CEO's Sweetheart is a Super Idol-Chapter 469 - 461: Diagnosing Pregnancy

Street

Cold rain fell from the sky, carrying a pain that cut to the bone.

Lan Yening helped Li Jiaqi, whose legs were trembling, toward the car.

The latter bit her lip, refusing to let out any sound of suffering.

When the car door opened,

"Jiaqi, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"No, I just want to find somewhere to rest."

"...Alright!"

Lan Yening knew what the former was worried about—if the media got wind of this, it would be over for them.

The rain grew heavier and heavier.

The two drenched figures climbed into the car.

Li Jiaqi, pale-faced and utterly disheveled, curled up in the seat, her eyes blank and hollow.

Lan Yening wiped the blood off his face, pressed down on the accelerator, and drove away.

"Xiao Ning, do you know?"

"Jiaqi!"

"I’m a filthy girl, so filthy, so dirty."

"Jiaqi, you’re not dirty. The filth is in the circle, in this world, in those who forced us into this."

Lan Yening’s stunningly handsome face was twisted in savage hatred, and the cold light in his eyes flickered like ghostly flames from hell.

In this moment, he had completely stripped off his disguise.

"I truly despise myself—with every breath, I reek of that man’s stench."

"Do you know? The first time he possessed me, I lay there like a corpse."

Li Jiaqi clutched her chest, drops of blood trailing from the corner of her lips.

She reached out to wipe them away silently; the sorrowful tears streamed down her face.

"He even made me sing our group’s songs for him. Do you know how humiliating that was?"

"I knelt there like a worm."

"He made me sing ’Reverse Gravity,’ our most inspiring song."

As Li Jiaqi said this, she couldn’t hold back anymore, clutching her face and crying aloud.

Cough! Cough!

"Jiaqi!"

"I’m fine! Fine!"

Li Jiaqi held her violently heaving chest as she tried to soothe Lan Yening.

"Jiaqi, go to the hospital! Let’s stop being stars; I’ll take you away."

"Haha! Xiao Ning, where could we possibly escape? Those people have countless ways to ruin us."

Li Jiaqi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her bitter smile carrying too much helplessness.

Lan Yening’s eyes were equally filled with pain and guilt as he stared out at the increasingly heavy rain, his bloodshot gaze intense.

He clenched his teeth so hard he wished he could tear those people to pieces. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

He knew why Zhang Yuzhe had beaten Li Jiaqi. First, to vent his anger; second, to show him that this woman was nothing more than a toy in his hands, and so were you, Lan Yening.

Unwillingness, rage, injury, heartbreak.

Zhang Yuzhe didn’t just torment his body; he trampled his dignity underfoot.

However, Lan Yening had also seen through the former’s weakness.

Zhang Yuzhe didn’t dare truly kill him or cripple him.

Clearly, Zhang Yuzhe had his own concerns—his status and wealth.

While these people were vicious and seemingly powerful, their weaknesses were glaring.

Driving at high speed, the two arrived at a quiet neighborhood.

Lan Yening held an umbrella to shield them from the cameras as they hurried inside.

Their icy bodies pressed tightly together as they climbed the stairs and entered a room.

"I’ve already found a doctor. Jiaqi, hold on."

"A doctor?"

"A traditional medicine practitioner, very reliable."

Lan Yening didn’t elaborate.

In this circle, there were certain doctors who treated people who couldn’t afford to have their conditions exposed to the public.

These patients were often film stars or other prominent figures across industries.

This kind of doctor had actually been introduced to him by his former manager, Lu Tianxiang.

After Lan Yening rose to fame, Zhang Yaru had ruthlessly kicked Lu Tianxiang aside.

She had sensed that this man might try to vie with her for Xiao Ning.

"Doctor, how is she?"

Lan Yening looked at the gaunt Dr. Bai, who withdrew her hand after checking Li Jiaqi’s pulse.

"She’s pregnant."

"What? Impossible—I’ve only been with that man for less than two months!"

Overwhelmed, Li Jiaqi clutched the bedcovers in shock, her voice rising in disbelief.

