Chapter 299 - 295: Old-Fashioned Romance Novel Heroine 15

Chapter 299: Chapter 295: Old-Fashioned Romance Novel Heroine 15

Rongrong’s voice came through, "Song, I think Huo Chen’s feelings for you are real. Isn’t what you’re doing a bit too cruel?"

Ji Xiaosong lowered her gaze, her expression unreadable.

"Rongrong, becoming an immortal is so difficult. It’s taken us thousands of years to get this far. If something goes wrong, how could we bear the consequences? Our getting together in the first place was a scheme. Otherwise, how could I have possibly gotten into Huo Chen’s room?"

She sighed softly and continued, "Even at a less high-end hotel, it’s hard for an ordinary person to get into an executive suite, let alone Huo Chen’s room. What if all this affection he’s showing now is just another trick?"

Rongrong thought for a moment and, of course, continued to side with Ji Xiaosong.

"You’re right. Hearts are fickle; we can’t gamble on it. As long as we complete the mission, it won’t affect us. By the way, the Star Lord of Destiny has already retrieved his Fate Book. The reason it ended up in this world was because a Little Immortal by his side stole it and brought it down."

"A Little Immortal? How could they possibly get their hands on the Star Lord of Destiny’s Fate Book? That thing is like the Star Lord of Destiny’s lifeblood; he wouldn’t let anyone get near it."

"I don’t know about that. I only know this Little Immortal was a mortal who ascended through Cultivation, and their surname is Huo."

"No wonder the Huo Family had that page from the Fate Book. Maybe they were once related, or that Little Immortal is an ancestor of the Huo Family. Rongrong, this is just too strange. We should get out of here as soon as possible."

"Song, you really have a heart of stone. But that’s for the best. For a world-hopper, deep affection is the biggest taboo. It hurts yourself and others, and there’s no way out."

"Of course. I’ve waited for thousands of years. I won’t let anyone become a stumbling block on my path."

The days passed unhurriedly. As Ji Xiaosong’s attitude softened day by day, Huo Chen finally began to feel at ease.

In the blink of an eye, Ji Xiaosong’s due date was approaching.

Ji Xiaosong’s due date was on the day of the Winter Solstice.

Huo Chen canceled all his international meetings a month in advance and moved his office directly to the top floor of their Central Park West residence.

He personally supervised the medical team, keeping them on 24-hour standby. He even had a delivery room set up at home to the highest standards, terrified she might feel the slightest discomfort.

But Ji Xiaosong was exceptionally calm.

She was even calmer than Huo Chen, taking her daily walks, doing prenatal yoga on schedule, and meticulously recording the fetal heart monitoring results herself.

Sometimes, Huo Chen would wake up in the middle of the night to find her standing quietly before the floor-to-ceiling windows, her fingers gently stroking her belly, her gaze so distant it seemed she was looking through the night at another world.

He would walk over, wrap his arms around her from behind, and ask in a low voice, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

Ji Xiaosong would tilt her head slightly, a gentle curve forming on her lips. "The babies are kicking so hard, I can’t sleep."

Huo Chen would press his palm to her stomach and, sure enough, feel a flurry of active kicks.

He would lower his head to kiss the crown of her hair, his voice hoarse. "This is hard on you."

Ji Xiaosong would shake her head gently, lean back into his embrace, and close her eyes.

In truth, she didn’t find it hard at all.

All of this was simply for the final mission.

...

On the day of the delivery, a blizzard swept through the entire city.

At three in the morning, Ji Xiaosong was suddenly jolted awake from her sleep. A violent contraction made her body go rigid.

She bit her lip, her fingers gripping the bedsheets tightly as cold sweat soaked her back.

"Huo Chen..." she called out hoarsely.

Huo Chen’s eyes flew open almost instantly. Seeing her pale face, he immediately rolled out of bed and slammed the emergency call button.

"Don’t be scared, the doctor will be here right away."

He knelt on one knee by the bed, gripping her hand tightly, his voice strained.

