Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 291 The Heroine of an Old-Fashioned Romance Novel 11

Just as she was about to attend the annual meeting, Ji Xiaosong found herself vomiting violently by the toilet in the bathroom.

This was the third time this morning; the churning in her stomach made her feel dizzy and lightheaded.

She reached for the mouthwash cup with trembling hands, but touched a warm, large hand instead.

"Drink some warm water."

Huo Chen appeared behind him without him noticing, handing him a glass of water, his brows furrowed.

Ji Xiaosong took the water glass, but her fingertips accidentally touched his, causing her to recoil as if she had been electrocuted.

Ever since he helped her resolve Yang Yang's matter, something seemed to be subtly changing between them, though it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was.

"The company's annual party...can I still go?"

She rinsed her mouth and asked weakly.

Huo Chen's gaze lingered on her pale face for a moment: "No need to force yourself."

"I'm going."

Ji Xiaosong stood up, leaning on the sink. She looked haggard in the mirror, but her eyes were unusually firm. "As Mrs. Huo's first public appearance, I can't be absent."

Huo Chen didn't object anymore, but turned around and instructed the servants outside the door: "Call the doctor to give me an anti-nausea injection."

Three hours later, Ji Xiaosong stood in front of the dressing mirror and could hardly recognize herself.

The stylist chose a burgundy velvet dress for her. The high-waisted design perfectly concealed her slightly protruding belly, while the backless design added a touch of sexiness.

She wore the blue diamond necklace that Grandma Huo had given her, which sparkled brilliantly under the light.

"Young mistress is so beautiful."

The makeup artist exclaimed sincerely, "This dress was chosen by Mr. Huo, and it seems to suit the young mistress very well. I'm sure it will amaze Mr. Huo as well."

Ji Xiaosong pursed her lipstick, her heart racing.

She didn't care what others thought, but she was inexplicably concerned about Huo Chen's opinion.

As the extended Lincoln drove into the hotel plaza, flashes from cameras on both sides of the red carpet immediately went off like a storm.

Huo Chen got out of the car first, then turned around and reached out his hand to her.

Ji Xiaosong took a deep breath and placed her hand on his arm.

"take it easy."

Huo Chen said in a low voice, his warm palm covering her cold fingers, "Follow me."

The moment I stepped into the venue, hundreds of eyes turned to me.

Ji Xiaosong felt dizzy, but Huo Chen steadily supported her.

She heard whispers around her: "That's Mrs. Huo? She's even prettier than in the photos..."

"I heard you're pregnant? I can't tell at all..."

"Shh, they say it's a shotgun wedding..."

Huo Chen's eyes turned cold, and the murmurs immediately ceased.

He led Ji Xiaosong straight to the main table. Along the way, people kept getting up to greet them, and Huo Chen simply nodded slightly, but he made a point of stopping to introduce her to several elders:

“This is my wife, Ji Xiaosong.”

These six simple words warmed Ji Xiaosong's heart.

She smiled gracefully and behaved with impeccable manners; even the most discerning lady could find no fault with her.

After a few rounds of drinks, Ji Xiaosong excused herself to touch up her makeup and temporarily left the table.

Just as I reached the rest area, a familiar voice came from behind me: "Oh, isn't this Mrs. Huo? You're so nauseous from morning sickness, yet you still come to socialize. You're really dedicated."

Ji Xiaosong turned around and saw Yang Yang wearing an inappropriate backless dress, holding champagne in her hand, and wearing a fake smile on her face.

"How did you get in?"

Ji Xiaosong instinctively protected her lower abdomen.

"Of course I was invited."

Yang Yang shook his guest badge on his chest. "After all, I used to be an industry elite."

She took a step closer and lowered her voice: "I heard that President Huo had someone check the child's DNA? What were the results? It can't be... that you yourself don't even know who the father is, right? You think a marriage certificate can prove it? How naive!"

Ji Xiaosong was so angry that she was trembling, but she quickly calmed down.

She took out her phone, tapped a few times, and a recording suddenly came from the speakers in the rest area:

"Honey, when are you going to break up with that nerd?"

It was Chen Mo's voice.

"What's the rush? Let's wait until she helps me secure that project..."

Yang Yang answered with a charming smile.

The recording continued playing, and the content became increasingly offensive.

People in the rest area turned to look, and some had already recognized the owner of the voice.

Yang Yang's face turned deathly pale: "You...when did you..."

"Copied from Chen Mo's phone."

Ji Xiaosong said calmly, "I originally just wanted to find evidence of Chen Mo's infidelity, but I didn't expect this discussion."

At this moment, the surrounding discussion had already erupted.

Enraged, Yang Yang suddenly raised the champagne in his hand and splashed it at Ji Xiaosong.

A long, slender arm appeared out of nowhere and firmly gripped Yang Yang's wrist.

