Bao Shaojin’s fists were clenched tightly, the bloodied hand seeping with tiny beads of blood dripping to the ground. His dark, crimson eyes reflected a bloodthirsty light. When he realized what slid out from the young girl’s pocket was a pregnancy test, a certain impulse he had been suppressing deep within instantly vanished. Ever since he confirmed his feelings, he had been trying to ignore one thing: the young girl once belonged to his cousin. Regarding the past between Bao Cheng and the young girl, he didn’t even have the courage to let his subordinates investigate... He once thought that as long as the young girl and Bao Cheng parted ways, he could pretend her past never happened. Until the pregnancy test appeared, forcing him to face a reality: the young girl, both physically and mentally, once belonged to that bastard Bao Cheng. Now, even the child... In front of the silent bathroom door, the man’s back was slightly bent, the despondence on his face evident. As time passed, he was like a statue, not moving at all. At that moment, his keen hearing picked up the sound of sobbing coming from inside the bathroom. Bao Shaojin shivered all over, his somber gaze instantly showing a hint of pathological obsession. He reached for the door handle, as if stepping onto a battlefield, with no warmth in his body at all, not even in his eyes. When his gaze caught sight of the unopened pregnancy test box in the young girl’s hand, he stepped forward a few strides, forcefully took it, and then opened it. An Yin looked at his forceful demeanor, her hands placed on her chest in a defensive posture, her tear-reddened eyes staring blankly at the man, "What, what are you doing?" Bao Shaojin held the pregnancy test stick and a small plastic box similar to a funnel, the remaining packaging had already been tossed to the floor by him. "Are you going to test it?" Bao Shaojin watched as the young girl cautiously moved back, his scorching gaze staring intently at her. "Bao Shaojin, I won’t test it, I’m not..." Before she could finish saying "pregnant," she saw the man closing in on her step by step. An Yin retreated to the corner, watching the man get closer and closer, her entire body trembling uncontrollably, murmuring and pleading, "Don’t come over, don’t come over..." An Yin had never seen the man . His cold face with sword-shaped brows raised, emanated a chilly light. As An Yin resisted, the man seemed to lose his sanity, placing the things in his hand on the sink. In the next second, An Yin saw a sharpness flash through his deep-set eyes. After saying this, the man’s strong hands landed on the collar in front of her collarbones. In the next second, as she pulled down, the zipper of her clothes was opened. An Yin, extremely terrified, tried to push the man away, however, her strength was no threat to him at all. *** Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩 The elevator slowly ascended. The person inside watched the floor numbers excitedly, a hint of urgency flickering in his eyes. The man wore a black suit, yet it failed to hide his corpulent figure, although his features were well-defined. "Is that brat Ajin really coming over?" Bao Lao San raised his hand to adjust his clothing, a joyful expression unconcealed on his face. "Yes." The assistant standing beside Bao Lao San replied solemnly. "Heh heh..." Bao Lao San chuckled awkwardly. Previously, the old lady said that this nephew of his wouldn’t attend, which made Bao Lao San somewhat bothered. After all, Bao Shaojin is now the head of the Bao Family, and if he didn’t show up at his son’s engagement party, what would people outside think? They would surely think there’s discord within the Bao Family? And how would Bao Cheng progress in his career when facing those seasoned veterans in the business world? Thus, upon learning that his nephew appeared at the hotel, Bao Lao San had someone lead him to the suite his nephew was in. As the elevator reached the floor he was heading to, Bao Lao San couldn’t wait to see his nephew. Despite often having grievances against Bao Shaojin, he remained clear-headed at crucial times! A few people arrived at the presidential suite on the top floor. Bao Lao San frowned at the attendant guarding the door and commanded disdainfully, "Open the door." "Master Bao San!" The attendant greeted respectfully, then looked at each other in embarrassment. Seeing their lack of movement, Bao Lao San’s fleshy face turned fierce, "What, I can’t command you?" Having been suppressed by his own nephew at the Bao Family for years, Bao Lao San had accumulated anger, and seeing the attendant disregard his words gradually solidified his initially joyful expression. "Master San, Mr. Bao specifically instructed not to be disturbed by anyone," the attendant bent low and cautiously spoke. "Hmph, am I an outsider?" Bao Lao San retorted with a sneer. The attendant remained rooted to the spot, still not daring to act recklessly. Bao Lao San turned, casting a sinister glance at the assistant behind him. Soon, the assistant approached the attendant, with a slight threat in his tone, "If you want to keep your careers in T City, you’d better open the door, or else..." The attendants on both sides listened to the assistant’s words, exchanged confused glances, and eventually, one of them tremblingly took out the key. The assistant seized it, promptly unlocking the door. Bao Lao San glared at the two attendants before striding inside. "Wait here." Bao Lao San instructed the people behind him. Bao Lao San walked through the foyer to the lounge, his eyes gleaming with envy at the lavish decor. His nephew, from childhood to adulthood, always had a taste above the ordinary. While he was dazed, he heard weak sobs in his ears. Bao Lao San inclined his head to listen and slowly walked towards the source of the sound. As the sobs grew louder, Bao Lao San’s heart pounded with excitement. This nephew of his, from young, was austere and observant, strict with himself, a true gentleman! However, the sounds coming from inside now utterly contradicted that image. Bao Lao San, who had been mingling with women since childhood, couldn’t possibly miss what those sounds represented. He arrived at the long corridor, halting suddenly. His cold eyes shifted, and he swiftly pulled out his phone from his pocket, drafting a text message and pressing send. The woman’s crying never ceased in his ears, while Bao Lao San paced back and forth in excitement, repeatedly rubbing his hands, his round face expressing sheer elation. In his anxious wait, he felt utterly tortured. When rejuvenated, he noticed a figure slowly approaching from a distance. From afar, Housekeeper Liu was assisting the frail figure of Madam Bao, casting a puzzled glance his way. Bao Lao San, elatedly, quickly approached to assist Madam Bao’s wrist, concealing his joy on his face, and feigned sorrow, "Mom, this brat Ajin is utterly outrageous, he..."