If she hadn't mentioned anything to Mo Junhao, how could Mo Junhao have easily agreed to raise several hundred million to go to arc.

Looking worriedly at Han Zhiqing's seemingly calm profile, she ultimately did not ask any further questions.

There was no point in asking Han Zhiqing about what she didn't want to say.

Finally, she just said: "Are you tired? Go back to the room and take a rest."

"good."

Not wanting to say anything more, she put down the car keys in her hand and went directly back to the room.

Lying down on the bed, it felt like all the strength in my body had been taken away from me, and I didn't want to move at all.

Closing his eyes, his mind was filled with Mo Junhao's sinister eyes and cruel words.

Love (harmony) woman... Love (harmony) woman...

Just these two words could easily and cruelly tear her heart into pieces.

Her hand gently touched her slightly bulging belly, where a little life of about three months had been conceived, her and his child.

Could it be that from now on, this child's identity can only be...an illegitimate son born between Mo Junhao and his (harmonious) lover?

Will he live his life bearing the title of an illegitimate son?

Thinking of this, she suddenly sat up from the bed in fright.

"Mo Junhao, no, you can't let him become an illegitimate child... You can't..."

She sat on the bed in an inexplicable panic and cried helplessly.

"It can't be done, it can't be done..."

Panic tears welled up from her eyes.

He saw her running down from the bed in panic, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed Mo Junhao's number in a hurry.

She wanted to tell him that it was his child and that he could not become an illegitimate child, the illegitimate child between him and his lover (harmony)!!!

After Han Zhiqing left the DKS building, Mo Junhao's heart had been occupied by pain.

Seeing her agreeing to be his mistress without dignity, the helplessness in her eyes still hurt his heart.

He was humiliating him, but rather, he was torturing himself, punishing himself, punishing himself for not falling in love with such a woman who was not worthy of his efforts at all.

The cell phone placed on his desk suddenly rang, making his heart tighten inexplicably.

His awe-inspiring gaze was cast lightly on the screen with mobile phone numbers jumping around. It was that familiar and heartbreaking number. At this time, it could still easily move his heart.

Quietly looking at the string of numbers that kept jumping on it, he wanted to pick it up, but didn't want to, so he just looked at it quietly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that he always thought she would hang up the next second, but it still rang.

Suddenly, I saw him sitting up from the office, quickly picked up the mobile phone on the table, and answered it, "Hello?"

"Mo Junhao, I...I..."

On the other end of the phone, Han Zhiqing's voice was a little panicked. She just held the phone and was anxious to say something to him, but she just said "I" for a long time and couldn't say a word.

But the more this happened, the easier it was for Mo Junhao's heart to be pulled together by her.

"What's wrong?"

The originally cold voice softened subconsciously, and his blue eyes shone with unconcealable nervousness and worry.

"I don't want to be a lover (harmony), I don't want to be your mistress!"

On the other end of the phone, Han Zhiqing shouted to Mo Junhao on the other end of the phone with a trembling tone.

When Mo Junhao, who originally looked uneasy, heard Han Zhiqing's words, his heart suddenly sank.

The originally nervous eyes were instantly replaced by a sinister look: "You dare to go back on your word?"

His voice suddenly became colder, but there was a loss in his eyes that was not easily noticed by others, "Han Zhiqing, from this moment on, please make it clear to me that you have no right to regret anything in front of me!"

After saying these words, he hung up the phone, not wanting to hear Han Zhiqing's regretful words again.

Rather than saying that he didn't want to talk to her, it was more that he was afraid that she would really go back on the deal between them.

Even if it was just a transaction, he just wanted her to stay by his side, and he kept her by his side in such a way that hurt both others and himself.

"No, I don't want..."

Han Zhiqing sat slumped on the bed, looking at the phone that had been hung up. Hot tears fell on the phone screen, blurring the name on it.

"I don't want it, Mo Junhao, I don't want it..."

She curled up on the bed, clasping her knees with her hands, murmuring helplessly, her tears soaking the sheets.

It wasn't until she was tired from crying that she fell down on the bed from exhaustion, with her eyes closed tightly and her brows still furrowed in pain.

"Mo Junhao, he is your child, your child..."

In her sleep, she helplessly clutched her slightly protruding lower abdomen and shook her head in pain, shouting the same words over and over again.

"Zhiqing? Zhiqing? Wake up, Zhiqing?"

A soft voice came from her ears, with a hint of worry, which woke her up from her sleep.

The coolness from crying still remained in the corners of her eyes. She opened her eyes drowsily, and what came into view was Qin Lian's beautiful yet worried face.

"mom."

Her voice was hoarse with exhaustion as she feebly climbed up from the bed.

"Having a nightmare?"

"fine."

She shook her head feebly and buried the pain in her heart deeply.

Slowly looking out the window, she realized that she had been sleeping for a whole day since she came back from DKS.

By this time, the sky had darkened, and the city lights began to gradually light up.

She avoided Qin Lian's scrutinizing gaze, and her voice was still hoarse: "It's already so late."

"Well, you've been sleeping all day, now get up and go eat."

"OK."

Obediently, she got off the bed and walked to the living room, where she saw that Qin Lian had already prepared dinner.

"Where's Xingyan?"

"He has to meet some clients tonight and won't come back to eat. Let's eat."

"good."

She had just sat down at the dining table when her cell phone suddenly rang.

Her eyes subconsciously turned to the screen of her mobile phone. The words "Mo Junhao" jumped on it, which frightened her to stand up suddenly from the table.

Quickly taking the phone, she picked it up with trembling hands, "Hello..."

"Come to me immediately!"

Mo Junhao's cold voice came from the other end of the phone with a somewhat irresistible tone.

Han Zhiqing's heart trembled slightly again, her eyes turned to the darkening sky, and she asked softly: "It's so late, do you have anything to do with me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little weird. After Han Zhiqing asked this question, she sneered with a bit of coolness:

"Han Zhiqing, don't you still think you have the qualifications to ask questions in front of me?"

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly turned cold: "I think I need to remind you that the first condition of being a mistress is to do your duty as a mistress and do what I want you to do.

When answering your questions, don’t ask too many questions.”

Han Zhiqing's heart tightened because he reminded her again and again of her status as a lover (harmony).

Biting her lower lip, she nodded gently to Mo Junhao on the other end of the phone, "Yes, I understand."

"Come here right now. I'll only give you half an hour. I won't see you after half an hour. It's up to you!"

After saying these words, the phone was hung up.

Han Zhiqing was stunned for a while when she heard the busy signal from her phone again.

"Zhiqing?"

Qin Lian's voice brought Han Zhiqing out of her daze. She glanced at the time on her phone and saw that it was half an hour, which was exactly the time to arrive at his house.

His calculations were so accurate that he didn't let her lose even a moment.

She stood up from the dining table, picked up the car keys from the coffee table, and rushed out of the room before she had time to explain anything to Qin Lianduo.

"Zhiqing! Zhiqing!"

Qin Lian frowned, looking at Han Zhiqing's quickly leaving figure, a trace of worry slipped through her eyes.

"I don't know what Mo Junhao will do to her again."

Driving out of the villa, Han Zhiqing didn't dare to stop for a moment, and drove all the way to the Mo family's mansion.
To be continued...