Semua Bab I Got Pregnant… and My Cold CEO Won’t Let Me Leave: Bab 41 - Bab 50

If he refused to obey—they wouldn’t hesitate.And this time—they wouldn’t use him.They would go straight for her.“If you fail—we end her ourselves.”The message burned into his mind.Clear.Cold.Final.Yichen’s grip tightened instinctively around Fang Jia’s hand.Not from control.From fear.Real.Sharp.Unfamiliar.Because for the first time—this wasn’t about what he might do.It was about what they would do.“Yichen…”Fang Jia felt it.The change.The shift.His hand wasn’t trapping her anymore.It was holding on.Like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.“They’re not done…”Her voice came out softer now.But steady.Still steady.Yichen didn’t respond immediately.His eyes were locked on the phone screen.Jaw tight.Breathing uneven again.But this time—it wasn’t from the injection.It was from the choice.“They’ll kill you.”The words came out low.Rough.Finally his.Fang Jia shook her head.“No.”Simple.Certain.“I’m already in this.”A pause.Her grip on his ha

“You already lost.”Those words—weren’t a bluff.And both of them knew it.Silence stretched across the room.Heavy.Sharp.Ready to snap.The man standing in front of Yichen didn’t move.Didn’t react.But something in his eyes shifted—just slightly.Not doubt.Not fear.Calculation.Recalibration.“You always did overestimate yourself.”His voice remained calm.Smooth.Controlled.Like everything else about him.But Yichen didn’t respond.Didn’t take the bait.Because this—wasn’t about ego.This was about control.And for the first time since this began—it wasn’t entirely in the man’s hands anymore.“You came here personally.”Yichen’s voice dropped.Low.Steady.Measured.“That means you couldn’t finish it remotely.”A pause.The man’s gaze sharpened.Almost imperceptibly.“But here you are.”Yichen took a slow step forward.Subtle.But intentional.“Which means something went wrong.”Silence.Fang Jia felt it.The shift.This wasn’t just confrontation anymore.This was dismantl

The moment blood hit the floor—everyone expected him to fall.He didn’t.Fang Jia’s hands shook against his side, warm blood slipping through her fingers faster than she could stop it.“Yichen…”Her voice cracked.Fear finally breaking through completely.But he didn’t look at her.Didn’t look down at the wound.His eyes stayed locked on the man standing across the room.Sharp.Focused.Dangerously calm.The blood spreading across his shirt should have slowed him down.Should have weakened him.But somehow—it made him look worse.More dangerous.The man noticed it too.Interesting.That faint amusement disappeared from his face for the first time.“You’re still standing.”Yichen’s breathing stayed uneven but steady enough.“You sound disappointed.”The answer came instantly.Cold.The man’s gaze narrowed slightly.Because that wasn’t supposed to happen.Pain was supposed to destabilize him.The disruptor was supposed to weaken him.The emotional trigger was supposed to break him.In

If surrendering himself could save her—then the choice should’ve been easy.So why did it feel like walking straight into hell?Fang Jia’s breathing turned uneven in his arms.Too fast.Too shallow.Every few seconds, pain visibly tightened her expression before she forced herself to suppress it again.But Yichen felt it.Every tremor.Every weak breath.Every second she tried pretending she was fine.And it was tearing him apart.“What did you do to her?”His voice dropped lower this time.Dangerously low.Not shouting.Not emotional.Which somehow made it worse.The man standing across from him remained calm.Almost bored.“Nothing permanent.”Yichen’s eyes darkened instantly.“You expect me to believe that?”“It depends on your next decision.”Silence.Fang Jia tightened her grip weakly around Yichen’s sleeve.“No…”Her voice came out strained.“Don’t—”Another wave of pain hit before she could finish.Her body tensed sharply.Yichen caught her immediately, steadying her closer ag

Some secrets are hidden.Others—are buried.The hospital basement felt wrong.Too quiet.Too empty.The deeper they went, the colder the air became, carrying the sharp scent of metal and burnt wires through the dim emergency-lit corridor.Every step echoed.Every shadow felt alive.Fang Jia stayed close beside Yichen, her fingers still lightly gripping the sleeve of his bloodstained shirt.Not because she was afraid of the dark.Because she was afraid of what they were about to find.The guards followed behind carefully, weapons raised, flashlights sweeping across the walls.But even they looked uneasy now.Because this no longer felt like a hospital.It felt like a cover.Yichen slowed slightly near the final corridor leading toward the old server wing.His expression hardened instantly.“What is it?” Fang Jia whispered.He didn’t answer immediately.Then—“Bleach.”The word came out cold.Sharp.Her chest tightened.Because she knew exactly what that meant.Someone cleaned the area