"Miss Li, please calm down; agitation could harm the fetus."

"Dr. Bai, could you be mistaken?"

"It’s a pregnancy pulse—how could it be mistaken? If you’re skeptical, you can confirm again at a hospital."

Lan Yening and Li Jiaqi fell into silence.

They knew the doctor’s words were likely accurate.

"Since Miss Li is pregnant, I can only prescribe some medication to ensure the fetus is safe."

"But she’s also sustained external injuries, so topical medicine is necessary."

Dr. Bai said as she retrieved a small porcelain bottle from her medical kit.

"Dissolve this in warm water and apply it to the bruises."

Leaving the medicine behind, Dr. Bai politely bid them farewell and left.

Engrossed in their complex emotions, neither noticed.

As Dr. Bai exited, her narrow eyes gleamed with an unusually malicious glint.

"Xiao Ning, what should I do?"

"I don’t know; maybe you should terminate it."

"Terminate it?"

"Yes. Unless you want to keep Zhang Yuzhe’s child—even if you do, how will you film during pregnancy?"

Lan Yening spoke as he dissolved the medicine from the bottle into warm water.

"Maybe I should keep this child."

"Jiaqi, don’t be foolish. Zhang Yuzhe won’t care—he has countless women willing to bear children for him."

Lan Yening picked up a cotton swab and dipped it in the medicated solution, gently applying it to Li Jiaqi’s injuries.

"Hiss!"

The sharp sting made her furrow her brow involuntarily.

"Jiaqi, does it hurt? Hold on!"

"It’s fine." Li Jiaqi lightly shook her head. "Xiao Ning, that bastard Zhang Yuzhe will definitely kick me out of the production, stop investing in me, and find every way to force me onto my knees for more humiliation."

"Jiaqi, can’t Galaxy protect you?"

Li Jiaqi’s expression turned sarcastic, and she let out a cold laugh:

"I’m not that valuable to them."

"Zhang Yuzhe can easily invite me to play a role if he shows up in person."

"Galaxy will undoubtedly agree."

"If I refuse to act, I’ll be sued, saddled with enormous debts, and possibly imprisoned."

Lan Yening knew she was telling the truth. He himself had signed a selling contract with Zhang Shuya.

The most tragic thing was that such a contract was legally binding.

"I can only go back and gamble on it. After all, I’m still his white moonlight."

"Damn it, I’ve figured it out—I don’t want to die, so I’ll destroy him instead."

Li Jiaqi clenched her fists, her beautiful face contorted into a terrifying sneer.

"Xiao Ning, do you want me?"

"Jiaqi, you—!"

"You think I’m dirty!"

"No, I don’t have the right to think that. We share the same fate—it’s just your injuries."

Lan Yening shook his head as he looked at the bruises and pale complexion.

In truth, Lan Yening didn’t care who Li Jiaqi had been with.

If being touched meant filth, then his body was far dirtier than hers.

It was only now that he realized his feelings for Li Jiaqi seemed to be a love born from shared suffering.

This love was different from his feelings for Ye Yuwei, though he knew Jiaqi was Yuwei’s closest friend.

Li Jiaqi sat up, softly seized Lan Yening’s hand. "Xiao Ning, love me! I need you."

Her choked voice trembled as her wounded body shivered even more in the barren room.

Hot, bitter tears poured down her face.

She leaned slightly forward, gazing into those autumn-lake deep eyes.

Gradually, their lips touched, Lan Yening’s cold lips savoring the bitterness of her tears.

Li Jiaqi, however, felt a hint of sweetness mixed in. Her lashes fluttered gently as her eyes slowly closed.

At this moment, she experienced something unlike anything before, an inexplicable wonder.

Yet for Lan Yening, it was as if he saw her face transform into that of the person he missed most.

Boom!

Outside the window, lightning tore through the sky with relentless fury.

Dr. Bai, who had already left, stood in the pouring rain, gazing skyward, a sinister grin curling her lips like a blood-drinking owl reveling in triumph.