Yang He Hospital was located halfway up the hill in Happy Valley.
Nearly all the women of Hong Kong’s wealthy Chinese families came here for prenatal checkups and childbirth.
The Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud stopped downstairs, and the door was opened from outside. ”Young Master Huo, Madam Huo, please step out of the car.”
Two rows of staff stood neatly in formation to welcome their arrival.
In her previous life, Song Wan had never gone hungry, but she wasn’t part of the upper-middle class—she’d only ever seen this kind of spectacle on TV.
“It really is just like one of those Hong Kong rich-family dramas. So over the top,” she thought, genuinely wanting to complain.
But who could blame her for playing along? She was in a precarious position herself—if she wasn’t pregnant, her fate would be no better than the original owner’s.
“Darling, please step out of the car.”
Huo Jingheng’s lips curved into a smile, but there was no trace of happiness in his eyes.
Song Wan smiled without warmth. “I’d like to change my clothes first, if that’s alright?”
A middle-aged woman nearby eagerly stepped forward. “Madam Huo, your clothes are ready. Please allow me to show you the way.”
Song Wan had been hoping to stall for time and look for a chance to escape.
But to her surprise, that busybody Huo Manting was in the room, watching her every move without budging.
Song Wan couldn’t even get near the window, let alone run away.
“Song Wan, don’t even think about running. With me watching you, my brother will definitely see through your true colors this time.”
“Mm-hm, sure,” Song Wan replied absently, her answers perfunctory.
“You’re infuriating! Are you even listening to me?” Huo Manting was furious, yet she didn’t even raise a hand.
She didn’t say anything too vicious either—just kept repeating “gold-digging actress,” which, to Song Wan’s ears, had no bite at all.
Even the original owner’s parents had cursed more harshly than that.
Seeing that there truly was no opportunity, Song Wan changed her clothes and walked out. “Let’s go.”
Huo Manting looked her up and down. “Hmph!”
Even though she looked down on Song Wan, she had to admit the woman had a stunning face.
The outfit had been picked out casually, yet Song Wan made it look gorgeous.
Well, of course—if she didn’t look like a fairy descended from heaven, how could she have caught the eldest brother’s eye and become the Huo Family’s eldest daughter-in-law?
The hospital staff standing nearby turned a deaf ear to the exchange between Huo Manting and Song Wan, pretending to hear nothing.
But when they saw Song Wan, their eyes couldn’t help following her.
Rumor had it that the Huo Family’s eldest daughter-in-law came from a humble background, later entered the Miss Hong Kong pageant, caught the eye of the Huo Family’s eldest son, and withdrew from the competition midway—all her photos bought up and locked away.
Now, seeing her in person, the rumors were not exaggerated at all.
Song Wan stood at 169 centimeters, neither overly slender nor bloated.
Huo Manting, after all, was the Huo Family’s eldest daughter, and had chosen for her a suit in an extremely pale apricot color, made of imported blended fabric that was all the rage in Hong Kong.
The skirt below was a straight-cut, knee-length design with a naturally cinched waistline.
Though it was only March, the hospital had air conditioning, so there was no chill at all.
The hem fell to mid-calf, revealing a section of shapely, fair legs.
Song Wan had been a minor beauty in her previous life too, and had worked part-time as a fashion blogger. Out of habit, she braided her hair into a single low plait draped over her left shoulder, tying the end with a small apricot satin ribbon.
No makeup, no jewelry of any kind—yet no one could take their eyes off her.
“So flashy,” Huo Manting snapped, unable to hold back her jealousy at the sight of everyone’s stares.
Song Wan deliberately flashed her a brilliant smile. “One can’t hide natural beauty. Sorry for dazzling you.”
With that, she pushed open the door and walked out first. “Darling, shall we go for the prenatal checkup?”
She had already made up her mind—whether she stuck her neck out or kept her head down, the blade would fall all the same.
Rather than praying the knife wouldn’t fall, it was better to pray it would fall faster.
