Hidden Marriage: A Heaven-sent Billionaire Husband Chapter 2770: Twins

Editor: Henyee Translations

Song Hanzhi indicated his doctor's name tag, forcing Su Zhuoqian to halt his footsteps reluctantly.

Outside the room, he paced anxiously to and fro. Once the initial thrill subsided, recollections of those anguished screams from the obstetrics ward flooded back, stirring a wave of solemn emotions that overwhelmed him.

A mix of conflicting sentiments kept pulling at his heart. He treasured this chance to stay by Qiao Weiyang's side for their child's birth. Yet, anxiety and distress soon took over, leaving him unable to forgive himself for impregnating her so suddenly.

Song Hanzhi emerged alongside Qiao Weiyang and noticed Su Zhuoqian's face shifting through various expressions, his gaze shadowed and veins prominent in his eyes.

“Uh… Weiyang, did you do anything to disappoint President Su?” Song Hanzhi ventured cautiously.

Qiao Weiyang shot him an eye roll. “What do you think?”

“With your standards, I doubt you'd fancy anyone else.”

“Hubby,” Qiao Weiyang called out to Su Zhuoqian.

Upon hearing this, Su Zhuoqian finally settled his nerves.

As Qiao Weiyang approached him, he dropped his gaze. “So, the outcome is…”

“I'm expecting,” Qiao Weiyang whispered gently. “Over a month along.”

Su Zhuoqian muttered a curse under his breath, “Damn it.”

“Should I get rid of it?” Qiao Weiyang questioned.

“No way.” Su Zhuoqian gripped her hand firmly. “I'm berating myself. I realize childbirth brings immense suffering, yet I still…”

Qiao Weiyang's eyes sparkled brightly. “No child would exist without my consent. This is our shared decision.”

Gazing up at him earnestly, she declared, “I'm willing.”

She willingly bore his child.

No force involved.

All for him.

Su Zhuoqian pulled her into an embrace, pressing his face into her shoulder. These words rang as the sweetest declaration of love he'd ever received.

Aware of Qiao Weiyang's pregnancy, Xiao Bao and Jingyun brimmed with anticipation.

“I wonder if it'll be a little brother or sister?” Xiao Bao mused. “A sister gets all my toys!”

“And if it's a brother?” Jingyun probed.

“He can play wherever. I've got you as my brother already.”

“I'm the elder brother here.”

Xiao Bao giggled, “Hehe, nope, I'm your big brother!”

Su Zhuoqian appeared fully geared up for this. His longing for a daughter surpassed even Xiao Bao's.

Clearly, Xiao Bao and Jingyun mirrored their father.

Should Qiao Weiyang deliver a girl, she'd resemble her mother—smiling sweetly, speaking in a soft, endearing tone, exquisitely beautiful.

The debt he owed Qiao Weiyang could be repaid through their daughter.

“Weiyang, I'll have Xinyue come stay with you for a couple of days,” he murmured tenderly.

“Sure, whatever you decide.” Qiao Weiyang understood his intentions perfectly.

Su Bei had birthed Xinyue after her twin sons.

Su Zhuoqian yearned to mirror that pattern exactly, wishing for Qiao Weiyang to have a girl too.

To that end, he turned to superstitions, convinced that more time with Xinyue would ensure a daughter's arrival.

Come morning, Xinyue arrived.

“Here I am!” Xinyue dashed in. “My nephew…”

Instantly, she sensed hostile glares from one grown-up and two kids.

Recalling her mother's warning just before departure, Xinyue corrected herself swiftly. “My niece!”

The tension dissolved at last.

Xinyue sidled up to Qiao Weiyang and gently placed a hand on her belly. “So quick! Your wedding feels like yesterday, yet now I have a niece on the way.”

“Caught me by surprise too. Luckily, I haven't begun new projects. Plenty of time for the baby.”

“Alas, your fans will be heartbroken.”

Qiao Weiyang grinned. Fan worries didn't faze her; she'd stockpiled ads beforehand. They'd release gradually, keeping supporters content for now.

“Hey, will this hold up your schedule?” Qiao Weiyang inquired.

Xinyue propped her chin on her palm. “Nah, just finished a film. I was hoping to… Never mind.”

Noticing the sudden gloom on her face, Qiao Weiyang turned to Su Zhuoqian. “Hubby, could you brew me some coffee?”

“We'll assist!” Jingyun and Xiao Bao jumped up promptly.

Su Zhuoqian led the boys away.

“What's bothering you?” Qiao Weiyang pressed.

With her, Xinyue held nothing back. “Figured since Luo Lin wrapped his last movie, he'd squeeze in a meal with me. Instead, he just video-chatted briefly before diving into another gig. How many is he juggling now?”

“Feeling let down?”

Xinyue nodded, then gave a wry smile. “But I never mentioned it first. Can't blame him for not clearing his calendar.”

“He wouldn't guess unless you speak up.”

“Then I'll drop it… No need to tell him.” Xinyue shook her head.

Luo Lin's path to success had been tough. She'd prioritize his career over mushy feelings, unwilling to hinder him.

Qiao Weiyang offered a knowing smile, refraining from pushing.

Su Zhuoqian returned, setting down two glasses of milk before Qiao Weiyang and Xinyue.

“Milk for me too?” Xinyue's lips quirked.

“To keep Weiyang from eyeing your drink.”

Since discovering Qiao Weiyang's pregnancy, coffee's aroma had been off-limits to her.

Even Su Zhuoqian stuck to milk at home.

Qiao Weiyang let out a helpless sigh, lifting her milk glass.

Xinyue: “…”

What more could one expect?

As the baby grew inside, Qiao Weiyang's belly started showing subtle pregnancy signs.

That said, it remained fairly discreet overall.

Her statuesque build and long limbs concealed it well under baggy outfits.

This ten-month pregnancy for Qiao Weiyang proved far smoother and less taxing.

Before she knew it, her due date loomed near.

Perched outside the hospital's maternity ward, she watched Su Zhuoqian peer intently through the glass.

Prenatal classes for expectant mothers and families were scheduled.

Plenty of moms attended, but family rarely joined.

Su Zhuoqian never missed a single one.

At first, all eyes fixed on him.

Over time, folks adjusted; the Su Group head showed up punctually for lessons.

Due to his stature, he claimed the back row seat. Still, he arrived with notebook and pen, jotting down the instructor's every word.

Growing weary of the session, Qiao Weiyang requested a break outside. After escorting her, Su Zhuoqian resumed attentively.

Class over, Su Zhuoqian stepped out into the sunset glow.

Qiao Weiyang rose, easing her aching back, and beamed at him.

“Got all today's notes.” He approached, clasping Qiao Weiyang's hand while lifting his notebook proudly.