Ji Xiaosong was breathing rapidly, stray hairs on her forehead soaked with sweat and stuck to her pale cheeks.

Watching Huo Chen’s panicked state, she suddenly let out a soft laugh.

"What are... you so nervous about?" she asked, her words broken.

Huo Chen’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He wiped the cold sweat from her temple with his thumb, his voice low and raspy. "...I’m afraid you’re in pain."

Ji Xiaosong froze.

She hadn’t expected him to answer like that.

She had thought he would say, "Nothing can happen to the children," or, "Just bear it for a little while."

But he had said... he was afraid she was in pain.

It felt as though something had slammed into her heart. Ji Xiaosong instinctively looked away, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

The medical team arrived quickly. After an examination, they confirmed she was three centimeters dilated and they needed to prepare for delivery immediately.

Huo Chen held her hand tightly the entire time, his knuckles white from the force of his grip, as if he could absorb some of her pain.

"Huo Chen..." Ji Xiaosong called his name softly between contractions.

"I’m here." He immediately leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath hot.

Ji Xiaosong looked into his bloodshot eyes and said suddenly, "...If something happens to me, you have to take good care of them."

Huo Chen went rigid, and a storm of emotions surged in his eyes.

He gripped her hand sharply, his voice frighteningly cold. "Shut up! Nothing will happen to you!"

Ji Xiaosong just smiled faintly.

’She already knew how this would end, but Huo Chen didn’t. He was still stubbornly believing that everything would be alright.’

...

The delivery did not go smoothly.

The twins were in a breech position, and Ji Xiaosong’s blood pressure dropped suddenly. The doctors made the emergency decision to perform a C-section.

Huo Chen was barred from the operating room. For the first time in his life, he felt true powerlessness.

He stood in the hallway, listening to the faint sounds of medical equipment from within. His fingers clenched unconsciously, nails digging deep into his palm, but he felt no pain.

"Mr. Huo, why don’t you sit down and wait..." the butler approached cautiously.

Huo Chen didn’t move.

He stared intently at the operating room doors, as if his gaze could pierce through them and see what was happening inside.

He was scared.

Scared that she would really leave him, just like that.

Scared that her talk of an "accident" would come true.

Scared that... she had never planned on staying at all.

...

Inside the operating room, Ji Xiaosong’s consciousness was already starting to fade.

The excessive blood loss made her vision go black, her ears filled only with the sharp beeping of the monitors.

"Blood pressure is still dropping! Prepare for a transfusion!"

"The mother’s heart rate is unstable!"

"The baby is almost out, just hold on a little longer!"

In her daze, Ji Xiaosong heard the cry of a baby. It was faint, but it made her eyes well up.

Her mission was complete.

The twins, a boy and a girl, were born safely.

She slowly closed her eyes, but the corners of her lips curled up into a faint smile.

...

When the doors to the operating room finally opened, Huo Chen practically charged inside.

A doctor was holding two swaddled infants and said to him with a smile, "Congratulations, Mr. Huo. A pair of healthy boy-girl twins."

But Huo Chen didn’t even glance at the children. He went straight past the doctor and rushed to the operating table.

Ji Xiaosong lay there quietly, her face so pale it was almost translucent. Her long hair was splayed across the pillow, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep after exhausting all her strength.

Huo Chen took her hand, his own trembling, and his voice rasped, "...Wife?"

She didn’t respond.

"What’s wrong with her?!" He shot his head up, his eyes bloodshot.

The doctor was startled by his gaze and took half a step back, quickly explaining, "The patient lost a lot of blood and is temporarily unconscious, but her vital signs have stabilized. She needs to be kept under observation..."

Huo Chen’s taut nerves finally relaxed slightly, but his heart still felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain so intense it nearly suffocated him.

He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against the back of Ji Xiaosong’s cold hand, and said in a choked voice:

"...You promised me."

"You said... you’d pay more attention to me."

"You can’t lie to me..."

His voice was so low it was almost inaudible, like a plea, yet also a desperate accusation.

But Ji Xiaosong remained asleep, giving him no response.