The CEO's Porcelain Wife

Evidence

As night fell, the helicopter landed steadily at the Hong Kong Conmin Hospital. As the cabin door opened, doctors and nurses were already waiting outside. Qing'er's mother was immediately placed on a stretcher.

Sima Chun exchanged a few words with the hospital director and then boarded the helicopter and left in a hurry.

Qing'er’s mother was pushed in a wheelchair by a group of doctors and nurses from one examination room to another.

And she could only sit in the chair and wait for news.

“Miss Sima, please come with me to the director’s office,” the director said gently.

“The patient's test results will be available in two hours. After the examination, the patient will be admitted to a luxurious private room. The hospital will arrange for four full-time special nurses to take care of the patient in rotating six-hour shifts. If the patient or Miss Sima finds that any of the special nurses are derelict or negligent during their work time, we will replace her immediately. Also, Miss Sima, if you need any help from the hospital, you can come to me at any time.”

“Thank you, Director,” Sima Qing said, bowing deeply to the director. “May I ask the director, what is the daily cost for my mother’s care at the hospital with these arrangements?”

“Miss Sima does not need to worry about the costs, the hospital will handle it.” He was not stupid enough to state such an astronomical figure that would frighten her. He knew he wouldn’t fare well with Sima Chun, and the way Sima Chun had looked at her when he had left the helicopter, it was clear how important she was to him.

“Does the director mean that the hospital will cover the costs?” she asked, confused.

“Miss Sima can interpret it as special assistance from the hospital.”

“Chun’er, come and see what’s going on!” As Sima Chun stepped into the house, his father, Sima Yuwen, immediately questioned him, brandishing a newspaper.

“Dad, you called me back for this?” He didn’t even glance at the newspaper.

“Your grandma was forcibly sent home from headquarters, and only woke up after being rescued in the hospital. I ask that you consider that your grandma loves you very much and develop this matter in a positive direction. Although you grew up with your grandpa and I rarely taught you the principles of being a man, a responsible man won’t ignore his own child. I believe, there isn’t a woman in this world with enough nerve to fool you like this. Face reality,” Sima Yuwen said seriously.

“Dad, you don't believe this, do you?”

“Chun’er, only you know the truth. Whether I believe it or not isn’t important. What’s important is that a grandson of the Sima family must not be allowed to live outside our family.” Sima Yuwen’s tone was soft but firm.

“Because Miss Nana keeps insisting on having the twins aborted, your grandma and mommy have already brought her to stay in the villa in Tsim Sha Tsui.”

“That shameless, stinky woman.” Sima Chun’s face turned green with anger as he headed out.

Sima Yuwen stood up and threw him a warning: “You better settle your grandma and mommy down before you deal with your matter. If anything happens to your grandma, I’ll never forgive you.”

The answer was a resounding slam of the door.

Tsim Sha Tsui Villa.

The large screen in the security monitoring room displayed a car speeding towards the villa from a distance. The magnified camera showed Sima Chun and the guard quickly pressed the button to open the gate. Thankfully, it opened in time, only a second or two later and there might have been a problem, as the car sped through the gate and came to a screeching halt at the entrance of the main hall.

“Young Master, An Da asks you to answer the phone,” the housekeeper, Uncle An, said anxiously.

“Young Master, I have evidence proving that the children are not yours. Would you have time to come to headquarters?” An Da said confidently.

“I already know they’re not mine. I don’t have the time to come.” He wasn’t in a good mood to speak to anyone right now.

“Uncle An, where is that woman?” Sima Chun asked, his eyes flashing green.

“Young Master, please listen to Uncle An,” the housekeeper respectfully said: “You don't need to give the woman evidence, but you need to give the Old Madam and Madam proof that the children are not yours. This matter has spread through all of Hong Kong. The Old Madam and Madam are both a million percent certain that the children are their grandchildren, twins even. That's such a big temptation for the old ladies who have been waiting for great-grandchildren like they've been waiting for the stars and the moon. Right now, the Old Madam isn’t leaving Miss Nana’s side. Your father called me just now and repeatedly told me, the Old Madam must not be allowed to have any kind of accident. Please think it over, Young Master.” Uncle An was An Da’s father. He was over sixty years old and had been dutifully and diligently running the Sima family’s household for many years, and Sima Chun had great respect for him.

“Oh, the Young Master, you finally came back.” Gao Suqing didn’t have a good look on her face when she saw her son.

“Mommy, you and grandma are being too much,” Sima Chun said, his tone also less than polite.

“Really? Are we being too much? I called you more than ten times a day, and you didn’t come back. Nana insisted on having the children aborted. So, tell me, who’s being too much? And, we wouldn’t have known if Nana hadn’t said it, that you give every woman you sleep with a birth control pill and they must take it. Your grandma and I were wondering why no woman has ever come to our door pregnant claiming to be carrying your child! Ha, you wanted to let the Sima family die out without any offspring, didn’t you?” Gao Suqing’s anger grew stronger as she spoke. Uncle An quickly handed her a cup of tea. “Madam, please calm down, drink some tea and calm your anger.”

Sima Chun sat on the sofa without saying a word.

“What? Don’t have anything to say? Aren’t you very eloquent, my Young Master? I haven’t said anything that isn’t true, right?” Gao Suqing said, wanting to put him in his place. “You definitely came here to say the children are not yours, right? Don’t be naive. Your grandma and I are certain the children are yours. No woman has the guts to try and trick you. Accept your fate.”

Sima Chun still didn’t say anything. Gao Suqing’s tone became softer. “Now that you’re here, go upstairs to see Miss Nana, and don’t make your grandma unhappy.”

Sima Chun didn’t even look at her, turning around and heading for the door. Gao Suqing rushed to the door and said loudly, “There’s no use in running away. Tomorrow every newspaper in Hong Kong will publish news about you getting married.”