The CEO's Porcelain Wife

The Empire Building

"Young Master, please calm down, it’s all An Da’s incompetence that let these trivial matters interfere with you," An Da said, apologizing first.

“What’s it got to do with you? Did you forget to give her the pill?” Sima Chun glared at him, furious.

In An Da’s memory, the Young Master had never gotten so angry with him before, and in the ten years he had followed Sima Chun, he had never made a mistake.

“I didn't give her the pill that time.” An Da said truthfully.

“Are you saying the child could be mine?” Sima Chun’s eyes flashed as if he wanted to kill him the next second.

“But I can confirm that the children aren’t yours.”

“Go on,” Sima Chun said, calming down a bit, his tone a lot softer.

“Ten years ago, Young Master, you returned to Hong Kong after graduating from your studies in China, and took over the position of President of the Sima Group. At the same time, I also graduated from the Chinese Federal Special Forces School and came to the Sima Group to become your personal bodyguard. From my first day to yesterday, I have recorded your schedule every day. Regarding the matter of Young Master needing to take pills after seeing your girlfriend, I have video recordings of every single time. Please check the computer.”

An Da inserted a disc, and a woman's face immediately appeared on the computer.

“Do you remember who she is, Young Master?”

Sima Chun shook his head.

“This is your 90th girlfriend, whom I have on file. She was a has-been movie star when you met her. You met her in a hotel elevator in a five-star hotel. After getting out of the elevator, you both went straight into your presidential suite. I was by your side at the time. Half an hour after you went in, you called me to go buy a mink coat. By the time I got back, she was already gone. Young Master, you were asleep then. This woman is Miss Nana.”

“I immediately sensed something was wrong. Why would she leave without taking the expensive coat? By the time I chased her downstairs, she had already disappeared. So, I used all the channels I could to find out who she was. It took me three hours. Young Master, please watch this. This is a video of me putting medicine in her juice cup three hours later. This is a video of her drinking the juice in three sips. The medicine is colorless and odorless, it dissolves completely when it touches liquid, and has no side effects, she had no idea.”

“Alright, I don’t want to talk about this anymore. You and Uncle An can take care of it. Those two old women in my family are driving me crazy, but I can’t afford to offend them either.” Sima Chun had a subtle premonition that something else might happen.

“Young Master, there’s something I don’t know if I should say,” An Da said hesitantly.

“Go ahead, you’re like a brother to me,” Sima Chun said, patting him on the shoulder with trust.

“It’s about time Young Master gets married. I see that the Old Madam and Madam are also quite pitiful, seeing as you have such a huge family business, both of the old ladies would definitely like to have grandchildren to enjoy in their later years."

“An Da, aren't I looking for someone?” Sima Chun looked at him, puzzled.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” An Da said, scratching his head, as though suddenly enlightened.

The clear sound of the phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

“President, Manager Wang just called me with an urgent request. He asks that you fly to China tomorrow morning. He can’t hold on much longer,” Lin Yue said urgently on the phone.

“I know. Lin Yue, please notify all the major newspapers and publications, and if anyone dares to publish even a bit about me tomorrow, I’ll have them shut down. Also, tell those newspapers who published that rubbish the last couple of days to retract everything. If they don’t want to be shut down.” Sima Chun felt like he had to show some of his power, or some people, like those two women at home, might think of him as a sick cat.

“An Da, pass this to Uncle An and the legal department. We’re going to China tomorrow morning.” Sima Chun picked up his car keys, ready to leave.

“Okay, Young Master, are you going out again?” An Da asked, trying to remind him that he hadn’t slept in two days.

“Oh, you don’t need to follow me.”

An Da watched him, sighing, thinking, The magic of love is truly powerful.

He gently turned the doorknob and saw Sima Qing asleep on the sofa in the living room. The special nurse was also dozing off by the bedside, and only Qing’er’s mother was wide awake, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

“Young Master, you’re still here so late,” Qing’er’s mother said, sitting up.

“I have a business trip in a few days, so I came to see you now,” he replied respectfully.

The special nurse and Sima Qing had both woken up from the noise.

“Big brother,” she said, like a child, running over and hooking her arm into his, not letting go. Sima Chun was secretly delighted by this action.

“Qing’er, have you had dinner?” He then lovingly patted her head.

“I had some at the hospital. Have you eaten?” she asked with a smile, pointing to his stomach, which was growling.

She was finally smiling. Although she looked like a mischievous child, he really liked seeing her smiling, with her cheeks flushed like flowers. He was lost in thought for a moment.

Sima Qing, grabbing his arm, was laughing with her head bent over, “Your stomach is making such a scary sound!”

Qing'er’s mother was watching her daughter in a daze. In over ten years, her daughter had never laughed so happily before. She hoped Hong Kong would be a good start for her. Her daughter was carrying such a heavy burden at a young age, it was too pitiful.

Sima Chun gently held her upright: “Would you like to go eat something with big brother?”

“Okay,” she said, still smiling.

Sima Chun turned to Qing'er’s mother: “Auntie, we’re going to grab something to eat, I’ll take her back in a bit.”

“Oh, go ahead.”

“Special Nurse, please remember to lock the door at night from now on. It wasn’t locked when I came in just now,” Sima Chun reminded the nurse as he was leaving.

“Okay, I will.” The special nurse looked at him with disdain.

“Are you related to that gentleman?” the nurse asked cautiously.

“Oh, yes, why?” Qing’er’s mother was aware that the nurse had something to say.

“Do you know if he’s really going to marry that actress?” she asked, seemingly very interested in the answer.

“Which actress are you talking about?” Qing’er’s mother said, confused.

“Which other actress? The one who is pregnant with his child! Didn’t you know, the entire city of Hong Kong knows about this. I heard she’s moved into his house,” she said, handing a newspaper from the coffee table to Qing’er’s mother.