Here is the rewritten story in English, following the style of popular romance novels with enhanced emotion, suspense, and dramatic conflict. --- ### **Version 1: Emphasizing the Male Lead's Perspective, Misunderstanding, and Reversal** **01 Whose Child Is It?** "She's six weeks pregnant." The doctor's icy voice was a sharp knife, plunging directly into Patrick Ford's heart, then fiercely twisting. Six weeks? Patrick's mind went blank. The images of that night, shrouded in alcohol and raw desire, flashed wildly like a chaotic kaleidoscope. —It was *that* night. Just over a month ago, he had saved her from a few thugs on a dimly lit street corner. She had been so utterly desperate then, yet when he took her into his arms, she had been shockingly proactive, her response alarming. A night of unexpected intimacy. He had dismissed it as a casual fling, each getting what they wanted. Who would have thought, she dared! He, Patrick Ford, a family heir who commanded influence across the city, schemed against by an unknown woman? What was her purpose? "Mr. Ford, do you have any questions?" The doctor adjusted his glasses, a clear flicker of displeasure in his eyes at Patrick's ashen face. Questions? He was consumed by fury. How dare she? How could she hide it from him, and even try to use a child to tie him down! --- **02 The Humble Pregnant Woman** Mia's hands trembled as she stared at the two glaring red lines on the pregnancy test, as if they were an invitation from hell. Her world, utterly collapsed. It had been a month. Since that night, she had been living in hell. Her adoptive mother, Anna, a woman as cruel as a venomous snake, offered no comfort. Her eyes, like poisoned daggers, fixed on Mia's belly, her curses like knives scraping her heart: "You shameless hussy! The moment your birthmark vanished, you went to seduce men, thinking you could climb the social ladder?! Don't even dream about it! This is punishment, the retribution for your depravity!" The "birthmark" Anna mentioned was a strange mark that had disappeared shortly after Mia's birth. In Anna's eyes, that mark seemed to be a symbol of her 'purity.' Now that it was gone, she was merely a "dishonorable" sinner. "Don't you dare play tricks, get these goods delivered! If you try to seduce men again, I'll teach you a good lesson!" Anna shrieked, roughly shoving heavy wooden crates into Mia's arms. Mia bit her lip. Under the scorching sun, each step was like treading on knife edges. She lowered her head, gently stroking her still-flat abdomen, whispering to the tiny life inside: "Baby, don't be afraid, we'll be okay. Mommy will protect you." A screech of brakes shattered the street corner's tranquility. A sleek white Porsche, like an elegant beast, pulled up before her. It was Patrick. He stepped out of the car, his imposing figure blocking the blinding sun. His gaze, like two focused searchlights, complexly fell upon her, from her sweat-dampened hair to the heavy boxes she tightly clutched. Guilt, disgust, confusion, intertwined in his deep eyes. "Here. Take these. That night... consider it compensation." He strode forward, wasting no pleasantries, and directly took the wooden crate from her hands, its weight making his brow furrow. Then, he pulled a wad of cash from his wallet and offered it to her. Mia looked up, a barely perceptible, shy smile gracing her face. She gently pushed his hand away, but in her eyes, a light he couldn't comprehend flickered, like distant stars, yet also like the mysterious depths of the deep sea. "Sir, that night... you saved me." She paused, her voice as light as a feather, yet unusually firm: "No compensation is needed. I... I don't mind it at all." She finished, her hands now empty, turning to leave, her figure in the sunlight appearing slender yet resolute. Patrick stood rooted to the spot, the cash in his hand rustling in the wind. He watched her receding back, and what swelled in his heart was not relief, but a deeper confusion. —"I don't mind it at all." This sentence, like a feather, lightly brushed his heart, yet also like a steel needle, piercing him with a sharp pang. What secret lay hidden between her current shyness and her surprising assertiveness that night? He had a direct intuition: this girl named Mia was far from as simple as she appeared. He had to find answers. Had to unearth all the unspoken truths behind that night. --- ### **Version 2: Emphasizing the Female Lead's Resilience and Contrast, with Bullet Comments** **01 She's Pregnant, and the Child Isn't Mine?