Chapter 186 - 182: Good-for-nothing x Innocent Little Tyrant 21

Chapter 186: Chapter 182: Good-for-nothing x Innocent Little Tyrant 21

Ji Xiaosong’s songs became increasingly popular, and after her wedding to Jiang Yao, she was a famous singer on the cusp of international stardom.

With a bit more effort, it wouldn’t have been impossible for her to achieve even greater fame abroad.

But just then, she got pregnant.

Having a child was something Ji Xiaosong had wanted to do for a while.

It was her primary mission in this world.

The moment Mrs. Jiang learned Ji Xiaosong was pregnant, she rushed to the hospital.

"Xiaosong, dear, now that you’re pregnant, how about you come rest at the Jiang Mansion to take care of yourself?"

She had originally intended to persuade Ji Xiaosong to stop working; after all, the baby was the priority.

But knowing Ji Xiaosong’s personality, she realized she wasn’t someone who could be easily pushed around, so she had to be patient and discuss it with her.

Jiang Yao was beside her. He had already spoken with the doctor in detail and understood that reducing her workload would certainly be better for Ji Xiaosong’s health. After all, a celebrity’s work schedule was intense, often involving sleeping on planes and in cars.

Mrs. Jiang took Ji Xiaosong’s hand and said earnestly, "Xiaosong, dear, you’re carrying the Jiang Family’s precious treasure now. This is our top priority. If you rest at the Jiang Mansion, I’ll have the family chefs cook different delicacies for you every day and take the best care of you. You know how tiring it is to work. If you were to accidentally trip or bump into something, my heart would shatter."

As she spoke, the rims of her eyes turned a little red.

Jiang Yao gently chimed in, "Honey, I know you love your career, but the baby and your health are equally important. I’d be incredibly worried if you continued with such a high-intensity workload. Besides, after the baby is born, you can return to the stage in even better condition. I’m sure you’ll be able to give everyone even more spectacular performances then."

Seeing their worried faces, Ji Xiaosong couldn’t help but chuckle. She had already planned to take a break. As for work, an occasional appearance would suffice.

Besides, she had faith in herself. Even if she stopped working, she could always make a comeback.

So she nodded gently. "Alright, I’ll listen to you both. I’ll spend this time resting at the Jiang Mansion."

Hearing her reply, both Mrs. Jiang and Jiang Yao smiled in relief.

Just then, the doctor came out holding the ultrasound report.

"Mr. Jiang, your wife is pregnant with quadruplets."

"Quadruplets?!"

Inside the examination room, Jiang Yao’s voice suddenly shot up, thick with disbelief.

The usually calm and composed heir of the Jiang Family now clutched the ultrasound report with a trembling hand, veins bulging. His pupils contracted sharply behind his golden thread glasses.

The waiting members of the Jiang Family erupted in the hallway. The sandalwood Buddha Beads in Mrs. Jiang’s hand dropped onto the cashmere carpet with a soft thud.

"Xiaosong is carrying quadruplets?"

Leaning on his dragon-carved cane, Old Sir Jiang rushed into the examination room, followed by four doctors from the Jiang Family’s private medical team, each carrying a medical case.

"Quick! Have the custom mobile fetal heart monitor from Country M delivered!"

The examination room was instantly packed, with no room to move.

The attending physician wiped the cold sweat from his brow and projected four sets of fetal heart rate waves onto the screen.

The overlapping THUMP-THUMP sounds made Mrs. Jiang burst into tears. "These four little babies’ heartbeats are even stronger than Ah Yao’s when he was born!"

"Lock down this entire floor immediately."

Father Jiang ordered into his Bluetooth headset, his voice low and decisive.

Soon, the roar of a hovering helicopter could be heard from outside the window.

"Notify the nutrition team from RS Country. They must be here within three hours. Convert the west wing of the Jiang Mansion into a sterile maternity ward."

He turned and took Ji Xiaosong’s hand. The calloused skin on his hand, accustomed to holding a gun, trembled slightly. "Xiaosong, from this day forward, all of the Jiang Family’s resources are at your disposal."

