Chapter 4: Husband, I’m Pregnant with Your Baby

The original Jiang Yaoyao lived in a small apartment in the city.

It was located in a bustling area with convenient transportation.

When the eye-catching Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped downstairs, many residents out for a walk turned to look.

Jiang Yaoyao mustered her courage and politely declined Pei Heng’s offer to walk her up, cutting off any chance of him carrying her again before it even started.

Lifting her dress slightly, she stepped out of the car and hurried forward. But after a few steps, she suddenly stopped, as if sensing something.

She turned back and saw that the car window had been rolled down.

The cold, sharp-featured man was sitting there quietly, his jet-black eyes filled with an unreadable emotion as he gave her a slight nod.

On this chilly autumn night, he wore only a thin silver-gray shirt, his presence exuding an icy solitude, like frost that had never melted for a thousand years—an untouchable loneliness.

At that moment, the tragic yet powerful villain from the novel came to life.

But… he didn’t seem as terrible as the book described.

Jiang Yaoyao hesitated for a moment before running back.

“Mr. Pei…”

Her soft voice trembled in the wind, and her round, almond-shaped eyes curved slightly, shining beautifully.

“Mr. Pei, thank you.”

The man let out a low “Mm,” his sharp gaze resting on her face. “Go home.”

Jiang Yaoyao ran all the way upstairs. Peeking through the curtain, she saw that the black Phantom had already left.

Everything that had happened today felt like a dream.

The sudden heart attack. The unexpected transmigration into a novel.

And then, at the brink of death, she was spared by the villain himself.

As she turned away, the sleeve of the suit she was still wearing brushed against her arm, reminding her that she had forgotten to return Pei Heng’s jacket.

Would she ever get the chance to see him again?

If not, she could always drop it off at his company’s front desk.

But knowing Pei Heng’s personality, he probably wouldn’t want it back. He might even throw it straight into the trash.

Jiang Yaoyao sipped warm water from a cup, taking small, careful sips as she glanced around her tiny apartment.

Maybe it really was too cold today—she sneezed twice.

Her phone, which had been sitting on the table, suddenly vibrated like crazy, as if demanding payment from a debtor.

She had forgotten to block that person earlier at the hotel.

So annoying.

Jiang Yaoyao hung up the call, ready to add the number to her blocklist and get a good night’s sleep.

But Wei Changze refused to give up and sent her a text instead:

[What’s wrong with you? Why aren’t you answering my calls?]

[Did Pei Heng take you home? You’re at your little apartment, right? Wait there—I’m coming over!]

He was like an endlessly persistent pest.

Jiang Yaoyao set down her cup and called him back. “Hello—”

On the other end, Wei Changze forced himself to respond despite his irritation.

What she did today had really displeased him, and his tone was particularly harsh.

“Jiang Yaoyao, stop talking in that fake, cutesy voice!”

Jiang Yaoyao: “…”

She really wanted to curse him out.

“What’s wrong with you today? Didn’t we agree? You were supposed to stab Pei Heng and run!”

“Do you know how long I waited downstairs with those reporters? I promised them a huge scoop today, and you totally bailed on me!”

“Do you even realize how cold it is outside? Do you—”

“I do know how cold it is outside,” Jiang Yaoyao interrupted.

Her soft, sweet voice carried through the phone, “Because I was wearing only a short little dress.”

The original Jiang Yaoyao had been easy to manipulate—she never talked back.

Wei Changze’s face darkened. His tone turned sarcastic.

“Oh, but Pei Heng was so worried about you, wasn’t he? Didn’t he give you a coat?”

The girl’s voice on the other end was crisp and direct. “Mm.”

“Pei Heng is a good person. I misunderstood him before.”

Then, without hesitation, she added, “Wei Changze, don’t call me again. I don’t want to help you anymore.”

Wei Changze was momentarily stunned but quickly snapped back.

“Stop throwing a tantrum, Yaoyao.”

Suppressing his anger, he tried to coax this “fool” into compliance.

“We had a deal today, remember? You just had to stab him once, and I would buy you that designer bag you wanted. I even promised to introduce you to my family. My father has heard about you—he’s been wanting to meet you for a long time…”

“Just had to stab him once?”

Her usually soft voice suddenly sharpened.

“Wei Changze, that’sPei Heng we’re talking about. If I stabbed him, I’d go to jail!”

“He won’t let you go to jail. Haven’t I already assured you?”

Wei Changze frowned tightly, his tone growing impatient.

