Pregnant with the Billionaire's Genius Twins

The wedding room was decorated in festive red, but the air inside was cold enough to freeze blood. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the night view of the Imperial Capital was dazzling, a testament to the immense power and wealth of the man standing before me. But inside, there was only suffocation. Ji Hancheng stood by the window, his back to me. He had just come out of the shower. A white bathrobe hung loosely over his tall, muscular frame, water droplets sliding down his neck, tracing the sharp line of his spine before disappearing into the fabric. He was undeniably handsome—a face carved by the gods, with eyes deep enough to drown in. But those eyes, when they looked at me, held no warmth. Only undisguised disgust. "Sign it." He didn't turn around. He simply tossed a document onto the coffee table. The papers hit the marble surface with a sharp thud, sliding to a stop right in front of my feet. I didn't need to look to know what it was. I sat on the edge of the large red bed, my hands resting in my lap. I was still wearing the red dress I had worn for the tea ceremony. It felt ridiculous now, like a costume for a clown in a tragedy. I reached out and picked up the document. The bold black title stung my eyes: Post-Nuptial Agreement. "Grandpa’s condition is critical. I married you only to fulfill his dying wish," Hancheng’s voice was low and magnetic, a voice that could charm millions, but his tone was laced with ice. He finally turned, his gaze sweeping over me like a scanner looking for flaws. "Don't think that just because you have the title of 'Mrs. Ji', you are actually my wife. To me, you are nothing more than a pill I had to swallow to keep the old man alive." His words were sharp, designed to draw blood. He expected me to cry, to tremble, or perhaps to feign innocence like the gold diggers he was used to dealing with. But he didn't know me. Not really. I am Tang Junyao. Before I was forced into this marriage by the debt of gratitude my family owed his grandfather, I was the youngest chief surgeon in the cardiothoracic department. I have held beating hearts in my hands. I have seen life drain from eyes in seconds. Compared to death, a man's arrogance is nothing. I flipped through the agreement. It was simple, brutal, and efficient. Just like Ji Hancheng's business style. Clause 1: The marriage is temporary. Upon the passing of Elder Ji, the divorce procedures will commence immediately. Clause 2: The female party shall not interfere with the male party’s private life. Clause 3: Upon divorce, the female party will leave with nothing. No alimony. No property. He was guarding against me as if I were a thief eyeing his empire. "Is there a problem?" Hancheng walked over, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow over me. The scent of his body wash—cold mint and expensive tobacco—invaded my senses. It was a smell that made my stomach churn, triggering a memory I had been trying desperately to suppress. "No problem," I said calmly. My voice was steady, surprising even myself. I didn't look at him. I picked up the pen lying on the table. "You don't want to negotiate?" Hancheng scoffed, a mockery curling his lips. "I thought women like you would at least try to squeeze a few million out of me as a breakup fee. Or are you planning to play the long game? Trying to get pregnant with my child to secure your position?" My hand froze for a fraction of a second. The tip of the pen pressed hard into the paper, leaving a small ink blot. Pregnant. The word exploded in my mind like a silent bomb. Subconsciously, my left hand moved to hover over my flat abdomen. Under the red silk of my dress, there was a secret. A secret that could shatter the composure of the arrogant man standing in front of me. He didn't know. He couldn't know. Two months ago. The heavy rain. A hotel room. A man who had been drugged by business rivals and stumbled into the wrong room. A woman who couldn't push him away. That night was a blurred nightmare of heat and pain. I didn't see his face clearly in the dark, and he certainly didn't remember me. I had fled before dawn, terrified and ashamed. I took the emergency contraceptive pill immediately. I thought I was safe. But fate is a cruel comedian. Who knew that the packet of pills in my drawer had expired three days prior? Who knew that the stranger from that night was actually my fiancé, the man I was destined to marry—Ji Hancheng? And who knew that this morning, the two red lines on the pregnancy test would mock my entire existence? "Mr. Ji, you have an overactive imagination," I suppressed the nausea rising in my throat and looked up at him. My eyes were clear, devoid of the greed or adoration he expected. "I have no interest in your money, and even less interest in bearing your children." Hancheng narrowed his eyes. He seemed annoyed by my calmness. It disrupted his control. "Words are cheap, Tang Junyao. Your actions speak louder. You used Grandpa's illness to force this marriage," he stepped closer, his presence predatory. He leaned down, his face inches from mine. "Let me warn you. Don't play tricks. If you dare to cross the line, I will make you regret ever stepping foot into the Ji family." I didn't flinch. I treated his threat like the erratic heartbeat of a patient—something to be monitored, not feared. "Pen," I said simply. "What?" "The ink is dry. I need a working pen to sign my own execution order, don't I?" I offered a faint, sarcastic smile. Hancheng stared at me for a long moment, his brow furrowed. He seemed to be trying to find a crack in my mask. Finding none, he pulled a gold fountain pen from his suit jacket thrown on the chair and handed it to me. I took it. Swish, swish, swish. I signed my name with a flourish. Tang Junyao. The signature was bold and sharp, just like the way I used a scalpel. I closed the folder and pushed it back to him. "Done. Two years, or until Grandpa passes away. Then we divorce. I won't take a penny from the Ji family." I stood up, smoothing the wrinkles on my dress. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm tired. I assume I can sleep in the guest room?" Hancheng stood there, holding the document. For the first time tonight, he looked stunned. He had prepared for a battle, for tears, for negotiation. He hadn't prepared for total surrender. "The guest room is down the hall to the left," he said stiffly. "Thank you." I walked past him without a backward glance. I kept my back straight, my chin up. I walked with the dignity of a queen leaving a throne she never wanted. But the moment I closed the heavy oak door of the guest room and locked it, my strength collapsed. I leaned against the door, sliding down until I hit the cold floor. My hand clutched my stomach tightly. "Baby..." I whispered into the silence, tears finally stinging my eyes. "I'm sorry. Daddy doesn't want us." Hancheng thought I was a schemer. He thought I was trash. He didn't know that the "heir" he so arrogantly claimed I wanted to use to trap him was already growing inside me. And he would never know. I pulled the crumpled pregnancy test report from my hidden pocket. I stared at it one last time, then tore it into tiny pieces. Flush. I watched the paper scraps swirl down the toilet bowl, taking my secret with them. I would give birth to this child. But not as the heir of the Ji family. Not as a tool for bargaining. I would raise this baby myself. And when the day of the divorce came, I would run. I would run so far that Ji Hancheng, the billionaire king of the capital, would never find us. Little did I know, as I washed my face with cold water to calm the redness in my eyes, that downstairs, Hancheng was making a phone call. "Check her background again," Hancheng stood in the shadows of the living room, holding the signed agreement. "Tang Junyao. Something isn't right. She signed too quickly." "Yes, Mr. Ji. What specifically should we look for?" Hancheng looked up at the closed door of the guest room. He recalled the moment he approached her earlier. Under the scent of her perfume, he had caught a faint, distinctive smell. Disinfectant. And... something else. A scent that triggered a vague, hazy memory of a rainy night two months ago. "Check everything," Hancheng commanded, his eyes darkening. "And find out where she was on the night of August 15th."