บททั้งหมดของ I Got Pregnant… and My Cold CEO Won’t Let Me Leave: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The news spread faster than Fang Jia expected.Too fast.Like someone… wanted it to spread.By noon—the entire mansion felt different.Cold.Heavy.Judging.Fang Jia stood in the hallway, gripping the tray in her hands.Her fingers were trembling.Because she knew—this wasn’t over.Not even close.“Madam wants to see you.”A maid’s voice cut through her thoughts.Her heart dropped instantly.“Now.”Fang Jia swallowed hard.“…I understand.”Every step toward the main hall felt heavier than the last.Like she was walking into something she couldn’t escape.The doors opened.Slowly.And there—sat Madam He.Elegant.Composed.Untouchable.Beside her—He Yiran leaned back with a faint smirk.Watching.Enjoying.And standing slightly to the side—Li Lan’er.Calm.Collected.Like she had nothing to do with any of this.Fang Jia stopped in the center of the room.Lowering her gaze.“…Madam.”Silence.Long.Heavy.Uncomfortable.Then—Madam He finally spoke.“You’ve been working here for ye

The mansion was quiet that night.Too quiet.After what happened in the hall—no one spoke about it openly.But everyone knew.The air had changed.Permanently.Fang Jia sat alone in the servant’s quarters.Her hands resting on her lap.Still trembling.Everything felt unreal.Yichen chose her.In front of everyone.That should have made her feel safe.But instead—it terrified her even more.A soft knock on the door.Fang Jia flinched slightly.“…Come in.”The door opened slowly.And standing there—was Li Lan’er.Elegant as always.Perfect as always.“Can we talk?”Her voice was soft.Calm.Almost… kind.Fang Jia froze.Every instinct in her body screamed—danger.“…About what?”Lan’er stepped inside.Closing the door behind her.Gently.“About you.”Silence.Fang Jia stood up slowly.Keeping her distance.“I think we’ve said enough already.”Lan’er smiled faintly.“You think so?”A pause.Then—she walked closer.Unhurried.“I don’t.”Fang Jia’s chest tightened.“Sit.”Lan’er gestu

The room smelled faintly of antiseptic. Cold, clean, and suffocating.Fang Jia lay on the bed, pale and motionless. Her breathing was shallow, uneven, like her body was still trying to recover from the shock. Beside her, machines beeped softly, fragile and distant.He Yichen stood at the edge of the bed.Silent. Still. But the air around him felt dangerous.“Is she stable?” he asked.His voice was low, controlled.The doctor hesitated. “She’s conscious, but weak. We need to monitor her closely.”Yichen’s gaze darkened. “And the baby?”The doctor paused before answering. “There was a risk. Severe shock. Impact trauma.”Fang Jia’s fingers twitched slightly.“But for now… the pregnancy is still intact.”Fang Jia let out a shaky breath.Her fingers trembled against the sheets, gripping them weakly as if she needed something to anchor herself to reality.Alive.The baby was still alive.A quiet sob escaped her lips before she could stop it.“I thought… I lost it…”Her voice broke completel

Night settled over the mansion, heavy and watchful.Li Lan’er stood alone on the balcony, her fingers wrapped tightly around her phone. Her reflection in the glass looked flawless, but her thoughts were anything but calm.He knows.The words echoed in her mind.She took a slow breath, forcing herself to stay composed.No. He only suspects.And suspicion could be controlled.She dialed a number.“Hello?”A man’s voice answered.“You were supposed to be careful,” Lan’er said softly.“I was. The camera angle—”“That’s not the problem,” she cut in. “The problem is that she’s still alive.”There was a brief silence.“…What do you want me to do?”“Nothing. Not yet,” she replied coldly. “Lay low. Don’t contact me unless I call first.”She ended the call.Her grip tightened.One mistake was enough.She wouldn’t make another.Not with him watching.The next morning, the mansion returned to its usual routine. Staff moved quietly, everything appearing normal.But something had changed.He Yichen

The silence after chaos felt heavier than the chaos itself.Fragments of glass still glittered across the floor, catching the chandelier light like scattered warnings. No one dared move.No one dared speak.At the center of it all, Li Lan’er stood frozen.But inside—something was cracking.Her chest rose and fell too quickly. Her fingers trembled, though she kept them hidden at her sides. The whispers around her grew louder, sharper, cutting into her like invisible blades.“She pushed her…”“I saw the video…”“She almost killed her…”Her jaw tightened.This wasn’t supposed to happen.Not like this.Her gaze snapped toward He Yichen.He stood there, calm. Cold. Untouched by the storm he had just created.That look—like he had already decided her fate.Something inside her twisted.“You think this proves anything?” Lan’er’s voice came out steady, but there was a crack beneath it.Yichen didn’t answer.That silence felt worse than any accusation.Lan’er took a step forward.“I said it