That night.

A girl slept on the large bed in the hotel suite, her sleeping position slightly curled up, her pale face serene and clear, utterly defenseless.

The door was opened without warning, black-clad bodyguards stood respectfully in two lines outside the door, imposing a powerful force that was intimidating. A path was left in the middle for a tall, dark figure to walk into the suite. He held an inviolable authority, mysterious and cool, making the whole suite feel oppressive and uneasy.

His eyes, as dark as the night, stared at the sleeping girl on the bed. His voice was low and pleasant, yet commanding and heart-quaking, "Her?"

Behind him, Uncle Quan respectfully glanced at the remarkably imposing man, "Yes, Ninth Master. She is the only girl whose chromosomes match yours. And she's pure, you can be assured."

After finishing his words, Uncle Quan quickly retreated, and closed the suite door.

Perhaps it was the uneasy invasion of the air, the sleeping girl, Qiao Yimo, felt a chill.

Struggling to open her eyes, she saw a blurry shadow approaching her relentlessly.

She wanted to see it more clearly, but became more and more powerless, until she was completely enveloped by the shadow.

…

"Ah, I can't take it anymore, ah! Ah!" Qiao Yimo suddenly opened her eyes and sat up in the bed.

She dazedly looked around her.

The window curtain allowed the outside light to seep in, it was broad daylight.

What is happening? She actually had a dream of rolling in bed with a man? But why did this dream feel so real?

More importantly, her whole body felt like it was hit by a train, incredibly sore and painful.

It seemed like there really was something to it.

However, Qiao Yimo quickly eased up.

It was her 18th birthday yesterday. She went out to have fun with her classmates, and accidentally drank too much alcohol. Before drinking, she had taken cold medicine, and that might be the reason for her symptoms.

Qiao Yimo felt a bit embarrassed. To have a wet dream in her newly adulthood, why was she so eager...

One month later, the families of Qiao and Pei had a gathering.

Inside a private room in a club.

"How about we arrange the engagement of Yimo and Junheng in the middle of next month?" Junheng's father, Pei Jianping, happily asked the people present.

Qiao Yimo couldn’t hide her joyous expression and glanced at Pei Junheng, who was beside her. Pei Junheng also had a smile in his eyes, his gaze warmly on her.

At the dinner table, only the faces of Qiao Die Wu and her daughter, Liao Qinghe, were terrible.

Underneath the table, Qiao Die Wu's hands were clenched into fists, her manicured nails sinking into her skin. She was almost at the point of strangling Qiao Yimo.

Why should she snatch away the man she liked? She wanted everything that was hers. Qiao Yimo, I won't let you get away with this!

"That's settled then!" Qiao's father, Qiao Boren, raised his drink with a smile.

Qiao Yimo and Pei Junheng also lifted their drinks, drinking.

Just after Qiao Yimo took a sip, she suddenly felt nauseous—

"Ugh!" She quickly covered her mouth trying to suppress the nausea, but it only intensified, "Ugh!"

Qiao Yimo stood up and ran out of the room.

"Yimo!" Pei Junheng was taken aback.

Rushing into the restroom, Qiao Yimo began to vomit intensely, ejecting everything she'd eaten before. She slumped onto the floor, her face pale.

Was it food poisoning? Why was she feeling nauseous?

At the hospital.

After the medical exam results were out, inside the doctor's office.

Sitting there, Qiao Yimo asked, "Doctor, is there something wrong with my health? I saw positive in the report, what does positive mean?"

"You're pregnant."