Chapter 1: Pregnancy

Luo Nanchu was working the night shift.

Her stray hair was tucked behind her ears, and even with a medical mask on, one could tell there was a beautiful face beneath it. Her visible eyes were lively and captivating, with fair skin.

Entertainment news was broadcasting.

She caught a familiar name—Fu Hansheng.

“Elite circle’s rising star Fu Hansheng and popular starlet Song Feiwan’s romance is suspected to be exposed.”

“Fu Hansheng was seen entering and leaving Song Feiwan’s home late at night.”

Luo Nanchu lifted her gaze to the screen, her expression dimming slightly.

The man’s back was somewhat blurry—a tall figure with broad shoulders and an upright posture, only half of his profile visible. But it wasn’t hard to recognize the distinguished man in the photo as Fu Hansheng.

From age eighteen to twenty-four, Luo Nanchu had followed him for six full years.

Two years ago, she and Fu Hansheng got married.

She thought she could eventually warm this cold stone, but over these two years, all she got was repeated gossip about Fu Hansheng and Song Feiwan.

Lowering her eyes, she closed the news and continued with her work.

Her colleague Jia Tiantian excitedly waved her phone in front of her:

“Dr. Luo, don’t you think Fu Hansheng and Song Feiwan are a perfect match?”

“Truly a talented man and a beautiful woman.”

“One is a distinguished CEO, the other a popular starlet—I’m totally shipping them, ahhh!”

Luo Nanchu’s lips curved slightly:

“They are quite compatible.”

“Let’s get back to work.”

She and Fu Hansheng hadn’t held a wedding—they only obtained a marriage certificate—and didn’t publicize it widely. Only close friends and family knew about their marriage.

Fu Hansheng still maintained a single image in public.

The next moment, her phone rang.

Luo Nanchu’s eyelashes fluttered when she saw the caller ID. She said softly:

“Fu Hansheng.”

The man’s voice was deep and cool:

“I’m on a business trip and won’t be back tonight. Don’t wait up.”

Luo Nanchu:

“Understood.”

Business trip?

Then who was the person stirring up rumors with Song Feiwan outside the cinema?

The sky was faintly brightening, tinged with the pale light of dawn.

Luo Nanchu took off her white coat, her slender, beautiful fingers washing leisurely under the running water.

After cleaning up, she pulled out a few tissues to dry her hands.

She took her coat from the hanger, draped it over her shoulders, and left the hospital.

Returning home, she was already accustomed to the empty house.

The bookshelf in the corner was piled with Song Feiwan’s magazines.

Luo Nanchu was awakened by a phone call less than three hours after she fell asleep. The ringing was insistent, like a relentless alarm.

The caller got straight to the point:

“Come to the hospital. Something’s happened.”
Hearing this, she immediately sprang out of bed, washed up, and rushed to the hospital.

She changed into her white coat and put on a mask. Beneath her stray hairs were beautiful eyes, lively and bright.

Jia Tiantian looked anxious. In the emergency and obstetrics departments, she dreaded seeing such urgent expressions on patients and colleagues, it always meant trouble.

Catching her breath, Jia Tiantian spoke hurriedly:

“Dr. Luo, there’s been a major traffic accident on the viaduct to the airport. Many are injured.”

“Song Feiwan is among them.”

“There’s a crowd of reporters outside, all waiting for news about Song Feiwan.”

Luo Nanchu immediately ran out but suddenly froze in her tracks.

Fu Hansheng’s clothes were disheveled and stained with blood as he sprinted toward the operating room, holding a blood-soaked woman in his arms.

His expression was stern, his bone structure refined, with sharp contours and deep, distinct features.

When she saw the woman in his arms, Luo Nanchu felt the blood in her veins run cold.

She stood frozen in place.

He had told her he was away on business, yet here he was holding Song Feiwan at the hospital.

The man frowned coldly and demanded:

“What are you standing there for? Save her.”

The sharpness in his eyes made Luo Nanchu’s heart tremble.

“Place her on the stretcher.”

“Several nurses will accompany me into the operating room.”

