Sitting in the back row of cars of the Cadillac Seville, Guan Jiahui was sulking in a bad mood, quietly looking at the scenery outside the window, no longer feeling the joy she had when she first came.
"Xiaohui, what's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" Mo Zhexuan asked with concern.
Guan Jiahui turned around and glanced at Mo Zhexuan gently. Her eyes were red and tears seemed to be about to burst out at any time. She said slowly:
"Is this... a girl?"
"What are you... guessing?" Mo Zhexuan didn't expect Guan Jiahui to be so sharp, so he could only evade the question vaguely.
"Stop pretending. What did Doctor Ji whisper to you just now?" Guan Jiahui asked loudly, with a determined light in her eyes.
"I... really didn't say anything. We just discussed the Chinese medicine prescription." Mo Zhexuan answered hesitantly, trying to remain calm.
"Well, in that case, I plan to abort the baby in my belly." Guan Jiahui's tone suddenly became cold and hard, as if she had made up her mind.
"Uh..." Mo Zhexuan hurriedly hugged Guan Jiahui in his arms and kissed her gently.
After a long while, he said affectionately: "Whether it is a boy or a girl, the child you are carrying is ours. I will definitely treat it equally and cherish it to the utmost."
"Wow, wow, wow..." Although Guan Jiahui already had some guesses in her mind, she burst into tears the moment she heard the news.
Among the wealthy families in Hong Kong, it is often boys who inherit the family business. This is almost a consensus among all wealthy families. Even though the ship charter king has three daughters, it is his son-in-law who truly supports his family business.
Of course, there are exceptions. In the end, the one who controlled the fate of the gambling king's family was a woman, He Chaoqiong. Although she had no descendants, a hundred years later, the family business was still inseparable from the word "He".
Guan Jiahui felt that her faith had completely collapsed. It was already very difficult to conceive this child, and now it was a girl. How could she not feel disappointed?
She knew in her heart that as Mo Zhexuan's wealth grew, there would definitely be more and more women in the future, and Mo Zhexuan had made it clear that he would not marry her, so giving birth to a son would guarantee her stable position.
Now she was pregnant with a daughter. How could she not feel disappointed? The more she thought about it, the more unwilling she became. She snuggled in Mo Zhexuan's arms and cried heartbrokenly.
"Xiaohui, don't cry." Mo Zhexuan picked up the tissue distressedly, gently wiped her tears, and said softly:
"Who said you don't have a son? Yanhuang is your son. You don't have to worry. In the future, you and your daughter will definitely have a share of my property."
Guan Jiahui's expression eased a little, but there was still a hint of worry in her eyes:
"Who knows I'm old and ugly now? Do you still recognize me?"
Mo Zhexuan's heart tightened, he held her hand tightly and said firmly:
"Xiaohui, believe me, no matter how time passes, my feelings for you will never change. You are not only my partner, but also the mother of my child. I will always cherish you."
Guan Jiahui bit her lip and said worriedly:
"Now Mo Yanhuang calls me mom, but if Lilia comes back one day, what should I do? After all, Yanhuang is not my biological son."
Mo Zhexuan took a deep breath and asked seriously, "Xiaohui, what do you want to do?"
Guan Jiahui looked at him, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes:
"After I give birth to a daughter, we will continue to have children until we have a son."
Her voice was low, but her tone revealed unquestionable determination.
"Sure! I'm always available."
"Okay! From now on, all your food reserves must be left to me until you give birth to a son."
“..........”
Wang Yalin, who was driving in the front seat, wanted to cover his ears, but he was wondering in his heart whether Jiang Yutong was pregnant with a son or a daughter, and decided to find a time to ask Mo Zhexuan.
...........
At the same time, in a private ward in Kowloon Hospital.
A short man with a small beard was lying on the bed in pain, cursing loudly.
His entire body was tightly wrapped in bandages, like a bound mummy, unable to move.
But his facial expression was extremely ferocious, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light, as if he wanted to tear others into pieces and drink their blood.
"You bunch of trash, what use is there for me to have you? You should all be dead..."
On both sides of the bed stood four men, with bandages on their arms or legs, looking quite disheveled.
Faced with Tsumura Inoue's anger, they all lowered their heads in shame, not daring to look directly into his angry eyes, as if they were afraid that the anger would burn them.
The entire ward was filled with a depressing atmosphere, making people afraid to move.
"Ichiro! I'll give you one day to investigate the identities of that group of people. I'm going to tear them to pieces." Tsumura Inoue's eyes flashed with anger. He glanced at the man standing in the middle on the right and asked:
“Report on the Traditional Chinese Medicine prescriptions we have collected.”
"Hi!" Oda Ichiro nodded respectfully and began to report:
“President Inoue, we have already purchased twelve Chinese medicine prescriptions at high prices and successfully recruited eleven Chinese medicine practitioners.
During the entire process, we invested a total of HK$5.3 million.
Now, except for five old stubborn people like Ji Shizhong, the traditional Chinese medicine prescriptions in Hong Kong have basically fallen into our hands..."
Hearing this, a hint of pride finally appeared on Tsumura Inoue's ugly face. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he smugly mocked:
"The poor Chinese actually treat the treasures left by their ancestors as a scourge. How foolish! Since they don't want them, we should carry them forward!"
"The Chinese people have been hopeless since the Qing Dynasty. It's a pity that we lost that war, otherwise the Yamato people would have stood at the top of the world..."
As a descendant of the island nation's militarism, Tsumura Inoue was brainwashed by the Bushido spirit since childhood and became an out-and-out right-wing element.
He has always been brooding over the failure of that war and really wants to change the current situation of the island nation and make the country rise again.
"Good! You did a great job. The company has already sent people to China to discuss cooperation. We will go there as soon as we recover. Go investigate that group right now."
"Hi!" Ichiro Oda nodded seriously, then led two bodyguards out of the ward.
"When I catch you, I will make sure you experience the torture of the Qing Dynasty, being cut into pieces. This is what my ancestors loved to do, hehe..." Tsumura Inoue smiled cruelly, and then ordered the only bodyguard in the room:
"Go find me some beautiful flower girls..."
"Hi!"
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