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

Chapter 296 The Heroine of an Old-Fashioned Romance Novel, Part 16 (The End)

Three days later, Ji Xiaosong finally woke up.

When she opened her eyes, snow was falling outside the window, and the only sound in the ward was the ticking of the medical equipment.

Huo Chen sat on the edge of the bed, his suit was wrinkled beyond recognition, and his eyes were dark and swollen, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept for a long time.

Upon seeing her wake up, he abruptly stood up, his eyes instantly reddening.

“…You’re awake.” His voice was incredibly hoarse.

Ji Xiaosong smiled weakly and asked softly, "Where's the child?"

Huo Chen pursed his lips, turned around and went to the next room to bring back two small swaddled babies.

Ji Xiaosong looked at the two sleeping babies, her eyes slightly warm.

She reached out and gently touched her daughter's little face, then stroked her son's little hand, and tears finally streamed down her face silently.

Huo Chen stood to the side, quietly watching her, and suddenly asked in a low voice:

"Ji Xiaosong, is there anything you want to say to me?"

Ji Xiaosong paused for a moment.

She slowly raised her eyes and met Huo Chen's deep gaze.

What is he waiting for?

Waiting for her to say "I love you"? Waiting for her to say "I won't leave"?

But she couldn't give him that promise.

She lowered her eyelashes and whispered, "...Thank you."

Huo Chen froze.

He stared intently at her, his eyes churning with suppressed emotions, but in the end he simply turned away dejectedly and strode out of the ward.

The door slammed shut, and Ji Xiaosong watched his retreating figure before gently closing her eyes.

That's fine.

It's better to make him hate her than to make him love her.

Hatred may fade with time, but obsession will not.

She didn't want to become his lifelong obsession.

……

But Huo Chen eventually returned.

In the middle of the night, Ji Xiaosong was awakened by a slight noise. When she opened her eyes, she found Huo Chen sitting by the bed, silently watching her.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, outlining his sharp features and revealing the deep, unyielding pain in his eyes.

"...What exactly do you want from me?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Ji Xiaosong was stunned.

Huo Chen leaned down, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath hot:

"I admit defeat, Ji Xiaosong."

"I'll give you whatever you want."

"Just don't... do this to me again."

His voice was so low it was almost choked, like a cornered beast finally driven to the brink, abandoning all pride and begging for a shred of pity from her.

Ji Xiaosong's heart skipped a beat.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

How could she tell him that she was destined to leave?

How could she tell him that it was all a scam from the very beginning?

She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked his face, her fingertips touching a damp patch.

Huo Chen...cried?

This realization made her feel a tightness and pain in her chest, almost making it hard to breathe.

“…I’m sorry,” she said softly.

Huo Chen suddenly grabbed her wrist, his voice hoarse: "I don't want to apologize!"

I want you to live!

I want you... to stay by my side!

His voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest, carrying a long-suppressed despair and madness.

Ji Xiaosong looked at his red eyes and suddenly smiled.

She leaned closer and placed a very light kiss on his lips.

"Okay." she said.

This was the only time in her life she lied to him.

Huo Chen froze the moment he heard the word "good".

He couldn't believe his ears, and his fingers unconsciously tightened, almost crushing Ji Xiaosong's wrist.

“Say it again.” His voice was hoarse, and his eyes gleamed with an almost obsessive light.

Ji Xiaosong looked at him, a slight smile playing on her lips, her amber eyes gleaming gently in the moonlight: "I said, okay."

Huo Chen's breath hitched, and he suddenly pulled her into his arms, his strength so great that he almost wanted to knead her into his very bones.

His chest heaved violently, his heart pounding deafeningly, as if a dying man had finally grasped at the last straw.

You'd better remember what you said today.

He gritted his teeth, his voice filled with an undeniable ruthlessness, "If you dare to lie to me..."

Ji Xiaosong gently patted his back, as if soothing an enraged beast: "I'm not lying to you."

Huo Chen buried his face in the crook of her neck and took a deep breath, as if trying to etch her scent into his soul.

Outside the window, the snow was still falling.

One month later, at the Huo family's old residence.

Ji Xiaosong sat on the carpet in the nursery, playing with the two little ones who had just turned one month old.

Her daughter, Huo Nian'an, was babbling and holding her fingers, while her son, Huo Niansong, quietly opened his big eyes and looked at the world with curiosity.

"Madam, Mr. Huo is back," the butler whispered at the door.

Ji Xiaosong looked up and saw Huo Chen standing at the door, dressed in a sharp suit and holding a document in his hand.

His stern expression softened instantly when his gaze fell upon her and the children.

"Why are you up so early today?" she asked with a smile.

Huo Chen walked over, knelt on one knee beside her, kissed his daughter's forehead first, then his son's cheek, and finally looked at her: "I missed you."

For the past month, he has been by her side almost every step of the way, even changing important company meetings to video conferences.

Ji Xiaosong's health has recovered well, but he is still very careful, afraid that she might feel even the slightest discomfort.

