Chapter 297 - 293: Old-fashioned Romance Heroine 13

Chapter 297: Chapter 293: Old-fashioned Romance Heroine 13

"Of course this has everything to do with me!"

Huo Chen sighed. Ji Xiaosong was about to say more.

"Shhh."

Huo Chen pressed the pad of his finger to her lips, his other hand gently resting on her flat stomach. "Don’t say anything right now."

His palm was warm and dry, carrying a force that brooked no resistance.

Ji Xiaosong turned her face away, but he gripped her chin and turned it back.

"Look at me."

Huo Chen’s voice was deep and firm. "I know you hate me right now. But these two children, they’re our flesh and blood."

By the time the helicopter landed on the rooftop helipad at Central Park West, a medical team was already standing by.

Huo Chen personally carried her into the meticulously prepared medical room, not letting her feet touch the ground for a moment.

"A full checkup."

He ordered the doctor, "Make sure the mother and children are safe."

Ji Xiaosong lay on the examination bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Rongrong’s voice echoed in her mind. "Song, about Huo Chen, he actually..."

’I don’t want to hear it right now. After going through so many worlds, I can’t believe I messed up this badly. It’s too hard to accept.’

After the examination, the doctor reported respectfully, "Mr. Huo, your wife and the fetuses are both very healthy, but she does have some mild anemia..."

"Prescribe the best iron supplements."

Huo Chen cut him off. "Also, prepare medicinal meals to stabilize the pregnancy."

Only after everyone had left did he sit down by the bed. He reached out and caressed her cheek. "Are you hungry?"

Ji Xiaosong slapped his hand away. "Don’t touch me."

Huo Chen’s gaze darkened, but surprisingly, he didn’t get angry.

He stood up and walked to the window, his back to her. "I apologize for the matter of the Fate Book. But I have never plotted against you."

Ji Xiaosong’s expression clearly told him she didn’t believe a word.

"Don’t look at me like that."

Huo Chen’s voice was low and hoarse. He reached out to touch Ji Xiaosong’s face, but she turned her head to avoid him.

Rain poured outside the window. A flash of lightning illuminated his sharp-featured profile, and his eyes, always filled with confidence, now held a hint of pleading.

Ji Xiaosong clutched the Fate Book, which was glowing with an eerie red light, her knuckles turning white.

"So this was all planned? Our meeting, our... relationship, even these two children?"

Her trembling hand drifted to her still-flat stomach.

Huo Chen’s eyes darkened. He suddenly strode forward, trapping her between the desk and himself.

His body temperature was alarmingly high, and the scent of ambergris enveloped her. "No."

He said through gritted teeth, "The Fate Book is real, but my feelings for you..."

"Enough!" Ji Xiaosong shoved him away forcefully. "Huo Chen, you make me sick!"

The air instantly froze.

Huo Chen’s jaw tightened, and a dangerous emotion swirled in his eyes.

Just as Ji Xiaosong thought he was about to explode with rage, he suddenly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, his usual calm, self-possessed demeanor had returned.

"Pack your things,"

He turned and walked toward the door, his voice cold and hard. "We’re going back to Central Park West in half an hour."

"I’m not going!"

Ji Xiaosong grabbed the crystal paperweight from the desk and threw it at him.

The paperweight grazed Huo Chen’s temple, leaving behind a bloody scratch.

His steps faltered, but he didn’t turn back. He just raised a hand to wipe away the blood. "Twenty-five minutes."

Central Park West was the Huo Family’s private estate, a five-acre property surrounded by a lake on three sides.

As Huo Chen forced Ji Xiaosong into the car, she was still struggling desperately. "This is unlawful imprisonment!"

Huo Chen restrained her with one hand, using his other to shield her stomach. His voice was low. "Here, no one can touch the person I want to protect."

He paused, then added, "Including you."

Ji Xiaosong froze as the car drove into the estate.

The rose garden in front of the main building had been completely replaced with sunflowers, her recent favorite flower.

A brand-new swing set stood beside the flowerbeds, and wind chimes tinkled under the eaves.

"I had this prepared last month."