Before Ji Xiaosong could even speak, Old Sir Jiang was already leaning on his cane and delegating tasks. "Assistant Qin, arrange for twenty bodyguards on a twenty-four-hour rotation. Assistant Wang, contact the DY Museum and have that Ming Dynasty Huanghuali canopy bed airlifted here to be used as a birthing bed. Assistant Liu..."

Before he could finish, a flurry of footsteps echoed from the hallway, and eight servants filed in, each holding a gilded tray.

"Young Madam, this is blood bird’s nest from Ma Country, flown in this morning."

"Young Madam, the head chef of Fayun Aman is awaiting your instructions."

"Young Madam, this is a Pregnancy Protection Jade Talisman consecrated by the abbot of the National Buddha Temple..."

Jiang Yao suddenly snatched the satellite phone from the butler’s hand. "Cancel all of Xiaosong’s commercial contracts immediately. Pay whatever the penalty is."

He knelt on one knee beside the examination bed, gently stroking his wife’s still-flat stomach. "Honey, how about we postpone the global tour with Universal Records for five years?"

"Ah Yao..."

Ji Xiaosong was about to speak when Mrs. Jiang suddenly rushed over with an iPad, screaming, "Your mother is video-calling from Foshan! She says she wants to build four merit monuments for the four babies in your belly!"

On the screen, Shen Fengming’s face, blurry with excitement, appeared. "My sweet girl, Mom has ordered four solid gold longevity locks, each one engraved with the entire Medicine Master Sutra..."

The screen was suddenly filled by Old Sir Jiang’s face. "My dear in-law, I’m preparing to transfer 20% of the conglomerate’s shares to my four great-grandchildren..."

"Grandpa!"

Ji Xiaosong sat up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "I’ve only just gotten pregnant..."

"So what if you’ve only just gotten pregnant?"

Five white-haired elders of the Jiang Family suddenly appeared at the door, holding stacks of share transfer agreements that stood half as tall as a person. "The quadruplets must begin learning about family trust management during their embryonic stage."

Jiang Yao suddenly swept his wife into his arms. With twelve midwives clearing a path, he headed for a private elevator. "From now on, Xiaosong will have four prenatal education sessions a day. A world-class orchestra is waiting in the airport lounge to play Mozart’s K.339 for the children."

"Jiang Yao!"

Ji Xiaosong grabbed her husband’s tie, but she was rendered speechless when she saw the magnificent scene reflected in the mirrored walls of the elevator.

The entire medical building’s security system was flashing red. A convoy of thirty armored cars snaked below, looking like a coiled black dragon.

At the head of the convoy, the Jiang Family crest on the roof of an extended Rolls-Royce Phantom glinted dazzlingly in the sunlight.

That night, the hashtag #JiangFamilyDragonQuads exploded on social media worldwide.

The Jiang Family’s official social media account posted nine consecutive announcements: Effective immediately, all company subsidiaries would provide special pregnancy stipends in honor of the heirs; a five-kilometer radius around the Jiang Mansion would be a restricted zone; the initial funding for the quadruplets’ exclusive foundation would be 10 billion dollars from Country M...

Meanwhile, Ji Xiaosong, the woman at the center of the storm, was lying on the canopy bed, which was draped in Shu brocade, gazing at the real-time Star Map projected onto the ceiling.

It was an auspicious celestial projection of "Four Stars Aligning," custom-made for the Jiang Family by Country M’s space agency.

Jiang Yao held an enameled medicinal bowl, gently blowing on the herbal tonic inside. A night breeze drifted in from the window, carrying the scent of lavender fields mixed with the curling agarwood incense from the family’s Buddhist hall.

"Honey."

She suddenly grinned slyly. "What do you think? After our four little ones are born, what if we make a grand comeback and hold a family concert?"

Jiang Yao’s hand trembled, and the spoon clinked crisply against the Northern Song Official Kiln porcelain bowl.

From downstairs, the butler’s panicked voice immediately rang out. "Quick, call the acoustics expert! Could that high-frequency vibration have affected the young masters?!"