"The Forced Bond" (Yizhan) Mpreg.

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Dr. Kuo wanted to speak with him, but it wasn’t possible, especially when Sen Nan’s car was parked nearby, confirming his presence. He knew Sen might even be observing them from his office above. Dr. Kuo himself didn’t want to endure Sen’s blatant rudeness in public. His patience with Sen was already stretched thin, knowing full well that Sen didn’t deserve Zhan in any way. It was pure luck that Sen had managed to be with him, and Dr. Kuo couldn’t shake the feeling that, deep down, he believed that maybe...he was fortunate to have him, even if he wouldn’t admit it openly.

Stepping outside, Dr. Kuo walked over to open the door for Zhan, but he opened it himself and stepped out, a faint smile on his face as he said, “Thank you, Dr.”

Dr. Kuo gave a slight nod, his gaze calm. “Take care,” he replied before turning to his car, starting it, and driving away. He entered Wang’s building, where Sarah was already waiting. She hadn’t gone up yet but was in the reception area, nervous about facing Sen alone. She knew how mercilessly he could humiliate others, and no matter how much patience or restraint one showed, Sen had a way of provoking anger.

Sarah admired Zhan's resilience and strength, managing to endure Sen’s behavior without breaking down, that is why she struggled to maintain her own composure.

The staff greeted Zhan politely as he walked past them, exchanging pleasantries. Sarah, walking beside him, whispered, “Chairman Sen arrived early this morning. He’s been in the office for hours.”

Once they reached his office, he placed his laptop bag on the desk, then turned to Sarah with a serious expression. “From today onward, I don’t want to hear anything about Sen while at work. His comings and goings are none of my concern. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Sarah replied, standing straight.

Just as he was about to sit down, the door opened, and someone walked in. Sarah glanced over, saw who it was, and quickly stepped aside. “Good morning, Chairman,” she greeted.

Sen didn’t acknowledge her, striding over to sit on the sofa in the office. Sarah quietly placed a file on the desk and left.

Even as Sen sat there, Zhan didn’t turn around. His attention was on some documents in his hands, but the faint, pleasant scent in the room, combined with the chill from the AC, only irritated Sen further.

He looked at Zhan, his gaze lingering on his calm and graceful face. Slowly standing up, Sen walked closer until he stood right in front of him. “Why is it always Dr. Kuo who drives you to work?” he asked sharply.

Zhan looked up briefly, closed the documents in his hands, and set them aside before sitting back down. Taking his phone from his pocket, he replied evenly, “He was checking on Bei, and he gave me a ride back.”

Sen closed his eyes briefly, trying to suppress his growing anger. “Every day, it’s him checking on her, or her needing him to check. Or is this just an excuse for him to keep being around you? Am I supposed to just sit by and watch this nonsense?” His voice rose, betraying the frustration he was trying to contain.

This time, Zhan looked at Sen for a full two minutes, trying to gauge his state of mind. His words had stung, suggesting an insult to both him and Bei.

Deciding to respond, he averted his gaze and said firmly, “It’s best if you keep your unfounded accusations to me only.”

Sen, clearly not satisfied, snapped, “Your connection with that doctor is beyond infuriating! You’ve made it a habit to sit in his car, haven’t you? Well, since you’ve decided that anyone’s car will do, maybe it’s time you choose between him or me. I refuse to tolerate this any longer, especially now that we're going to marry!”