Huo Chen followed her gaze and explained, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Sunflowers love the sun. I had my people improve the soil."

Ji Xiaosong’s heart trembled, but she quickly followed it with a cold sneer. "Mr. Huo really spares no expense for the sake of his children."

Huo Chen gave her a deep look but said nothing.

The master bedroom had been redecorated. The aromatherapy diffuser she used to help her sleep sat on the bedside table, and the wardrobe was filled with new, in-season clothes, with the tags already cut off.

Ji Xiaosong snatched a silk nightgown and threw it on the floor. "I don’t need your charity!"

Huo Chen bent down, picked up the nightgown, and gently patted off the non-existent dust. "You need to rest."

He glanced at his watch. "The doctor will be here in ten minutes."

"Get out!"

Huo Chen stood his ground.

Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows across his well-defined features and making him look surprisingly vulnerable.

"Darling,"

His voice was very soft. "You can hate me, but don’t hurt yourself."

The medical team conducted a thorough examination.

The lead physician, Doctor Chen, pushed up his glasses. "Your wife has mild anemia and will need..."

"Use the best medicine."

Huo Chen cut him off, his brow tightly furrowed. "Also, prepare a detailed nutritional plan."

Only after everyone had left did Huo Chen sit down by the bed.

He reached out as if to touch Ji Xiaosong’s face but stopped mid-air, ultimately just tucking the corner of her blanket in.

"Are you hungry? I had the kitchen make some millet porridge."

Ji Xiaosong kept her back to him, not saying a word.

Huo Chen sat in silence for a while before suddenly saying in a low voice:

"Your name really is in the Fate Book. But falling in love with you... that was my own choice."

With that, he stood up and left, his footsteps gradually fading away.

Ji Xiaosong buried her face in her pillow as tears slid silently down her cheeks.

For the next three days, Huo Chen stayed by her side almost constantly, yet always maintained a carefully measured distance.

He would gently stroke the ends of her hair as she slept, only to quietly leave before she woke up.

He would personally oversee the chef’s preparation of every meal but never forced her to eat.

He would jolt awake in the middle of the night whenever she turned over, only pretending to go back to sleep after confirming she was all right.

On the morning of the fourth day, Ji Xiaosong deliberately knocked over her breakfast.

Hot porridge splashed onto the back of her hand, instantly turning the skin red.

Huo Chen’s expression changed drastically. He grabbed her hand and rushed to the sink, turning on the cold water. SPLASH.

"Does it hurt?"

His voice was tight, and his brow was furrowed so deeply it looked like it could kill a fly.

Ji Xiaosong stubbornly pressed her lips together and said nothing.

Huo Chen suddenly bent down, swept her up into his arms, and carried her out to the terrace in a few quick strides.

The rising sun stained the clouds gold and red, and the distant lake shimmered.

"Look carefully,"

He pointed to a building under construction in the distance. "That’s a new branch of the city’s best private women’s and children’s hospital. It will serve only you."

He then pointed in another direction. "They’re building a children’s amusement park over there. It will be ready when the babies are born."

He looked down at her, his gaze so intense it could almost burn her. "I do need you to break the curse, but I’m even more afraid of losing you. The two are not mutually exclusive."

The back of Ji Xiaosong’s hand was red from the burn, but Huo Chen’s fingers were trembling even more than hers.

He held her on the terrace, the faint sounds of construction machinery audible in the distance.

"Those..."

Ji Xiaosong’s throat felt tight. "Were they really built for me?"

Huo Chen rested his chin on the top of her head, his voice muffled. "I started planning it all the day I found out you were pregnant."

He suddenly turned, still carrying her, and walked toward the far end of the hallway. "There’s something else I want to show you."

At the end of the master suite was a room she had never entered before.

Huo Chen unlocked it with his fingerprint. When the door opened, Ji Xiaosong’s breath caught in her throat.

An entire wall was covered in design blueprints for a nursery, with detailed plans for every stage from newborn to preschool.

On the central display screen, two chibi-style avatars were playing in a virtual room. Their eyes and brows looked just like her and Huo Chen.