บททั้งหมดของ I Got Pregnant… and My Cold CEO Won’t Let Me Leave: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I got pregnant… from a mistake I was never supposed to make. And now— the man I should stay away from… won’t let me leave. The night I slept with my boss… was the night everything fell apart. Rain fell softly over the sakura garden, coating the ground in fragile shades of pink. From the third-floor balcony, He Yichen stood still, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. His gaze was sharp, distant—yet locked onto one person below. Fang Jia. Seventeen years. And he still couldn’t let her go. Below, Fang Jia moved quietly, sweeping fallen petals with steady hands. Her long black hair was tied back simply, a few damp strands clinging to her cheeks. She looked small in that vast garden. Fragile. Like she could disappear at any moment. And maybe… she already tried. Yichen exhaled slowly, smoke fading into the cold air She thought she could run. She thought one night meant nothing. But she was wrong. The memory came without warning. A little gi

Fang Jia barely had time to react. The moment they stepped out of the hall— He Yichen pulled her into a private room and shut the door. Click. The sound echoed louder than it should. “Sir—” She stopped herself. “…Sir, what are you doing?” Yichen didn’t answer immediately. He just stared at her. Like he was trying to see through her. “You hesitated.” Her heart skipped. “What?” “When he asked you to leave with him.” His voice was calm. Too calm. Fang Jia swallowed. “That’s none of your business.” A mistake. In one step, he closed the distance. “Everything about you is my business.” Her back hit the door. No escape. “You don’t get to decide that.” “And you don’t get to walk away.” His hand slammed lightly against the door beside her head. Not hurting her. But trapping her. “I already did,” she whispered. “No.” His eyes darkened. “You ran.” Silence. “You think running means it’s over?” His voice dropped lower. “Try it again.” Her breath trembled. “…Wha

The moment the doors closed—everything changed.Silence filled the private hallway.Heavy.Tense.Unforgiving.Fang Jia hadn’t even taken a full step—when a hand grabbed her wrist.Hard.“Where do you think you’re going?”Her breath hitched.She didn’t need to turn around.She already knew.He Yichen.“Let go.”Her voice was steady.Too steady.“I need to go back to work.”A lie.And he knew it.“You’re not going anywhere.”His grip tightened slightly.Not enough to hurt.But enough to stop her.“To him?”The words came out cold.Sharp.Fang Jia finally turned.Her eyes met his.“If you mean Li Wei…”Li Wei“…at least he treats me like a human being.”Silence.For one second.Two.Then—Yichen laughed.Low.Dangerous.“A human?”He stepped closer.“For someone who ‘knows her place’…”His hand lifted her chin again.“…you talk too much.”Her heart pounded.But she didn’t back down.“Because someone needs to remind you.”“Remind me of what?”“That I’m not yours.”Wrong answer.In one

She should have thrown it away.Before he saw it.Before everything fell apart.The silence was suffocating.Fang Jia couldn’t move.Her wrist was still in He Yichen’s grip.Warm.Firm.Unyielding.“Look at me.”His voice was no longer cold.It was worse.Controlled.Dangerously calm.Slowly—Fang Jia lifted her gaze.And instantly regretted it.Because this time…he wasn’t guessing anymore.He was watching.Analyzing.Waiting.“You said you can’t.”A pause.“Explain.”Her lips parted.But no words came out.Because there was nothing she could say—that wouldn’t destroy everything.“I’m tired.”A weak excuse.The only one she could find.“I just need rest.”Yichen didn’t react.Didn’t believe her.Didn’t even pretend to.Instead—his gaze dropped again.To her stomach.Lingering.Too long.“Since when?”Her breath hitched.“What?”“Since when have you been ‘tired’?”The way he said it—it wasn’t a question.It was a trap.“I don’t understand what you’re—”“You’re avoiding the answer.”

The next morning—everything felt… off.Fang Jia woke up earlier than usual.But the moment she stepped out of her room—she felt it.Eyes.Watching.Judging.Whispering.The maids in the hallway fell silent when she passed.Then—soft murmurs followed behind her.“She’s the one…”“Did you see last night?”“Mr. He actually—”Fang Jia clenched her fists.Her chest tightened.So it starts.By the time she reached the main hall—the atmosphere was already suffocating.And at the center of it—Li Lan’er sat elegantly, sipping her tea.Perfect.Untouchable.“Good morning.”Her voice was soft.Sweet.Too sweet.Fang Jia lowered her head slightly.“Good morning, Miss.”Lan’er smiled.Slowly.“I heard you weren’t feeling well yesterday.”A pause.Her eyes flicked down—to Fang Jia’s stomach.Just for a second.But it was enough.“I’m fine.”A lie.“Oh?”Lan’er tilted her head slightly.“Because you don’t look fine.”Before Fang Jia could react—Lan’er raised her hand.“Bring him in.”The door