“Besides, he was the one holding you today, wasn’t he? When has Pei Heng ever had a woman by his side? You’re the first person to get that close to him without being thrown out.”

“I’ve told you this so many times—why don’t you get it?”

If he hadn’t realized this crucial detail, Wei Changze would never have lowered himself to string someone like Jiang Yaoyao along.

But who would have thought that this idiot couldn’t even handle such a simple task?

If she weren’t still useful to him, he would never be speaking to her so humbly right now.

On the other end of the call, Jiang Yaoyao was getting annoyed.

Wei Changze was so naggy, rattling off his calculations like an abacus—his little schemes practically slapping her in the face.

He was insufferable.

Jiang Yaoyao gripped her phone and spoke directly into the receiver, raising her voice:

“Wei Changze, I’ve thought it over—we’re not a good match. Stop bothering me.”

“Let’s cut all ties. Bye-bye!”

“Wei—” Wei Changze’s furious voice had barely squeezed out a syllable before Jiang Yaoyao swiftly ended the call.

Stretching lazily, she was just about to wash up for bed when her phone rang again.

Thinking it was the ever-persistent Wei Changze, she lifted her hand to hang up but paused when she saw the name on the screen.

Quickly, she pressed the green button instead.

“Hello, Sister Xu Lu.”

“Jiang Yaoyao!”

The woman on the other end was clearly irritated, her voice carrying barely suppressed anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you today? I couldn’t reach you at all! Are you shooting this drama or not?”

“The script has already been sent to your phone, and tomorrow’s first scene is marked. Go over it tonight and memorize your lines—don’t slow everyone down. Got it?”

Xu Lu disliked the original Jiang Yaoyao so much that she didn’t bother wasting another word before hanging up.

Jiang Yaoyao didn’t mind at all and opened the script.

In her real life, after her parents remarried, she became an unwanted child. No one guided her career path when she was preparing for university entrance exams.

By chance, she ended up in a film academy. After graduation, naturally, she aimed for an acting career in the entertainment industry.

Who could have guessed that she would suffer a heart attack just before graduating?

Now that she had been given a second chance at life, she was determined to make the most of it.

She wanted to earn enough money to buy herself a cozy home, indulge in good food and fun, and travel the world.

To live life to the fullest.

As she scrolled through the script, her eyes landed on tomorrow’s scene—her pupils suddenly widening.

[Four months pregnant, Liu Wei clutched her belly, crying and begging her husband not to leave. But she had done too many wicked things, and Qin Yang no longer gave her a chance to redeem herself. He turned away without hesitation.

A speeding car roared past and slammed into Liu Wei with a loud “bang.”

With all her sins upon her shoulders, she died full of regret and resentment.]

Jiang Yaoyao: “…”

She transmigrated into a novel only to become cannon fodder.

Now, even in acting, she was still playing a tragic character.

Her entire existence revolved around being cannon fodder.

Sighing, Jiang Yaoyao casually tied up her hair. Loose, silky strands draped over her fair and delicate neck, her shadow against the wall resembling an ink painting.

Without even lifting her head, she grabbed a pen with one hand and propped her chin up with the other, seriously studying the script.

She carefully marked important lines as she read.

The night deepened.

Outside the window, the world was silent, illuminated by scattered lights.

After finishing her notes, Jiang Yaoyao yawned, lazily shuffled into her bedroom, kicked off her shoes, and burrowed into her blanket.

—

Meanwhile, in a European-style mansion bathed in moonlight, the autumn wind rustled, and the trees swayed in the night.

Pei Heng was dreaming again.

But this time, the dream was completely different.

He saw his little fairy, her delicate face pale, dressed in his shirt—just barely covering her long, snowy legs.

Her bare feet pressed against the carpet, her slender ankles looking so fragile, as if they could shatter with the slightest force.

Yet, at the same time, they seemed to be tempting him to hold them in his hand.

She bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with tears, looking at him pitifully. Her soft, clear voice carried a hint of pleading:

“Husband, I’m pregnant with your baby…”

Pei Heng froze.

That soft little hand grabbed his and guided it to her slightly swollen belly.

Through the thin fabric of his shirt, her warmth seeped through.

The sensation was too real. Pei Heng stiffened, afraid to move.

She looked at him with sorrowful eyes, dark lashes wet with unshed tears.

Choking back a sob, she pleaded,

“Please… don’t drive me away, okay?”

Her trembling lips parted, and with four simple words, the usually composed Pei Heng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

“Qin Yang gege…”