Running Away with the Billionaires Baby

"Pain..."

A wave of intense pain radiated through her body, forcing Jocelyn Jiang to open her eyes.

Before her were ancient bed frames, triangular beam roofs, and coarse woolen bedding.

Where... was she?

For a moment, there was a brief emptiness in Jocelyns mind.

She had been the number one assassin of a 21st-century special agent organization, specializing in medical and poison arts, feared throughout the industry. She clearly remembered being ambushed by a rival organization during a mission, taking three bullets to save her mentor, and dying.

Before she could ponder further, the pain returned, and her vision darkening, she managed to prop herself up and look down at her stomach. Even lying flat, it rose high, the source of the pain.

A tumor? A strange disease? Ascites?

This fucking seemed like pregnancy!

The pain radiated from her stomach, pressing against her skull. Next to the wooden bed was a grid window, and outside, the night was deep, making it impossible to discern the time or direction.

"Is anyone there?"

The voice that came out was a weak one, tinged with a youthful clarity.

There wasnt even a dogs bark to respond to her outside.

After a strong contraction, the pain subsided slightly, and Jocelyn, supporting her massive stomach, managed to sit up a bit. At that moment, the door next to her suddenly opened, bringing in the cold wind outside, and a figure silently entered.

A heavy scent of blood.

The door was closed precisely and quietly.

"Do not make a sound."

The voice carried a chill and the smell of blood, cold and authoritative, belonging to a man.

Jocelyn held her stomach, squinting to see that the mans feet had already pooled a small amount of blood, making the scent even stronger in the confined space.

The man quickly approached, and by the flickering candlelight beside the bed, he seemed taken aback when he saw Jocelyns stomach.

Outside, the noise gradually increased, with many hurried footsteps and knocking sounds, as if searching house by house.

"Prince Wise has ordered, a fugitive from the Imperial Court is on the run, those who report will be generously rewarded, those who harbor will be killed without exception!! The criminal has severe injuries on their waist..." Along with these orders were the sounds of rummaging and pleading.

Before Jocelyn could react, a cold knife was already against her carotid artery; any movement would slit her throat.

"Do not scream, or you die now."

Having experienced many bloody storms and life-threatening situations in her previous life, Jocelyns reflexes were still sharp. The man before her, despite bleeding, held the knife with unwavering precision, not something her current body could counter. Regardless, survival was the priority.

"Ill help you hide, and you can escape in the chaos later!"

She lifted the coarse blanket, forcing herself to calm down, supporting her heavily dropping stomach to get off the bed, intending to move to the wall-attached wardrobe in the room.

The mans focus was intense, the blade always against her neck, neither advancing nor retreating.

The room was so simple; there was no place to hide, and the sounds of the search outside grew closer.

Jocelyn frowned, her face pale from pain and fear, as she touched the carved cabinet door, took a deep breath, and thought that since she was pregnant, this house must belong to a man, and finding a set of mens clothes wouldnt be difficult.

However, after rummaging through the cabinet almost to the bottom, she couldnt find any clothes that seemed to fit a taller person.

"This one."

The man quickly understood Jocelyns intention, pointing to a blue outer shirt at the bottom of the cabinet, already pulling it out with his other hand.

It seemed feasible.

Jocelyn was sweating profusely, her wet hair clinging to her ears as if drenched by a heavy rain, the pain spreading through her body forcing her to lean against the cabinet door to stand, the man assuming her current state offered no resistance, he put down the dagger and began undressing in front of Jocelyn.

By the candlelight on the table, Jocelyn got a rough view of the mans facial features, but she was too weak to care about his appearance, her gaze dropping to his waist, where a large horizontal wound was seeping blood.

This wouldnt do; the bleeding was too severe to hide.

Jocelyns gaze fell on the dagger by the mans side.

"Give me the knife." She gritted her teeth, braving the layer upon layer of pain in her stomach, reaching out towards the man.

The mans gaze shifted from Jocelyns hand to her face.

Before him was a woman dressed like a country villager, thin and pale, yet possessing a pair of eyes like blue-black gems, shining brightly in the dim light.

A young and seemingly naive woman, facing such a situation, showed little fear.

"You wont be able to hide this wound," Jocelyn whispered, explaining as she sat on an unstable bench by the table, picked up the dagger, and began to roast it in the candles flame, the conditions were poor, and this was the best she could do.

The footsteps outside grew closer, and the atmosphere inside the room was eerily quiet.

"Hold on," she said, as the blade quickly turned red and scorching from the heat. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she pressed it against the mans long, thin wound without hesitation.

The sizzling sound accompanied by a strange and disgusting smell of burnt flesh, the wound sealed rapidly under the irons heat, the blood instantly stopped, leaving a long burn mark.

"Do you know medical skills?" The man frowned but seemed to feel no pain.

The soldiers outside were swift, and through the wall, the sounds of ceramics shattering in the neighbors house could be heard, followed by footsteps heading towards their courtyard.

Jocelyns contractions were intense; she couldnt care about the man beside her. She had a strong premonition that she was about to give birth.

She cut a strip of cloth from her clothes and handed it to the man. When the man had held a knife to her throat, she had been forced into an alliance with him, and if the soldiers recognized him, she would not survive either.

Jocelyn didnt want to die within an hour of her.

Dropping the knife, disregarding the man, she crawled back to the bed, starting to tear at her clothing.

The mans eyes darkened, and with a swift motion of his blade, he cut his long hair and tied it up.

Jocelyn had no time to look at the man again because her water had broken!

As an agent and medical expert in her previous life, Jocelyn had no experience in delivering babies, let alone self-delivering.

Everything had to be done by half-guessing; she removed her undergarments, pulled the blanket behind her for support, and took deep breaths, relying on instinct to give birth.

"Everyone inside, listen, Prince Wise is capturing the fugitive from the Imperial Court, and those who harbor will be killed without exception!"

In the chaos, Jocelyn heard footsteps approaching and the sound of weapons clashing against the wooden fence, signaling that the men had arrived at their door.

Desperate, she cried out to the man next to her, "Husband! Is the midwife here? Im about to give birth... ah..."

Her cry was convincing, half of it genuine from the pain, as she wondered what bad karma from her past life had led her to into a pregnant woman and endure such childbirth.

The man came over, took Jocelyns hand, and shouted, "Wife, hold on, Ive sent for her, let me see where the midwife is..."

With that, he rushed out. As the door opened, he saw seven or eight large men with swords and knives standing outside.