Volume One, Chapter Seven: Buddy, Your Hand’s Like Iron! Doesn’t It Hurt?

He Kun thought he had misheard. "Repeat what you just said."

His expression was grim, and his tone carried a sharp, threatening edge. Meng Yuan sat on the bed, her right hand hidden beneath the quilt trembling slightly.

"I said I am pregnant with your child. If you don't want your child to die, let us leave safely."

"How can you prove the child in your womb is mine?"

"You can go to the hospital... no, I'm due at the end of the month. You can come find me then."

"Hah! You female, to think you’d dare play clever with me. If the child isn't mine and I let you go, what will I do if I can't find you at the end of the month? Who do you think you’re fooling?" He Kun, having no patience for further nonsense, pulled the gun from his waist and aimed it at her.

What now! Meng Yuan’s mind raced at lightning speed.

"Wait, there are medical report records in the living room. You can check them. They are from the Imperial First Hospital; they are authoritative and cannot be forged." The nanny suddenly interjected, and her words proved incredibly useful.

"Go fetch them."

"Yes." Alike struck the nanny unconscious with a backhand blow before turning to the living room, where he transmitted the data to his phone.

Upon seeing the medical records, He Kun stood frozen in place, unable to collect his thoughts for a long time, until Alike called out to him.

"Young Master, are you alright?"

He Kun finally snapped back to reality. He handed over the phone. "Throw this woman out."

"Yes." Alike moved to toss the nanny out of the flying car.

"Wait!" Meng Yuan hurriedly stopped him. "If she dies, I will kill your child too."

"What exactly do you want?" He Kun felt a surge of rage; he had never encountered such a troublesome woman before.

"I said it already: ensure both our safety."

Suppressing his anger, he asked, "Are you sure that’s all?"

"I am sure." Meng Yuan was incredibly tense. Would he agree to her terms?

"Fine, I can guarantee this woman's safety." With that, He Kun left the bedroom, followed by Alike.

The hovering flying car started moving again. Meng Yuan, unable to worry about anything else, scrambled out of bed to shake the nanny awake.

"Hmm? Miss?" The nanny suddenly recalled what had happened before she lost consciousness, her body tensing reflexively. "Miss, did they do anything to you?"

"I'm fine. You must keep today's events a secret. Do not mention them to anyone, do you hear me?" Meng Yuan’s tone carried a hint of threat.

"Rest assured, Miss. I have served you for a long time, and you have always been very kind to your servants—you never strike or scold us. Just now, you were even willing to risk your unborn child to save me. You are a good mistress."

The nanny’s words eased Meng Yuan’s guard. She recalled the nanny mentioning she had been transferred from the main family estate; she had likely encountered terrible masters within the Volzan family before. Perhaps this was a good way to win her loyalty.

"Are you familiar with this area? Take a look and see where the flying car is headed."

The nanny stood by the window, her expression solemn. "Miss, I have been to the city center a few times, but I only know those routes. This is not a place I recognize; we have likely moved far away from the city."

"What? How could he dare? Where is he taking us?"

"Miss, members of the Rebel Alliance have frequently been coming to our Empire to harm the public. Based on his earlier remarks about hiring people to assassinate you—and the fact that the people caught last time were from the Rebel Alliance—they must be in league with each other."

The nanny’s reasoning was clear and she remained calm under pressure—something even Meng Yuan couldn't manage. She truly was worthy of being from the Volzan family.

"You are much calmer than I am. Think, what should we do now?"

The nanny looked around. The door was gone, and any loud talking could be heard by the man in the living room, so she moved with extreme caution.

(He Kun: You think I don't have the mental strength to hear you?)

The nanny searched every communication device in the bedroom, but all signals were blocked. She sighed helplessly. "Miss, I fear we are at his mercy this time."

Meng Yuan was anxious. She had no feelings for this man. What if he was taking her to his territory, only to dispose of her once the child was born? She didn't want to die!

"What do I do? What do I do?" She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

Suddenly, a small object fell from her collar.

"Miss, this is..." The nanny picked it up, puzzled. A flicker of surprise crossed her face when she realized what it was, but then she remembered the signal was blocked; no matter how many phones they had, it would be useless. "Miss, it's your phone."

Meng Yuan stared at the phone, wanting to try sending a message. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, she had to seize it.

On the day the phone had arrived, Lanke had already saved his and his brother's contact information in her address book. She chose to send a text message.

"Laist, this is Meng Yuan. Can you receive my message?"

!!!

The moment she saw the message had been sent, Meng Yuan nearly cried with joy. She quickly showed the screen to the nanny, pointing at the sent message.

The nanny was also delighted, but suddenly remembered that the man could use his mental powers to hear what they were saying. She immediately quieted down and thought of a plan.

With their roles clearly divided, Meng Yuan put on her shoes, walked out, and opened the refrigerator to grab a drink.

She glanced at the man and saw he was watching her as well. To avoid looking too deliberate, she asked generously, "Would you like one too?"

He Kun let out a cold snort, then focused back on his phone, where his subordinates were reporting the situation.

Meng Yuan didn't understand what he meant—did he want it or not? In the end, she placed a bottle of wine in front of him and sat directly opposite him.

He swept his gaze over the wine. "Heh, are you planning to get me drunk and then run away?"

"No, you're overthinking it. I just thought you might like to drink."

"Oh? And why do you think that?" He set his phone aside and looked at her with interest, attempting to glean other information from her face.

"The communication functions on the flying car have all been blocked, the robots are disabled, and the refrigerator only contains wine and tea. You... don't strike me as the type to drink tea."

He Kun let out a silent laugh. "Your observation... is quite sharp." He then picked up the bottle and popped the cap with his bare hand.

Meng Yuan was shocked. *Dude, are your hands made of iron? Doesn't that hurt?*

"Tsk, tsk. The Volzan family really has fallen if they serve swill like this." He tossed the bottle aside in disgust.

"Be glad you have something to drink at all, you’re being picky," she muttered to herself.

"What are you mumbling about?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to ask, where are we going?"

He Kun looked at her with an intrigued expression. "To my home, of course. You went through all that trouble to get pregnant with my child—wasn't it for the sake of my status?"