Chapter 1210: Two in One Day
"Congratulations, Mr. Huang! It's a big, healthy baby boy, weighing ten pounds!" Under Mr. Huang's watchful gaze, the nurse carried out the newborn and presented him to the proud father, deliberately showing off the baby's gender marker.
This was Mr. Huang's first legally recognized child, born to Leng Zhiruo. The hefty ten-pound baby had almost caused his mother unbearable pain during delivery.
After a brief glance at her child, Leng Zhiruo drifted off to sleep with a blissful smile, utterly exhausted. Meanwhile, the nurses worked meticulously to ensure everything was in order. Although the baby appeared perfectly healthy—after all, a ten-pound newborn was undoubtedly well-nourished in the womb—given the father's staggering status and the fact that he had booked the entire hospital, every possible check had to be performed. The hospital couldn’t afford any oversight that might lead to future complications.
Soon, the baby was carried out of the delivery room. Waiting eagerly outside, the grandmother immediately cradled the child, cooing affectionately with terms like "sweetheart," "darling," and "precious," her face glowing with joy.
"This child is so fortunate. His father is the world's richest man. From the moment he’s born, he’ll want for nothing. That’s just how fate works," whispered a few nurses in the delivery room, their voices tinged with envy for the newborn who had only been in the world for mere minutes.
After all, the wealth his father accumulated in those few minutes far exceeded what they could earn in a lifetime. From birth, this child was destined to stand above the rest.
Though mainstream rhetoric preached equality—that the world was fair, that all people were equal, and that humanity’s ultimate goal was universal equality—the bitter irony was that most people strove for the opposite. They worked tirelessly to rise above others, to live better lives than their peers. If effort made no difference, why would anyone bother striving?
But enough digression. Back to the scene: the grandmother was still doting on her precious grandson when a sudden thought darkened her expression. She glanced at Leng Zhiwen beside her and asked quietly, "Zhiwen, any news about your sister?"
"None," Leng Zhiwen shook her head. "My brother-in-law and I have been searching for her, but she refuses to show herself. Don’t worry, Mom. Zhimeng checks in with us every day to confirm she’s safe. She must be doing fine."
"That stubborn girl! We only meant to offer some well-intentioned advice, and she just vanished without a trace. Is she trying to kill me with worry?" The grandmother sighed mournfully. "By my calculations, her due date is the same as Zhiruo’s. She might even give birth today. If only the sisters could be together for this—then I could take care of them both!"
At this thought, she began to weep. Leng Zhiwen could only comfort her mother while shooting Huang He a pointed glare, leaving the latter feeling rather awkward.
Just then, Huang He’s phone rang. Recognizing the number, his expression shifted slightly. He stepped away to take the call, and after a brief exchange, his face grew even grimmer.
Returning hurriedly, he said, "Zhiwen, stay with Mom and your sister. Something urgent has come up—I’ll be back tomorrow."
Hearing this, the grandmother couldn’t hold back. "Xiao Huang, I know your work is important, but look at the situation! Zhiruo needs you right now. How can you just leave like this? Can’t you even spare a single day for your own child?"
The grandmother had always treated Huang He with kindness—she’d never even raised her voice at him, let alone objected when he married both her daughters. Her outburst now was a clear sign of her anger. No one could accept their son-in-law slipping away the moment their daughter gave birth—especially not when Huang He wasn’t some wage slave forced to chase every penny. Why couldn’t he spare a few days for his wife and child?
"Mom..." Huang He hesitated, then confessed, "It’s Zhimeng. You were right earlier. Her people just called—she’s gone into labor. She might deliver today too. I need to fly over and be with her."
"What? Zhimeng’s really giving birth?" The grandmother’s anger instantly gave way to excitement. She grabbed her purse. "Take me with you! I need to be there for her!"
"Alright... but I hope Zhimeng won’t resent me for this," Huang He said, arranging for his mother-in-law to gather her things. Once she was out of earshot, Leng Zhiwen smirked and remarked, "As I recall, Zhimeng said just yesterday that she absolutely didn’t want to see Mom. And now you’ve not only spilled the beans but are taking her along? Aren’t you afraid Zhimeng might die of rage?"
"Who knows? Sometimes what people say and what they truly want are two different things," Huang He retorted with a smirk of his own. "Take you, for example. Every time I ask for a split, you say no—but you still end up stretching those legs straight for me."
"You—!" Leng Zhiwen’s eyes flashed with fury, and she delivered a sharp kick to Huang He’s shin, leaving him grimacing in pain. Of course, the force was controlled—enough to hurt but not injure.
"Ouch... Look, the truth is, this rift between Zhimeng and Mom can’t go on. If they met under normal circumstances, they’d just argue. But with Zhimeng in labor—too weak to talk back and Mom too heartbroken to scold—this is the perfect chance to mend things. If they don’t meet now, it’ll only get worse," Huang He explained, rubbing his sore leg.
"I get that. But are you really going to leave my sister alone here and run off to Zhimeng?" Leng Zhiwen pressed.
"I don’t want to. I’d planned to stay with your sister for a few days after she delivered, then rush to Zhimeng when her time came. But now they’re both due on the same day—what choice do I have? I can’t favor one over the other," Huang He said helplessly.
"You scoundrel. Meeting you was the worst luck for us sisters," Leng Zhiwen sighed. Clearly, she (and Leng Zhiruo) already knew the identity of the father of Zhimeng’s child. Huang He had never tried to hide it, believing that lies only bred more lies and deeper rifts. Honesty from the start was his policy.
Of course, the price for this honesty was a month of hidden bruises beneath his clothes—his flesh red and tender from the sisters’ "disciplinary measures."
"Go. I’ll explain things to my sister when she wakes up," Leng Zhiwen finally relented, allowing Huang He to escort their mother to another city where Leng Zhimeng was already in labor.
As Huang He had predicted, despite her protests, the moment her mother tearfully called out "Mengmeng," Leng Zhimeng buried herself in her mother’s arms and sobbed—though not from emotion, but from sheer agony. The pain of labor had reduced her to tears.
This hospital, like the first, had been entirely booked by Huang He, with every staff member dedicated to Leng Zhimeng’s care. Though Leng Zhimeng herself was the world’s second-richest woman, her fame paled beside her brother-in-law’s, overshadowed even by the so-called "national heartthrob" heirs of lesser tycoons.
The nurses were stunned, wondering what powerful background this beautiful young woman had to command such exclusivity. After all, this was Shanghai’s top private maternity hospital—reserving it entirely was no small feat. Officially, the hospital had announced a month-long "safety inspection," but insiders knew the truth: someone had paid an astronomical sum to block all other patients.
Estimates put the cost at over a billion yuan for the month. Only today, with Huang He’s appearance at the hospital, did the staff realize the truth: this was the wife of the world’s richest man. No wonder money was no object.
Of course, every nurse had signed airtight NDAs, and all personal devices had been confiscated. Even if they knew the secret, leaking it was impossible.
Still, one brave nurse approached and asked, "Sir, ma’am, the delivery room is ready. Would you like to accompany the mother inside?"
In 2009, husband-attended births were still rare in hospitals, but for Huang He, it was no issue—not when he owned the place.
Yet the question gave the grandmother pause. Until now, her focus had been solely on her daughter’s well-being. But hearing the nurse’s words, realization dawned. Her eyes locked onto her son-in-law, scrutinizing him until beads of sweat formed on his forehead.