Qiao An'an took the president's private elevator to the CEO's Office on the 39th floor.

Gu Ting's office exuded a minimalist charm, with a predominant color scheme of black, white, and grey. Qiao An'an settled herself into the plush reception area, directly facing Gu Ting's desk. The supple grey leather sofa enveloped her comfortably, leaving behind elegantly arranged creases.

Qiao An'an silently assessed Gu Ting's office, noting the lack of embellishments. The overall decor was minimalistic, with the only splashes of color likely derived from an oil painting adorning the wall behind his desk.

In this oil painting, there was a blooming pink rose. The brambles had sharp thorns on them and were stuck alone on the muddy ground.

Speaking of painting, it was quite peculiar. When people depicted flowers, the majority of them chose to depict multiple flowers. While the many flowers in the paintings were glorious and colorful, it was rare to find a painting that depicted just one rose.

Gu Ting dismissed his subordinates, leaving only Qiao An'an and himself in the office. He poured a glass of milk for her and inquired, "Is milk suitable for you?"

Qiao An'an nodded, thanked Gu Ting, and held the glass in her hand.

The glass cup filled with steaming hot milk emitted a comforting warmth. Qiao An'an took a sip and placed the cup back on the coffee table.

She took out a folded prenatal examination report from her pocket, opened it neatly, pushed it in front of Gu Ting, cutting straight to the chase.

"I'm pregnant. The report says I'm a month pregnant. Extrapolating the time, I got pregnant that night at the Four Seasons Hotel. I've only had sex with you, and this is your baby."

Gu Ting gingerly grasped the report, gently flattening the creased corners with his delicate fingers. His gaze lingered on the mention of "Qiao An'an," and an extended silence ensued.

For some reason, Qiao An'an felt her heart racing, as if she was anxious about submitting the papers to the teacher for evaluation. She was a very strict person, so she added, "Certainly, you may consider obtaining a paternity test if you have doubts about the child being yours. The test can be conducted using my peripheral blood or through amniocentesis during pregnancy. To guarantee accurate results, you can do both, and I'll fully cooperate."

"No need."

Gu Ting carefully tucked the report into his shirt pocket, treating it as if it were a valuable treasure.

"I believe it's my child."

How could he readily accept it?

Qiao An'an never expected Gu Ting to trust her so easily. He was a very wealthy figure in the younger generation. There were numerous women who wanted to marry him.

Wasn't he concerned about the possibility of her using the claim of being pregnant with his child to extort him? Did Gu Ting really not mind being extorted?

Upon considering this, Qiao An'an couldn't resist inquiring, "Do you not entertain the notion that I may be present with intentions to extort from you?"

Gu Ting chuckled, "Miss Qiao, rest assured, I am not foolish. Naturally, I would not engage in any actions that could harm myself or others. That night, I had a feeling that my adversaries had drugged me. If it weren't for you appearing, I would have faced difficulties. Therefore, you are not just the mother of my child, but also my benefactor."

As soon as Gu Ting finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Qiao An'an with burning eyes, "I will repay you."

"How do you manage to identify me? I assume you couldn't recall my face from the night when you were under the influence of drugs, right?"

"Miss Qiao, although I didn't get a good look at your face, I do remember that you have a small pink birthmark on the inside of your wrist. Just now, when we were downstairs, I grabbed your wrist out of the blue, also to make sure that you were the person from that night."

Subconsciously, Qiao An'an looked at her wrist.

She had a delicate pale pink birthmark resembling a flower on the inner side of her left wrist.

Coincidentally, Qiao An'an bore a mark as she embarked on her journey into the book; however, it was not a birthmark but rather a scar from a childhood injury.

Gu Ting abruptly posed an inexplicable query, "The birthmark on your hand bears resemblance to a flower. What kind of flower is this?"