Song Tao looked up and met Fu Beichen’s dark, unfathomable eyes. The oppressive force of his unspoken authority made Song Tao’s heart tremble.
He quickly lowered his head.
The CEO was way too possessive. Song Tao had only taken one extra look, and—
Fu Beichen’s voice was icy. “Get out.”
Song Tao hurriedly nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Xia Qianqian quickly rinsed herself off, changed into clean clothes, then dawdled her way out.
Fu Beichen was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, elegant and distinguished, his manner cool and haughty.
The moment Xia Qianqian stepped out of the bathroom, his dark eyes fixed on her with unerring precision.
Like a wolf locking onto the prey it had chosen.
His gaze was deep and burning.
Meeting Fu Beichen’s eyes, Xia Qianqian felt her heart flutter.
She clasped her hands together, unsure what to do with them.
Fu Beichen studied her.
Her soft, beautiful black hair fell smoothly over her chest.
Her features were delicate and lovely. Fresh from her bath, her skin looked tender, and she was as captivating as a lotus rising from the water.
The pink dress fit her perfectly. Her figure was full at the chest and slender at the waist, and her long legs were fair and shapely.
She was beautiful and impossible to look away from.
Fu Beichen’s gaze darkened.
He rose and strode straight toward her.
His tall, powerful figure suddenly loomed close, his forceful presence washing over her.
Xia Qianqian couldn’t help feeling nervous; her breathing stopped for a few seconds.
Standing before her, Fu Beichen gently brushed his long fingers through her soft hair.
He lowered his eyes. “This dress is beautiful. It suits you.”
Xia Qianqian bit her lip slightly. “Thank you.”
Fu Beichen withdrew his hand and slipped his long fingers into his pocket, his expression indifferent.
“Mm. Now that you’ve changed, come with me.”
Xia Qianqian asked instinctively, “C-come with you where?”
“Obviously, to my house.”
Xia Qianqian bit her lip.
That was right. She’d agreed to have his child, so of course she’d have to go to his house.
She took a deep breath. “Um, before we go to your house, could I visit my grandmother at the hospital?”
“My grandmother urgently needs surgery that costs five hundred thousand.”
Fu Beichen watched her for a moment, then moved his thin lips. “All right.”
Xia Qianqian let out a breath of relief.
At least he wasn’t the kind of terrifying, dangerous man who would lock her up and force her to make a baby with him every night just because she’d agreed to have his child.
In fact, he was pretty… reasonable.
Fu Beichen glanced at her. “Come on. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
“No need to trouble yourself. I can take a cab—”
Xia Qianqian began instinctively, but when she met his unyielding dark eyes, she swallowed the rest of her words.
He was probably taking her to the hospital because he was afraid she’d slip away, so he could keep an eye on her.
Xia Qianqian couldn’t help saying, “I won’t run away.”
“Mm. I know. You couldn’t escape anyway.”
“…”
They were in a hurry, so Xia Qianqian said nothing more. If he was willing to drive her, then so be it. At least she’d save the cab fare.
A few minutes later,
Xia Qianqian sat in the back of the man’s Rolls-Royce, still feeling dazed.
A Rolls-Royce that cost tens of millions to make?
He must be very rich, then?
Only belatedly did Xia Qianqian turn to look at the man beside her.
“I haven’t asked your full name yet.”
Fu Beichen wore silver-rimmed glasses on his high, straight nose. A laptop rested on his crossed legs.
His eyes were fixed on the screen, and his long, well-defined fingers flew over the keyboard. His wrists were pale, his hands strong.
At her question, he didn’t even look up.
“Fu Beichen.”
His voice was low and cool.
Just like the aura he gave off: cold, distant, and hard to approach.
Like an aloof, abstinent heartthrob.
Xia Qianqian thought that if she hadn’t seen the man’s frenzied, clingy, domineering, passionate side last night, she really would have thought he was the kind of man who—
Wait!
What had he just said?
He said his name was Fu Beichen?!
Xia Qianqian sucked in a sharp breath.
Fu Beichen… Could he be the Fu Family Heir—the future head of the Fu family, the one from the most powerful family in the capital’s elite circle, who had stirred up a financial storm on Wall Street in the U.S. at just sixteen, owned a publicly listed company by eighteen, and was worth hundreds of billions?!
Good heavens!
How had she managed to get involved with someone of his stature by pure chance?!
Although Fu Beichen had spent the past few years making his mark overseas, the media had eagerly reported his dazzling achievements, practically turning him into a godlike figure!
But she had never imagined that the man everyone talked about as if he were a god would now be sitting in the same car as her!
And he had even asked her to have his baby?!
What kind of unbelievable experience was this?!
Xia Qianqian took a long time to process it before she finally accepted that the man beside her was Fu Beichen.
“Um, my name is Xia Qianqian.”
“I know.”
“I’ve already investigated all your personal information.”
Xia Qianqian: “…”
Well, that had been pointless.
Since Fu Beichen had decided he wanted her to have his child, of course he would investigate her first to make sure she posed no threat to him.
Fu Beichen suddenly looked up and pushed his glasses up with a long finger. After glancing at her, he said, “By the way, your medical examination report says your body is very suitable for getting pregnant.”
At that, Xia Qianqian’s face turned bright red.
He… he’d found that out too?
She hadn’t even known she was especially fertile.
Fu Beichen studied Xia Qianqian’s rosy, tempting face. A faint, inscrutable smile flickered in his narrow, dark eyes.
The Rolls-Royce arrived at the hospital fifteen minutes later.
Xia Qianqian quickly jumped out of the car and hurried inside in a panic.
She’d just received a call from the hospital saying her grandmother was making a fuss about being discharged.
Her grandmother had late-stage liver cancer and needed surgery. How could she leave the hospital?!
Xia Qianqian ran as fast as she could, not sparing a thought for the man behind her.
Fu Beichen walked at an unhurried pace, like a leopard strolling gracefully through the jungle, composed and at ease.
But when he saw Xia Qianqian stumbling along ahead of him, his handsome brows drew together almost imperceptibly, and he quickened his pace a little.
When Xia Qianqian reached the hospital room, she saw two nurses holding down her grandmother, who was trying to get out of bed.
She rushed in. “Grandma!”
“What are you doing?”
“Get back in bed!”
When the two nurses saw Xia Qianqian, they quickly stepped aside to let her through.
Xia Qianqian went to her grandmother and took hold of one of her arms, trying to guide her back to bed.
Her grandmother shook her head, stubbornly insisting on leaving.
“Qianqian, let’s go home. Grandma isn’t getting treatment!”
“Grandma can’t afford a five-hundred-thousand-yuan surgery.”
“Let’s just go home and wait to die, slowly.”
She’d just learned from the doctor that she had late-stage liver cancer, and the cancer cells had spread throughout her body. There was no hope.
Even if she had surgery and it went well, she might only live a few more years.
But what if the surgery didn’t go well?
If she died on the operating table, what would happen to her Qianqian?
Qianqian would be all alone. She couldn’t bear to leave her.
She had only a little time left—maybe a month, a week, or two or three days.
She wanted to spend every last moment of it with Qianqian.
Not waste it here in the hospital on meaningless treatment.
“Grandma, I’ve already raised the five hundred thousand. You have to listen to me and get your treatment.”
Xia Qianqian’s eyes reddened, tears welling up until they brimmed over.
She gripped her grandmother’s hand tightly and choked out, “The doctor said that if the surgery goes well, you’ll live to be a hundred…”