She had always enjoyed making life difficult for Ye Ning'an.
Now that she had suddenly appeared in the sickroom, Ye Ning'an had a bad premonition.
Perhaps sensing Ye Ning'an’s stare, Ye Qianrou turned her body around, a cruel smile playing on her lips, “You shameless woman. You're engaged to Mr. Fu, yet here you are, secretly fooling around with some random man, and even carrying his child!”
Knowing that Ye Ning'an could not respond, Ye Qianrou grinned smugly. “Why are you staring at me like that? Perhaps you're not aware, but the man who slept with you nine months ago was not Mr. Fu. It was an old, ugly, and insane man!”
"You have disgraced the Ye family and Mr. Fu. Do you really think we will accept this bastard child inside you?”
Impossible!
Ye Ning'an shook her head in agony.
How could the man from nine months ago not be Fu Xiangwen?!
Seeing Ye Ning'an in this pitiful state, Ye Qianrou was quite pleased. "What do you say, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Xiangwen gave a fleeting glance at Ye Ning'an on the sickbed, his gaze becoming deep and unreadable.
Nobody knew that the child inside Ye Ning'an was not his, but that of his own younger uncle, Fu Shen Yuan, the man who held absolute power in the capital city and was known for his callous cruelty!
Given Fu Shen Yuan’s supreme position in the Fu family, if the old master were to discover that he had a child…
With these thoughts, Fu Xiangwen's eyes became even deeper.
He would never allow Ye Ningan to give birth to a child that could threaten his position in the Fu family!
Fu Xiangwen coldly smiled, gesturing to the doctor at his side, "Alright, get started!"
Seeing the doctor pick up the syringe, Ye Ningan struggled violently. However, the next second, she was forcibly jabbed, completely losing consciousness.
Half an hour later, the cry of a newborn echoed in the hospital room.
Ye Ningan had given birth to a pair of twins - a boy and a girl. The girl had unfortunately not survived, while the boy lay wailing.
The doctor put the baby boy into an incubator. Ye Qianrou watched indifferently for a while before reluctantly taking it.
As she left carrying the incubator, Ye Qianrou cast a flirtatious glance at Fu Xiangwen, "Thank you, Young Master Fu! Once I manage to successfully marry Old Master Fu, I will certainly repay your kindness!"
The door quickly closed, and Fu Xiangwen was left to the strong smell of blood in the room. He felt a wave of disgust.
He stared at the woman lying almost lifelessly on the operating table, no emotions showing in his eyes.
After a moment, he ordered the doctor, "She's dirty, deal with her quickly! Take her and that dead baby, and feed them to the sharks in the sea!"
...
Meanwhile, at the CEO's office of the Fu Corporation.
The towering figure of Fu Shen Yuan stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, his brows furrowed, his face stern and cold.
Suddenly!
The door to the office swung open abruptly, revealing a visibly excited Li Tezhu – a man who was always steady.
"Master Fu! I've found the owner of the bracelet you asked me to look for!"
"Who?"
"The second Miss Ye of the Ye Family, Ye Qianrou."
...
Six years later, at the Jingcheng Airport.
Ye Ningan, clad in an orange-brown trench coat, half of her petite face concealed by a pair of sunglasses, and the lower half tightly covered by a mask.
At that moment, she was leading a doll-like little girl by the hand.
They were exiting via the VIP passage.
The little girl was dressed in a white princess dress, her slightly curled hair complementing her tender, pinkish face.
She looked up at Ye Ningan with childish curiosity, "Mummy, why hasn't Uncle Wen come over yet?"
Upon hearing the sweet, childlike voice of her daughter Tuantuan, Ye Ningan's initially cold expression softened quickly. She patted Tuantuan's head, “Uncle Wen is helping us with the luggage."
While speaking, a woman with a heavy makeup and clad in branded clothes brushed past her shoulder in a hurry.
“Move aside.”
The voice was all too familiar.
Ye Ning'an instinctively glanced sideways, the woman had already stopped at another arrival gate.
A shiver ran down Ye Ning'an's spine, her pupils contracted slightly, and her gaze filled involuntarily with intense loathing.
Could it be Ye Qianrou?!
Although Ye Qianrou's attire was strikingly different than six years ago, even with heavy makeup, she recognized her at once.
Ye Ning'an let her gaze drift downward, noticing the bracelet on Ye Qianrou's wrist—a jadeite bangle intertwined with golden threads.
That was the bracelet her grandmother had left for her.
Six years ago, when she had been intimate with an unknown man in a hotel, she had left the bracelet in the hotel room.
Could it be that it had been taken by Ye Qianrou?
Reminiscing about what Ye Qianrou and Fu Xiangwen had done to her six years ago, Ye Ning'an's expression instantly fell cold.
Fu Xiangwen, Ye Qianrou... those who harmed her child would not be spared!
However, since she had just returned to the country and her child was not yet settled down, she decided to postpone plans of revenge.
The sound of rustling footsteps interrupted Ye Ning'an's thoughts.
She turned towards the source of the sound, another arrival gate.
There, a row of bodyguards dressed in black neatly lined up, cordoning off the unrelated crowd.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qianrou was surrounded within the circle.
Ye Ning'an suppressed the doubts in her heart and observed in silence.
"Master Fu has arrived!"
Someone shouted, and a group of people emerged from the entrance.
The "Master Fu" they referred to was none other than Fu Shenyuan. There's no one in the capital who doesn't know “Master Fu”.
And the only one who could be called "Master" in the capital was indeed him.
He was the youngest grandson of the old Master Fu and over the span of two years since his return to the country, he had taken the position of the Fu Family patriarch. His actions are swift and decisive. He had absolute authority in the business world. He was a man of his word.
Even when Ye Ning'an was abroad, she had heard rumors about Fu Shenyuan's ruthless and decisive nature.
Not only that, but Fu Shenyuan was also Fu Xiangwen's uncle.
Thinking of Fu Xiangwen, an unconscious hint of hatred flashed in Ye Ning'an's eyes.
She reigned in her emotions and looked over at the crowd, instantly recognizing Fu Shenyuan.
He was easy to recognize.
He walked in the middle of the crowd, his steps slow and steady. Dressed in a tailored black suit, his tall figure, broad shoulders, and slim waist, his aura was cold and terrifying, exuding strong intimidation.
He stood half a head taller than everyone else around.
As soon as he appeared, all the bouncers at the door swarmed over towards him.
"Good day, Master Fu!"
