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Lan Qingqing lay on the bed, too frightened to move, waiting for someone to come and save her. At that moment, she couldn't even recall the pain in her body; all she felt was that she was about to die. She had lost too much blood and felt as if she were being drained dry.
She intended to call for help, knowing that this was merely a Cosmetic Surgery Institution where the staff only understood cosmetic procedures and not matters concerning children. She was still so young and didn't want to die from excessive bleeding!
Desperately, she searched for her phone, but the moment she grasped it, a small nurse burst into the room and snatched it away. The nurse's face was filled with terror as she exclaimed, "Don't move! Our supervisor will be here soon. How do you feel right now? Is your stomach hurting?"
Lan Qingqing was too weak to respond; she lacked even the strength to lift her hand. Beads of sweat covered her forehead, and her gaze was unfocused.
All she wanted was to be taken to the hospital next door. "Please take me to the hospital! I want to terminate this pregnancy! I don’t want to die; hurry and take me there!"
The nurse tucked Lan Qingqing's phone into her pocket. She had just received orders from the supervisor that under no circumstances was Lan Qingqing allowed to leave the Cosmetic Surgery Institution—whether she was dying or wanted to terminate the pregnancy, or if the child inside her was in danger, she could not be allowed out of the facility. Otherwise, everyone would face dire consequences.
The nurse pressed Lan Qingqing back onto the bed and began checking for the source of the blood beneath her, performing basic first aid.
Before long, a Male Supervisor entered the room with two assistants. He spoke reassuringly to Lan Qingqing, "Miss Lan, don’t worry. Everything will be fine. I’ve brought doctors from a major hospital who are very experienced; your child will be okay."
Lan Qingqing shook her head vigorously. "I don’t want this child! I’m bleeding heavily; how could it possibly survive? Even if it does survive, it won’t be normal! You need to take me to the hospital immediately! There’s a hospital right next door; please hurry!"
The Male Supervisor, whose face wore a kind expression, had no intention of taking Lan Qingqing to the hospital. He had made promises to Hua Jie and intended to keep them.
He gestured to his two assistants, who stepped forward to begin their examination and treatment. One of them administered anesthesia, and soon enough, Lan Qingqing lost consciousness.
Fortune seemed to favor her; the bleeding beneath her had stopped.
The Male Supervisor's demeanor suddenly turned cold as he commanded his subordinates, "I don’t care how you handle her; you must ensure that the child in her womb survives. Both mother and child must live! Whether it takes strong medication or illegal injections, she cannot be harmed—especially not the child."
Lan Qingqing's condition did not seem critical, and the two assistants readily agreed. They were indeed doctors from a major hospital who had come here for illicit work for financial gain.
The Male Supervisor exited the room and called Hua Rongxiao.
Once connected, he spoke earnestly, "Hua Jie, thank goodness you sent two professional assistants ahead of time; otherwise, I wouldn’t have known where to turn for help with this unexpected situation!"
At that moment, Hua Rongxiao was applying makeup. Everything was under her control. A pregnant woman undergoing multiple cosmetic surgeries raised enough concerns about potential infections leading to death alone. Only someone as reckless as Lan Qingqing would dare undertake such risks while pregnant. Sending help in advance was precisely for handling emergencies like this one. The two assistants sent were seasoned professionals with extensive practical experience; they could handle anything—even live dissections—without issue.
The Male Supervisor felt a surge of admiration as he replied, "Hua Jie, you’re amazing! You’re my idol!"
Hua Rongxiao reminded him sternly, "Remember what I said? The child in her womb must survive at all costs; I'm looking forward to seeing that deformed baby."
The Male Supervisor quickly responded, "You can count on me! I will ensure everything is done according to your wishes!"
Meanwhile, Hua Rongxiao hung up the phone and walked out of the bathroom with her lipstick in hand.
She wore a sheer dark red nightgown as she walked into the kitchen, where Ke Wenjie was heating milk at the stove. Hua Rongxiao embraced Ke Wenjie from behind and gently asked, "Were you on the phone just now? I thought I heard you talking."
Hua Rongxiao replied, "Just some work-related matters. What are we having for breakfast? Milk and bread?"
Ke Wenjie’s cooking skills were average, but in front of Hua Rongxiao, he naturally tried to impress her. He gestured to a nearby plate, indicating that he had fried eggs and toasted bread ready, saying, "I’ll make you a sandwich in a moment."
Hua Rongxiao was quite pleased. She stood beside Ke Wenjie and lightly applied some lipstick to her thin lips. Then, she playfully left a mark on his left cheek.
Hua Rongxiao giggled with delight, "I love seeing you cook for me. That proud young man has now turned into my personal servant."
Ke Wenjie didn’t dare to retort; he was currently living under her roof, so whatever Hua Rongxiao said went.
Hua Rongxiao’s finger lightly brushed against Ke Wenjie’s chin as she remarked, "I just love that look on your face—so submissive yet forced to comply!"
She casually picked up a slice of bread and teased, "Don’t you particularly want your own child? Is that why you agreed to give Lan Qingqing three million to have that baby?"
Ke Wenjie responded, "Yes. My parents’ greatest hope for me is to carry on the Ke family lineage. I know you won’t give me that, so I have no choice but to turn to Lan Qingqing."
He then recalled, "What’s the progress on the investigation into my mother being poisoned?"
Hua Rongxiao shrugged. "I haven’t asked about the progress; it should be wrapping up soon. However, what you should be most concerned about right now isn’t uncovering the truth behind your mother’s death—there are more pressing matters at hand."
Ke Wenjie poured the hot milk into a cup and said, "I know. I just want to have some closure for my mother’s restless spirit."
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