Chapter 12: It would be good if she had a miscarriage_1

She was pregnant now, but an abortion would suffice, there was absolutely no need for her to bear children for Mr. Shangguan.

And even less need for her to have any further entanglements with him.

They, what right did they have to suddenly show up and take her away, without even asking what she wanted?

The deal that day had ended.

They had no need for any further contact.

The child was an accident, an abortion would be just fine.

An Xiaomian got out of bed, did not see her own shoes, and she also noticed that the clothing she wore was a soft silk nightgown, not the cheap, old clothes she had been wearing before.

She had no choice but to put on the soft slippers placed by the bed and walked to the dark red door, which she pushed open.

The moment the door opened, she saw two foreign-looking beautiful women standing at the door, dressed in lovely maid uniforms, smiling at her and asking in standard Chinese, "Miss An, are you awake? Would you like dinner? Please tell me what you fancy, and I'll go straight to the kitchen to have it prepared for you..."

"I want to see your master, Mr. Shangguan," An Xiaomian knew it was Mr. Shangguan who had had her brought here, so now she should meet with Mr. Shangguan and talk things over.

The maid still smiled at her, "The young master has been very busy recently, he didn't say he would come here, so we haven't informed Miss An. Miss An, you have slept for a whole day, for the sake of the baby, you should eat something..."

An Xiaomian saw that the maid was of no help, so she tried asking someone else, "What about the person who came with me when I was brought back? May I see him?"

"You mean Butler Eagle? After he brought you over today, he left, and we don't know where he is at the moment. However, Miss An, if you would eat some dinner, I'll go and see if I can get in touch with Butler Eagle..." The maid still wore a smile.

But the words sounded clearly threatening.

An Xiaomian had no desire to be kept here to nourish a fetus, and had no intention of giving birth to the child. Upon hearing the threat, she retaliated with one of her own, lifting her head and meeting the gaze of the maid who had just spoken with a faint look, "Let me tell you, if your master doesn't see me for one day, I won't eat for one day. If he wants the child, he should find time to meet with me. Otherwise, let's just drag this out together and see who can last to the end."

Having said that, An Xiaomian turned and went back into the room, gently closing the door behind her.

The two foreign maids at the door, after hearing An Xiaomian's words, their expressions changed, showing disbelief in their eyes.

Then the very next second, one of them stayed at the door to continue guarding, while the other hurriedly ran from the luxurious and beautiful upstairs, taking a while before she raced down the spiral staircase to an even more lavish living room below, quickly dialed a number, and reported the situation.

…

An Xiaomian didn't have to wait long; as it got completely dark, at nine in the evening, she heard the sound of a car downstairs; then shortly after, she heard a series of footsteps, heavy and steady, starting up, slowly growing louder until at last, right outside the door of the room she was in, the footsteps stopped, and then, with a "click," the dark red door she had been fixedly staring at was suddenly pushed open with force, with no warning.

A tall figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted against the light from outside, entering into her line of sight.