Reborn as the Cinnabar Mole of the Prince of Beijing's Elite Circle

In An Cinian's heart, there will always be only one person: Xie Yu'an. Xie Yu'an is her white moonlight, her cinnabar mole. Losing Xie Yu'an would be worse than having her heart ripped out, leaving her unable to live or die.

Si Qiyan kept saying he liked her, but he didn't respect her at all. Whether it was morality or affection, her feelings were worthless in front of Si Qiyan.

Si Qiyan smiled bitterly, his almost transparent eyes, like An Cinian's amber eyes, revealing sorrow.

Qingqing, you have indeed come back now, but unfortunately, the person in your heart is no longer me.

"Let me leave."

The more An Cinian struggled, the more forceful Si Qiyan became. He had done so much not to let An Cinian leave so easily. He had given Xie Yu'an a chance, but it was Xie Yu'an who left An Cinian on her own, so he couldn't be blamed.

"Qingqing, you can't leave. Everyone here is mine. You can't escape."

As he spoke, Si Qiyan's tone became excited and thrilled; he was very satisfied with his actions.

Looking into those smiling eyes, An Cinian finally realized that she had been drawn into an inescapable conspiracy, and that Si Qiyan wanted to imprison her!

And so, An Cinian stayed alone in this desolate room for two whole days and two nights, refusing to eat a single grain of rice or drink a drop of water. She was trying to express her dissatisfaction and protest in this extreme way in order to threaten Si Qiyan.

However, her heart was also filled with endless torment and struggle. In the past two days, physical weakness and mental exhaustion were intertwined, almost breaking her down.

Hugging my knees with both arms, burying myself in them, Ah Yu, I miss you so much.

They had never been separated for such a long time since they got married. After their marriage, no matter how busy Xie Yu'an was with work, the man who loved her would always come home, stay by her side, and sleep with her in his arms.

Ayu always took care of all her needs in great detail.

She had imagined countless times what she would do if she lost Xie Yu'an, unable to live or die, forever living in pain and despair.

An Cinian squatted weakly by the bed, gently stroking her belly with both hands, tears glistening in her eyes.

She said to her unborn baby, "Baby, I'm sorry, it's Mommy's fault, but Mommy really can't stay here. Can you bear it a little longer? Can you hold on a little longer?" Her voice was choked with emotion, filled with helplessness and guilt.

That's what she thought, but can An Cinian really keep going just because she says she can? On the second day, or even before the second day, An Cinian fainted from hunger because she hadn't eaten.

For this, Si Qiyan lost his temper and scolded everyone several times, asking them how they were taking care of the lady.

And the bigger surprise is yet to come.

The doctor who was called in examined An Cinian. After a thorough examination, the doctor's eyelids twitched involuntarily: "Madam is one month pregnant."

"What did you say?!"

The news came like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone present utterly shocked. Si Qiyan's face showed disbelief, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Ah Sheng, who had been secretly glancing at his boss, thought to himself, "Oh no, oh no." He turned his head and quickly gestured for the servants to leave, which only made his boss angrier.

The doctor, unsure of what was going to happen, reaffirmed that An Cinian was one month pregnant. Her pulse was very stable, indicating that she had received excellent care in her daily life and diet.

"Doctor, why don't you wait outside for a bit?" Ah Sheng couldn't help but step forward and pull the doctor outside.

Knowing all too well what his boss was capable of, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the girl in bed. Was it right or wrong for someone like that to like her? Ah Sheng said he didn't know.

Aside from being by Si Qiyan's side for so many years and always working, he knew nothing about their relationship.

Si Qiyan stared intently at An Cinian, as serene as Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, yet his heart was in turmoil.

Without realizing it, his hands were already clenched into fists, and his facial muscles were tense, as if he was trying his best to suppress the emotions that were about to erupt.

If he doesn't control himself, he'll grab anything at hand and smash it to the ground to vent his anger.

I never expected it to turn out like this. Qingqing is pregnant, and with whom? Xie Yu'an.

I almost suffocated from holding my breath.

On one occasion, by chance, Si Muyun took me to an art exhibition. One of the paintings was titled "Next Life," and the inscription on the painting read:

Once we miss each other, it's for a lifetime. After death, will there be an afterlife for us?

That was a rhetorical question, Si Qiyan thought, even he himself didn't know the answer.

Life is short. People say they are living well now and can live to be seventy or eighty, but people are different. You never know when you might die, maybe in the next second, or in the blink of an eye.

After eighteen years of waiting, he finally discovered that the woman he loved was pregnant with another man's child.

How ridiculous and laughable, how pathetic Si Qiyan is.

An Cinian opened her eyes at that moment, realizing she had fainted from hunger. Then, she suddenly remembered something important and hurriedly reached out to touch her abdomen.

Her gaze then shifted to Si Qiyan, whose eyes were cold. It seemed that he already knew about her pregnancy. She was filled with worry and unease, unsure of what to do next.

Si Qiyan ignored An Cinian's nervous expression and reached out to...

Startled by the sudden action, she quickly stepped back, fearing that Si Qiyan might do something bad to her child. This man's emotions were unpredictable, and she wouldn't deliberately try to please him; that was impossible.

Therefore, the only thing she could do was to escape and try to avoid any possible conflict with Si Qiyan.

"Hmph, what, are you afraid I'll hurt your child?"

Asking knowingly.

An Ci Nian refused to go see him.

That's right, Si Qiyan said An Cinian guessed correctly. He couldn't stand this child and wanted to kill him!

He suddenly leaned forward forcefully, pulling An Cinian in front of him. Then, he pressed down on the back of An Cinian's neck, forcing her to look directly at him. His voice was firm and unwavering: "An Cinian, you absolutely cannot keep this child!"

His expression was so cold and ruthless, and the indifference in his tone could almost freeze the air.

This wasn't his child, so he wanted to kill them all.

"Si Qiyan! This is my child, what do you want to do?"

Hearing Si Qiyan's answer, An Cinian felt a lump in her throat, causing her eyes to redden. A chill ran down her spine. She suddenly remembered what Lin Yan had told her. This man killed her stepfather, and although it was self-defense, it might have been a scheme by the man. After all, a child born from who-knows-where became Si Muxiao's adopted son, then the heir of the Qin family, and finally became the big shot he is today.

When Nan Cheng heard the name Si Qiyan, he felt not admiration or ignorance, but fear. An Cinian dared not think about what this person did behind the scenes, but it was easy to imagine how cruel his methods could be.

“An Cinian, let me tell you, you are mine now, your body and your heart belong to me! What is Xie Yu'an anyway? This child is just a bastard!”

madman!

An Cinian's face was contorted with rage, and she was struggling all over. She even hated Si Qiyan's hands; they were so ugly!

My child~

"Ah Sheng! Bring a few obstetricians and gynecologists over here!" Si Qiyan shouted loudly at the door, his voice filled with an unquestionable tone of command, clearly not intending to give An Cinian any chance to object.