He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Tang Tongtong nodded repeatedly, completely agreeing: "My villa here also has tons of security cameras, exactly the same as yours, so there's no way to hide anything. It's okay, we don't need to bring luggage, just bring plenty of cash and cards, money can sustain us anywhere."

"Okay! It's settled then!" Sang Jiuning agreed readily, her anticipation growing with each passing thought.

Tang Tongtong's smile deepened as she began to imagine a wonderful, free life, her tone full of longing: "Let's go to Paris! There's Fashion Week there, and there are top male models everywhere, all with blond hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, narrow waists, and long legs—their charisma is incredible, and many of them are from royal families. They're absolutely the cream of the crop!"

Sang Jiuning was overjoyed, a smile involuntarily spreading across her face as she repeatedly agreed, "This is great! It's so pleasing to the eye!"

Tang Tongtong raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin, teasing her deliberately: "When the time comes, sister-in-law, be generous and I'll pick out eighteen top male models to keep you company, so you can see handsome men every day!"

Sang Jiuning immediately retorted, not to be outdone: "And what about you? You've definitely found more for yourself than I have!"

As soon as they finished speaking, the two looked at each other and couldn't help but cover their mouths and burst out laughing.

Sang Jiuning held Tang Tongtong's hand, her newly purchased plane ticket tucked into her pocket. She whispered to her best friend beside her, "Hurry, hurry, we'll miss our flight if we're any later."

Tang Tongtong nodded vigorously, her eyes full of anticipation. The two walked side by side with their heads down, quickly heading towards the airport security checkpoint.

But just as they reached the entrance of the hall, two tall and slender figures suddenly blocked their way.

The blinding sunlight streamed through the glass door, landing squarely on the two men, their powerful auras instantly freezing anyone in their tracks.

It was Wen Zhaoci and Fu Yanchen.

Sang Jiuning's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

Oh no, we've been caught.

She instinctively shrank behind Tang Tongtong, her small hands secretly gripping her best friend's arm, her head lowered, and even her breathing became unconsciously softer.

She secretly ran away today; she's definitely going to be in trouble now.

Tang Tongtong on the other side wasn't in much better shape either.

Fu Yanchen's gaze was deep and intense, his dark eyes fixed on her, exuding a sense of oppression.

Tang Tongtong looks aloof and gentle, but in reality she is strong and domineering. Every time she is stared at by him like that, she feels uncomfortable all over, her scalp tingles, and she doesn't dare to look up at him. She buries her face, her shoulders are slightly tense, and she doesn't even dare to breathe.

Fu Yanchen was both angry and amused by the little girl's timid and cowardly appearance, as if she had done something wrong and felt guilty.

He took a long step forward, reached out and pulled the uneasy Tang Tongtong into his arms, his arms firmly around her waist, and then swiftly and neatly lifted her up in his arms.

Caught off guard, Tang Tongtong gasped and instinctively reached out to hug his neck, her cheeks instantly turning bright red.

A deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear, tinged with a playful teasing and a hint of barely perceptible jealousy: "So you really want to look at top male models outside behind my back?"

He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her flushed earlobe, "You should have said so earlier. When we get back tonight, I'll let you see as much as you want, and you'll only see me."

Tang Tongtong's head buzzed, and she was completely dumbfounded.

I felt so ashamed and embarrassed that I wanted to disappear into the ground.

What are you talking about?! She just wanted to go out and have fun, she didn't want to see any male models!

She nestled pitifully in Fu Yanchen's arms, too embarrassed to speak, only able to secretly turn her head to look at Sang Jiuning, who was equally at a loss beside her, her eyes filled with deep apology.

[Ningning, I'm so sorry! I really didn't expect them to be stuck here. This is a complete disaster. Next time I'll definitely plan ahead and avoid any mishaps!]

Looking at her best friend's pitiful state, caught red-handed and at the mercy of others, Sang Jiuning couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She blinked gently, silently replying with her eyes: [Don't apologize to me. Good luck; my brother is definitely going to teach you a lesson this time.]

The two exchanged silent glances, thinking they were being discreet, but Wen Zhaoci, who had a dark expression the whole time, saw it all.

Wen Zhaoci's expression was already not good, and seeing his wife secretly running away without telling him, he was already burning with anger.

Seeing that she was caught red-handed and still wasn't behaving herself, even having the leisure to exchange glances and secretly interact with others, his handsome face instantly turned completely dark.

The air pressure around him suddenly dropped several degrees, and the chilling aura made people afraid to get close.

He stepped forward, his tall figure looming over the petite Sang Jiuning. He lowered his eyes to stare at the girl, who was burying her head in the sand, trying to play dead and avoid the question. His tone was deep and dangerous, filled with a sense of oppression: "Wife, are you planning to run away with the baby?"

Sang Jiuning froze instantly.

Her mind went blank. She dazedly raised her eyelids, glanced at him cautiously, and then quickly lowered her head again.

Running with the ball?

She stared blankly at those three words, pondering over and over in her mind. Was it what she thought they meant?

But she doesn't have a ball to carry!

Sang Jiuning wanted to ask but didn't dare to.

Wen Zhaoci's gaze was too deep, and she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, he would start a never-ending saga.

Before she could think further, Wen Zhaoci bent down and picked her up in his arms.

Sang Jiuning subconsciously reached out and hugged his neck, obediently leaning against him, not daring to struggle or say another word, completely admitting defeat.

Fu Yanchen, who was holding Tang Tongtong, didn't even glance at the airport terminal and walked out side by side with Wen Zhaoci.

Two understated yet luxurious black Maybachs were parked at the entrance.

The driver had been waiting for a long time, and upon seeing the two of them come out, he immediately and respectfully opened the car door.

Wen Zhaoci carefully placed Sang Jiuning in the back seat, then followed her in, holding her hand tightly the entire time, not giving her a chance to let go.

The car started smoothly and finally came to a steady stop in front of a private hospital that Wen Zhaoci had invested in.

Sang Jiuning sat in the car, looking out at the hospital gate, feeling completely lost.

She instantly understood what Wen Zhaoci meant.

Lately, she has been feeling very tired and exhausted. Wen Zhaoci kept this in mind and even calculated her menstrual cycle.

She obediently followed him inside for the examination.

As she walked out of the hospital, the sunlight was still blinding, but Sang Jiuning had completely lost any of the excitement she had felt when she secretly escaped.

Her shoulders were slightly slumped, her face was wrinkled, her lips were slightly pouting, and her whole face looked listless and lacked any energy.

Her bright eyes dimmed, becoming wet and full of grievance, making her look like a dejected kitten whose snacks had been confiscated.

Her eyes and brows showed helplessness, anxiety, and the panic of becoming a new mother.

Her voice was soft, tinged with confusion and nervousness: "Wen Zhaoci... I'm really going to be a mother."