She took Huo Jingheng’s left arm and, following the nurse’s instructions, first had her height, weight, and blood pressure measured, then was taken to have her blood drawn.
Normally she wasn’t afraid of blood draws, but seeing Huo Manting looking absolutely furious, deliberately clinging to Huo Jingheng and refusing to let go—
“I’m so scared. Will you stay with me?”
Huo Jingheng’s footsteps paused. He was a man with a thousand pressing matters; if Huo Manting hadn’t been so relentlessly pushy, he probably would have left long ago.
“Are you sure?”
Song Wan was now in a “nothing left to lose” mindset—her main goal was that if she couldn’t have an easy time, no one else would either.
For her examination, this brother and sister pair had to accompany her the whole way. No slacking allowed.
The last test was the ultrasound. Song Wan drank a large amount of water before going in, accompanied by Huo Jingheng and Huo Manting.
The doctor examining her was a female doctor in her thirties, gentle in speech, helping Song Wan lie down.
Staring at the hospital ceiling, Song Wan couldn’t help closing her eyes, bracing for the final judgment.
The probe was a bit cold, and as it glided across her belly, Song Wan couldn’t help frowning.
Seeing her like this, Huo Manting couldn’t resist mocking her, “What a performance. She actually dares to fake a pregnancy.”
Yanghe Hospital’s equipment was all high-end imported gear—whether she was pregnant or not would be obvious at a glance.
If Song Wan’s little trick was exposed, even with Big Brother protecting her, the family elders would punish her.
They might even force Big Brother to divorce her.
And then, Sister Lin would have her chance.
The female doctor kept her eyes fixed on the screen, noticed Song Wan’s nervousness, and said softly, “Relax.”
Suddenly, the probe stopped at a certain spot, and a pulsing sound filled the previously quiet room.
Huo Manting was about to speak again when the sound cut her off. “How much did you eat? There’s so much noise in your stomach.”
Song Wan hadn’t processed what was happening, but her hand was suddenly gripped tightly by Huo Jingheng.
The female doctor, wearing a mask, smiled with her eyes. “Young Madam Huo, congratulations—you’re pregnant. That’s the baby’s heartbeat.”
In her previous life, Song Wan had been perfectly healthy and rarely went to the hospital. This was the first time she learned just how loud a heartbeat could sound.
Most importantly, the crisis before her was resolved!
No matter what happened later, during her pregnancy, the Huo Family probably wouldn’t make things difficult for her.
Just then, Huo Jingheng’s hand suddenly tightened, and Song Wan couldn’t help crying out.
“You’re hurting me.”
She turned her head and saw the complicated look in Huo Jingheng’s eyes. She couldn’t read it, but at least it wasn’t the previous icy stare, like he was looking at a dead object.
Professional habit kept the female doctor moving the probe, her voice turning serious. “Young Madam, you may need to be more careful than an ordinary pregnant woman.”
Huo Manting still hadn’t recovered from the news that Song Wan was actually pregnant, and blurted out, “Is something wrong with the baby?”
Big Brother glanced at her, and Huo Manting realized she’d said the wrong thing, quickly covering her mouth.
“No—it’s good news. Young Madam Huo is carrying triplets.”
“Triplets!”
“Three?!”
Song Wan and Huo Manting cried out in unison—a rare moment of accord between them.
Even Huo Jingheng, who never showed his emotions, looked bewildered for the first time.
Twins were already rare, and Song Wan was carrying triplets?
For the first time, he spoke up to ask, “Doctor, are you sure?”
Song Wan hadn’t had a chance to look at the ultrasound report the doctor had given her—Huo Jingheng had been holding it in his hand the whole time, staring at it for who knew how long.
It clearly read: “10 weeks pregnant, dichorionic triamniotic triplets.”
Huo Manting seized on the flaw. “That’s not right! You’ve been married to my brother for less than two months, but the report says 10 weeks. The baby isn’t my brother’s, is it?!”