Song Feiwan was eight weeks pregnant.

Luo Nanchu’s hands trembled slightly as she read the report, nearly dropping it.

Her voice was slightly hoarse:

“Proceed with the surgery immediately.”

On the operating table, Song Feiwan lay with pale lips, looking pitiful and vulnerable.

She grasped Luo Nanchu’s hand:

“You must save mine and Hansheng’s child. I’m begging you.”

Luo Nanchu looked down at her:

“I’m a doctor.”

“This is my duty.”

As she picked up the scalpel, a tear rolled down from the corner of Luo Nanchu’s eye.

She blinked back the tears, took a deep breath, and lowered her head to focus completely on the surgery.

She handled the scalpel with practiced ease—she had performed this procedure countless times.

But this time was the most difficult.

When she saw Fu Hansheng carrying Song Feiwan into the gynecology department, her heart had shattered into pieces with an audible crash.

Luo Nanchu hardly dared to think further. Everyone in the operating room held their breath.

The man outside was Fu Hansheng, CEO of MS Group, the elite circle’s crown prince.

He had gone to study in the United States at eighteen, becoming a Wall Street legend at that young age. He stirred waves in the volatile stock market and became an indispensable right-hand man in Wall Street finance.

No one dared to cross him.

What if the child in Song Feiwan’s womb was Fu Hansheng’s only heir?

Luo Nanchu did her best.
The pregnancy was still in its early stages, and Song Feiwan had lost too much blood. Saving her life was already a miracle.

Luo Nanchu’s surgical gloves were stained with blood, her stray hairs damp, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

“The surgery is over.”

“Don’t break the news about the lost child too directly to the patient. Inform her family first.”

“Wait until the patient’s emotions have stabilized before telling her.”

Luo Nanchu changed out of her white coat and washed her hands with soap.

Jia Tiantian approached her:

“Dr. Luo, you seem upset?”

“Your eyes are a bit red. Didn’t you sleep well? You should go rest after this surgery.”

Luo Nanchu glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

She did look rather unwell.

Her eyes were slightly red-rimmed.

She forced a smile:

“I really didn’t sleep well. I only managed three hours of sleep.”

“Then my supervisor called repeatedly and summoned me here.”

“Can’t be helped in our line of work.”

Jia Tiantian nodded and sighed:

“Alas.”

Outside the operating room, Fu Hansheng stood waiting.

He looked anxious—a rare display of unease from this usually composed and steady man. It was the first time Luo Nanchu had seen such emotion on his face.

Panic and fear.

His voice was hoarse:

“How is the child?”

Luo Nanchu met his narrow eyes directly, as if searching for answers in his gaze, or hoping he would say something.

But he offered no explanation.

Luo Nanchu asked:

“Fu Hansheng.”

“Is the child yours?”

As the words left her mouth, her heart gave a faint lurch.

Fu Hansheng stared straight back into her eyes, his gaze frank and open.

He remained silent, a faint smile curling his lips.

Then he said:

“I asked you, was the child saved?”

“Dr. Luo.”

The man’s voice was faint, emphasizing the words “Dr. Luo” with a slight nasal tone, making it sound lazy.

Her breath hitched abruptly, and she clenched her fingers.

“The baby didn’t make it.”

The man’s brows furrowed slightly.

He said:

“I know.”

Fu Hansheng said nothing more and turned to enter the hospital room, while Luo Nanchu quietly reddened at the corners of her eyes.
Inside the room, Song Feiwan cried for a long time after learning that she had lost her baby.

Fu Hansheng gently held her:

“Wanwan, we can have another child.”

“Don’t cry anymore.”

Song Feiwan sobbed intermittently, biting her lower lip hard, her shoulders trembling violently with each sob.

“Hansheng, tell me.”

“Did she intentionally kill my baby?”

“She killed our child.”

“Will you divorce her?”

Fu Hansheng held Song Feiwan’s shoulders and looked into her eyes:

“Wanwan, you’re too worked up.”

“We can have another child.”

Song Feiwan cried herself to exhaustion before finally falling asleep.

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