The champagne glass crashed to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

"Mr. Huo... Mr. Huo..."

Yang Yang's voice instantly lost its confidence.

Huo Chen's face was ashen, and he exuded a terrifying chill.

He didn't even glance at Yang Yang, and directly said to the arriving security guards:

"Throw it out."

Two security guards immediately grabbed Yang Yang and dragged him outside.

Yang Yang struggled and shouted, "Huo Chen! Do you even know who she is! She..."

"Shut up."

Huo Chen finally glanced at her, and that look silenced Yang Yang instantly. "If you dare to harass my wife again, I will make you disappear from this industry forever."

The word "wife" was spoken with such force that everyone present heard it clearly.

Reporters were already snapping photos. Huo Chen turned around, took off his suit jacket and draped it over Ji Xiaosong's shoulders, then put his arm around her waist in public.

"Tell me if you're not feeling well, don't push yourself."

This gentle tone was completely different from before, leaving everyone speechless.

Ji Xiaosong leaned against him, smelling the faint ambergris scent on him, and felt inexplicably at ease.

It was late at night when they returned to the Huo family home.

Morning sickness returned, and Ji Xiaosong vomited in front of the sink in the master bathroom, her back soaked in cold sweat.

Suddenly, a steaming cup of ginger tea was placed in front of me.

She looked up and saw Huo Chen standing beside her with his sleeves rolled up, looking somewhat unnatural.

"The servants are all asleep, so we'll just have to make do with this."

He spoke stiffly, as if explaining to himself why he was doing this personally.

Ji Xiaosong took the cup; it was warm to the perfect temperature.

She sipped it slowly, the spiciness of the ginger easing her stomach discomfort.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Huo Chen didn't respond, but simply picked up a towel and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

His movements were clumsy yet gentle, as if he were afraid of breaking precious porcelain.

"Why did you do that today?" he suddenly asked.

Ji Xiaosong was taken aback: "What?"

"recording."

Huo Chen frowned. "You can let me handle this."

"Because this is between her and me."

Ji Xiaosong looked him straight in the eye, "I can't hide behind you forever."

Huo Chen remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and touched her cheek.

Ji Xiaosong held her breath, feeling the warmth of his fingertips.

"stubborn."

He commented, but there was a barely perceptible hint of appreciation in his tone.

Ji Xiaosong mustered her courage and gently grasped his wrist:

"And what about you? Why are you publicly acknowledging our relationship today?"

Huo Chen's gaze fell on her lower abdomen, then returned to her eyes:

"Because it's true."

The answer was ambiguous, but Ji Xiaosong had already learned to find the implied meaning in Huo Chen's words.

She smiled slightly, but suddenly a wave of nausea hit her, and she hurriedly turned to face the sink.

Huo Chen immediately stepped forward, supporting her shoulder with one hand and gently patting her back with the other.

This clumsy yet gentle gesture warmed Ji Xiaosong's heart.

After vomiting, she leaned weakly against Huo Chen's chest. The man's body stiffened slightly, but he didn't push her away.

"Go to sleep."

He whispered, then bent down and picked her up in his arms.

Ji Xiaosong exclaimed in surprise and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

Huo Chen walked steadily to the large bed, carefully put her down, and tucked her in.

You need to rest.

He turned to leave, but Ji Xiaosong grabbed his sleeve.

"Can...you stay?"

She regretted asking the question as soon as she did; it was a very inappropriate request.

Huo Chen stood with his back to her for a few seconds, then turned off the main light, leaving only a dim bedside lamp.

He lay down fully clothed on the other side of the bed, with enough space between him for two more people to sleep.

"Go to sleep."

He repeated, his voice particularly low in the darkness.

Ji Xiaosong turned to the side, using the dim light to examine his silhouette.

Huo Chen lay flat on his back, his hands folded in front of his chest, like a perfect sculpture.

Just when she thought he had fallen asleep, Huo Chen suddenly spoke:

"I'll have someone handle tomorrow's headlines."

Ji Xiaosong gave a soft "hmm," then suddenly realized that he was worried about the pressure the media would put on her.

This realization warmed her heart.

"Huo Chen."

She mustered her courage and called his name.

"Ok?"

"Thank you... for everything tonight."

In the darkness, she seemed to see the corners of Huo Chen's mouth turn up slightly, but it was fleeting, so quick as to seem like her imagination.

"Go to sleep, pregnant women need plenty of sleep."

He turned over, his back to her.

Ji Xiaosong smiled and closed her eyes.

Tonight, for the first time, she felt something beyond responsibility in this marriage.

Although it is still very small, it is quietly growing, just like the life inside her.

Outside the window, a bright moon quietly climbed to the treetops, casting its soft light upon the couple who were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

No one noticed that after Huo Chen turned around, his fingers gently traced the hem of his clothes that she had just touched, the movement incredibly gentle.