Forgive her for having never seen the world, but her favorability toward this father-in-law she’d never met shot straight up.
Look at that—this was the true bearing of a prestigious family. With one gesture, he gave a house and a prime shopfront.
And then look at the male lead—still hadn’t shown any gesture at all.
It was just a pity that Huo Jingheng had already left. Otherwise, Song Wan would have asked for a few more houses and shops.
No man could be relied upon—only these houses and shops were truly dependable. Thinking of her happy future as a landlady, Song Wan couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up.
In an excellent mood, she drank two extra bowls of porridge.
She had to admit, the Huo Family’s chef really was skilled.
After eating, Song Wan let out a small yawn. Bored, she began wandering around the room.
After all, she had only married in two months ago, and with no one paying her any attention, her closet was filled only with the clothes bought when she first entered the family.
Judging by the eye of a fashion blogger, the styles were monotonous and basically all the same—completely uninspiring when it came to wanting to dress up.
On the dressing table were all high-end skincare products and cosmetics, but the original owner had barely used any of them.
Song Wan could understand. That face was already too striking—if she dressed it up carefully, it would be even more eye-catching.
This was also why Song Wan had chosen to latch onto Huo Jingheng’s thigh.
Hong Kong in 1979 was chaotic. Beauty alone was a death sentence.
The Song Family was just an ordinary household. Song Wan’s parents had five children, all raised to adulthood—a rarity among the neighbors.
Song Wan was the fourth child, with an eldest sister, a second brother, and a third sister above her, and a little brother below.
Strangely enough, the Song family members were all quite plain-looking, except Song Wan, who grew more and more beautiful.
If it weren’t for her timid personality—staying home unless absolutely necessary—she would have been snatched away long ago.
Even her participation in the Miss Hong Kong pageant was forced on her by her parents.
The reason was simple: they wanted Song Wan to enter the entertainment industry and make money, and ideally snag a rich husband, so the Song Family could rise along with her.
But things went even more smoothly than her parents had imagined. Despite her humble background and lack of education, Song Wan fought her way into the top 12 on her face alone.
She then actively latched onto Huo Jingheng, withdrew from the pageant, and smoothly married into the Huo Family.
The matter caused an enormous sensation in Hong Kong. Various magazines and tabloids buzzed about it for over a month, and things had only just quieted down recently.
Back then, there had been no wedding ceremony—only a dinner for the Huo Family.
As Song Wan’s natal family, the Songs hadn’t received an invitation at all.
But they had no complaints whatsoever, because the Huo Family had given a hefty bride price, and Song Wan hadn’t kept a cent of it, leaving it all to her family.
For this reason, Song Wan, having transmigrated over, thought it through clearly: even if she divorced Huo Jingheng one day, she could never go back to the Song Family.
The original owner’s personality was completely unsuited for the entertainment industry.
For her, the best outcome was to keep coasting along in the Huo Family until she herself became an old lady—that would count as a life of comfort.
The worst outcome would be Huo Jingheng falling in love with the female lead and divorcing her.
But even that wouldn’t scare her. As long as she had money in hand, she could go to the mainland and buy property, invest—even maybe snag a courtyard house at a bargain.
Then she could live happily as a landlady.
At the thought, Song Wan nearly laughed out loud.
“So happy about moving out?” Huo Jingheng had returned at some point, his expression complicated.
Song Wan hurriedly explained, “No, no, it’s just—I never expected the Old Master to be so generous.”
Moving turned out to be even simpler than Song Wan had expected. With one phone call from Huo Jingheng, everything was packed up within a day.
She didn’t need to bring anything.
The new home was a standalone villa under his name, located on Shiu Wing Road, around 300 square meters.
Huo Jingheng was truly busy, and he soon went out again.
Huo Manting was grounded, but the First Madam sent over two sets of precious jewelry.
The first set was diamond jewelry, including a necklace, earrings, and a ring.
At the center of the necklace was a flawless pear-shaped white diamond, blazing with fire, surrounded by pigeon-blood rubies and cornflower-blue sapphires.
It looked like layers upon layers of petals—dazzling.
The second set was jadeite jewelry, including two bangles, a necklace, and a pair of earrings.
The jadeite wasn’t the deep imperial green, but a clear-water green, somewhere between colorless and light green, like a crystal-clear lake after the rain.
This color suited young women—light, moist, translucent, and very flattering to the skin.
The two bangles were cut from the same piece of jadeite, crystalline and clear, as clean as ice inside.
When Song Wan received the gifts, she was so happy her eyes crinkled into crescents, and she couldn’t wait to try them on.
Her skin was already fair, and against the jadeite, it looked even more luminous, giving her a fresh, dewy glow.
In her past life she had only been mildly pretty, yet she’d preened every single day.
In this life she was a top-tier beauty—she absolutely had to wear the most beautiful clothes and the most gorgeous jewelry!
After Nanny Zhao delivered the jewelry, she reported the Young Madam’s reaction to the First Madam.
“Madam, the Young Madam’s personality seems to have changed quite a bit.”
She used to seem timid and timid, hardly noticeable.
When she spoke, you had to strain your ears to hear her.
Nanny Zhao had actually felt a bit reluctant—the two sets of jewelry were part of the Madam’s dowry, and once a piece was given away, it was gone.
Since Old Madam Luo passed away, the Madam had treasured every piece of her dowry.
Huo Manting had asked for them, both openly and covertly, several times, and the Madam had never been willing to part with any.
Yet today she had given away two whole sets at once.
The Young Madam truly lived up to having competed in the Miss Hong Kong pageant—she made every piece shine, and just looking at her lifted one’s spirits.
Luo Shuyi sighed softly. “Only with a child can she truly secure her footing in the Huo Family. Naturally she’s happy.”
The First Madam could understand Song Wan’s feelings; when she herself had married in, the pressure to bear children had been great too.
“She’s luckier than I was, but she also has it harder than I did.”
Nanny Zhao thought the Madam was referring to Song Wan’s background. “If the Young Madam had the Madam’s luck and bore a son on her first try, she would have completely secured her footing.”
The First Madam smiled and didn’t explain.
Nanny Zhao only knew that Song Wan was pregnant; she didn’t know she was carrying triplets.
When A-heng had come to her during the day, saying he wanted to move out with Song Wan, Luo Shuyi had been quite surprised.
The Luo Family had produced twins before, and a successful birth naturally brought joy to the whole family.
But for the mother, it was far more taxing than an ordinary pregnancy.
Not to mention, Song Wan was carrying triplets—one careless misstep could mean the loss of both mother and children.
After careful consideration, the First Madam had agreed to let A-heng take Song Wan and move out.
That way, she too would have her hands free to deal with the Huo Family’s affairs.
She could tolerate Huo Sijia’s disrespect toward herself, but she would never tolerate her making a move against A-heng’s children.
Meanwhile, Song Wan placed the two jewelry cases on her dressing table, looking at them over and over.
“You’re both my wings. From now on, I’ll cherish you dearly.”
In later years, jadeite would be speculated up to astronomical prices—especially old-mine jadeite of fine quality, where there was demand but no supply.
When she had money of her own, she was definitely going to buy a lot more to stockpile—and gold, too.
Just thinking about her future, it was so bright she couldn’t close her eyes.
Before falling asleep, Song Wan couldn’t help muttering about the stingy Huo Jingheng. “How did he fail to inherit his parents’ fine tradition of generosity?”
Then, the next day after moving, when Song Wan saw the things in the new home’s bedroom, she screamed with delight, “Are all of these mine?”