** "She's six weeks pregnant." The doctor's words hit Patrick Ford like a bolt of lightning, his mind buzzing. Six weeks? `[OMG, went too far?][Is the CEO happy about being a dad, or feels cheated? I guess the latter!]` That night, he'd rescued Mia, that desperate girl, from the street. Her body was soft, yet shockingly proactive, like a wild rose blooming in a storm, entwining him. `[Told you 'love at first sight' is BS, CEO Patrick clearly just lusted after her body.][No way, a 'pure-hearted' guy like Patrick having an accident?]` Patrick felt a stifling pain in his chest. How could she hide it from him? She clearly knew who he was, yet kept silent. What was this supposed to be? `[This woman must have an agenda. Who gets pregnant after one fling and keeps it from the CEO in this day and age?]` --- **02 Adoptive Mother's Curse, Baby's Hope** A month later. In the cold bathroom, Mia's hands trembled as she stared at the two glaring red lines on the pregnancy test. The world, utterly collapsed. `[Oh my god, poor Mia, just 'accidentally' involved with the CEO, now abused by her adoptive mother.]` "You shameless hussy! The moment your birthmark vanished, you went to seduce men, thinking you could climb the social ladder?! Don't even dream about it!" Her adoptive mother, Anna's, sharp curses were like knives scraping her heart. `[This adoptive mother is absolutely vile! What's with the birthmark? Is it a plot device?]` The birthmark Anna mentioned was a strange mark that had disappeared shortly after Mia's birth. In Anna's eyes, it seemed to be a symbol of her 'purity.' Now that it was gone, she became a "dishonorable" sinner. "Get these goods out! If you dare to seduce men again, I'll teach you a lesson!" Mia bit her lip, holding the heavy wooden crate under the scorching sun, each step like treading on knife edges. `[So heartbroken for Mia, she must be so desperate.]` She lowered her head, gently stroking her still-flat abdomen, whispering to the tiny life inside: "Baby, don't be afraid, we'll be okay." `[Wuwuwu, Mia is really so strong.]` A screech of brakes. A white Porsche, like an elegant beast, pulled up before her. It was Patrick. He stepped out, his tall figure blocking the scorching sun, yet unable to conceal the complex emotions in his eyes. Guilt, scrutiny, and a hint of almost imperceptible... surprise. `[The CEO appeared! Is he going to take responsibility?][Heh, he'll just pay her off, won't he?]` He took the box, then pulled out a wad of cash, his voice deep: "These... consider it compensation." Mia looked up, a barely perceptible, shy smile on her face. She gently pushed his hand away, but in her eyes, a light he couldn't comprehend flickered. "Sir, that night... you saved me." `[Wow, Mia is so clear-headed! Refusing the money!]` She paused, her voice as light as a feather, yet unusually firm: "No compensation is needed. I... I don't mind it at all." `["I don't mind it at all"! That line has substance! What is Mia thinking?][CEO Patrick's baffled face, hahaha, his arrogance shattered by Mia's calmness.]` Mia turned, her slender back disappearing around the street corner. Patrick stood rooted to the spot, the cash in his hand rustling in the wind. He watched her receding figure, and what swelled in his heart was not relief, but a deeper confusion. —What exactly did her "I don't mind it at all" mean? What secret lay hidden between her current shyness and her assertiveness that night? `[So looking forward to the next part, is the CEO going to start a 'chasing wife crematorium' arc?][This Mia is definitely not simple, waiting for the twist!]` His intuition told him that this girl named Mia was far from as simple as she appeared. He had to find answers. Had to unearth all the unspoken truths behind that night. Mia was harassed in a bar and saved by a stranger named Patrick. Mia left quietly after they spent the night together. A month later, Mia, who is pregnant, bumps into Patrick and learns that he is the master of the Ford family. Patrick decides to protect Mia, but she has to face not only pressure from her so-called family, but also hostility from Patrick's friends. Moreover, the birthmark on her face is gone, reveals an undiscovered truth about where she was from...