13. Childbirth

“What are you going to do?” Jiang Pan asked in return.

“Finish the mission and go home for a date,” Chi You replied with a sideways glance, her tone tinged with impatience.

“You’re always thinking about dates,” Jiang Pan laughed. “You think about dating every day.”

Chi You snapped back, “Someone as crazy as you could never understand the thoughts of ordinary people like me.”

Jiang Pan was too lazy to argue and charged ahead, wielding his shotgun.

The other three behind him had no choice but to follow and join the fight.

Chi You watched them battle—four against one. An He still dodged effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat.

It felt like she was teasing them.

How could An He take the medicine with that attitude?

As Chi You grew anxious, An He spoke up: “Are you just going to stand there and watch them all die here?”

“Or do you want to be the last one dead?”

Faced with An He’s question, Chi You suddenly thought of a plan.

She retrieved the kitchen knife and charged in.

Seeing Chi You rushing toward her, An He was thrilled.

With a wave of her hand, the four men were thrown aside.

Only Chi You kept advancing. How could An He miss the chance to kill her?

She raised her hand, revealing her long black nails.

Chi You clicked her tongue, thinking how painful it would be to be stabbed in the stomach twice, picturing her poor abdomen and internal organs.

Jiang Pan got up from the ground, his clothes filthy.

Watching her recklessly charge forward without regard for her life, Jiang Pan took it all in.

“So desperate, huh?” Jiang Pan shook his head at her reckless determination to finish the mission.

Chi You rushed forward, and at the moment of contact, An He stabbed her through.

Blood spilled everywhere, and An He couldn’t help but laugh triumphantly.

Just as she was reveling in her victory, Chi You, struggling not to faint, pulled abortion pills from her pocket and forced them into An He’s mouth.

She stuffed over a dozen pills inside while An He laughed with her head thrown back.

Among so many pills, one or two must have slipped down her throat.

The laughter abruptly stopped. An He spat out the pills, clutching her throat in furious disbelief.

“What did you give me?”

Shouting, she swung her hand hard and flung Chi You aside.

With a gaping wound in her abdomen and thrown heavily, Chi You’s face grew even paler.

Jiang Pan rushed over, laid her flat, and pulled out some special medicine from her pocket, pushing a few pills into Chi You’s mouth.

Only after swallowing the medicine did Chi You exhale in relief—thankfully, there was enough antidote.

Otherwise, her plan would have been doomed.

“Impressive,” Jiang Pan gave her a thumbs-up. “You’d even risk your life for your idol.”

Heh...

In truth, the desire to become beautiful also fueled her relentless effort.

The abortion pills took effect, and An He suddenly felt intense stomach pain.

She collapsed, clutching her swollen belly. “What did you feed me? Why does my stomach hurt?”

Her baby hadn’t even been born yet—why the sudden pain?

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