Ji Xiaosong took the document from his hand and found that it was an equity transfer agreement, in which Huo Chen transferred 20% of Huo's shares under his name to his two children.

"This is……"

"A gift for An'an and Songsong," Huo Chen said casually, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Ji Xiaosong knew what this meant.

A 20% stake in the Huo family is enough to ensure that the two children will live a life of comfort and security, and even in the event of any accident involving Huo Chen, it will guarantee them absolute control.

She looked up at Huo Chen and found him gazing at her with complex emotions in his eyes that she couldn't decipher.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Huo Chen reached out and stroked her cheek, his thumb gently caressing the corner of her eye: "You've been...very happy lately?"

Ji Xiaosong paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Of course, the children are very healthy, and you are too..."

She couldn't finish her sentence because Huo Chen suddenly kissed her.

The kiss was forceful and undeniably assertive, yet it softened dramatically the moment it touched her lips, as if confirming something.

When he finally let go of her, both of them were breathing erratically.

“Ji Xiaosong,” he said, his voice low as he pressed his forehead against hers, “don’t leave me.”

This is not a request, it is a command.

Looking into his eyes, which were so close to hers, Ji Xiaosong suddenly realized that Huo Chen had actually known all along.

He knew her gentleness was an illusion, that her promises were lies, and perhaps even...

I guessed she would eventually leave.

But he still chose to play along with her in this act, just so he could keep her around for a little longer.

It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping her heart tightly, and Ji Xiaosong instinctively hugged her daughter in her arms even tighter.

The little one felt uncomfortable from being constricted and burst into tears.

Huo Chen immediately took the child and skillfully patted her back, but his gaze never left Ji Xiaosong's face.

“I’ve had dinner prepared,” he said calmly, “it’s your favorite traditional dishes.”

Ji Xiaosong nodded, trying to suppress the emotions surging in her chest.

In the stillness of the night, Ji Xiaosong stood in front of the French windows, gazing at the white camellias blooming in the garden.

Huo Chen wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder: "What are you thinking about?"

Ji Xiaosong leaned against him and whispered, "I remember the first time we met."

Huo Chen chuckled softly, "You were drunk back then, and you almost hit me with a bottle."

"Then why are you still..."

Why do I still need you?

Huo Chen picked up on her words, tightening his grip on her arm, "Because from the moment you glared at me, I knew that you were destined to be mine."

Ji Xiaosong closed her eyes, letting his breath surround her.

She knew that time was running out.

The mission was complete, and Rongrong stayed by her side the whole time, reminding her that the time to leave was approaching.

“Huo Chen,” she suddenly turned around, cupped his face in her hands, “promise me one thing.”

Huo Chen narrowed his eyes: "What?"

"If I'm gone one day, you must take good care of An'an and Songsong."

Her voice was soft, but every word was clear: "Don't let them become a second you... and don't let them forget me."

Huo Chen's expression instantly turned cold. He grabbed her wrist, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "You're saying that again!"

Ji Xiaosong didn't struggle, she just looked at him quietly and said, "Promise me."

The two faced off for a long time, and Huo Chenxian was eventually defeated.

He dejectedly let go of his hand, turned around and walked to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a glass of whiskey and drank it all in one gulp.

"I promise you." He had his back to her, his voice hoarse, "but you also have to promise me not to do anything foolish."

Ji Xiaosong smiled but did not answer.

Three days later, in the early morning, Huo Chen found Ji Xiaosong in the nursery.

She leaned against the cradle, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

Sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, bathing her in a golden glow that made her seem almost unreal.

"Xiao Song?" Huo Chen called her softly, "Go back to bed and sleep."

She didn't respond.

Huo Chen's heart sank. He strode forward, his fingers trembling as he probed for her carotid artery.

A silence.

His world collapsed at that moment.

"Ji Xiaosong!"

He scooped her up in his arms, his voice filled with unprecedented panic, "Wake up! Stop playing around!"

The woman in his arms remained quietly with her eyes closed, a faint smile even playing on her lips, as if she were simply having a beautiful dream.

Huo Chen frantically pressed the call button, and doctors and bodyguards rushed into the room instantly, but everyone knew it was too late.

Ji Xiaosong is gone.

Without warning, without pain, just as she had planned, she quietly left this world the moment her mission was completed.

Holding her gradually cooling body, Huo Chen finally understood her unusual behavior during this period.

Those tender moments, those promises, those passionate nights...

All of these are preludes to farewell.

She had already decided to leave, yet she cruelly gave him a month of illusion.

"You lied to me..." he whispered hoarsely in her ear, "You promised..."

A tear fell onto Ji Xiaosong's pale cheek and slid down her cheek, as if she were crying too.

Outside the window, camellias were blown down by the wind, their pure white petals fluttering down like a snowfall.

Huo Chen held her tightly, as if that would prevent her from leaving.

But the warmth in her arms was slowly fading, as if she had never truly belonged to this world.

But in the end, he still couldn't keep her.