Assistant Qin stepped forward, his movements precise and practiced, as he guided Wang Zichen's hands to cradle Azalea's tiny head, "Just support her like this," he said, his voice calm.
Wang Zichen's jaw tightened, this was harder anything he ever did, but he followed Assistant Qin's instructions, lowering the baby into the crib with care that seemed so foreign to him.
For a moment, he stood there, staring down at Azalea, his expression unreadable, "Add her name to the family register."
"Her name?" Rowan asked with uncertainty.
"Azalea's name" Bellingham then added, "Wang Meiyue."
"Yes Director," He then reminded him, "Mr. Whitmore is waiting, He said it's urgent."
Wang Zichen didn't respond, his gaze lingering on Azalea's tiny sleeping form and her pursed mouth. His composure for a moment seemed to waver, before he straightened and turned away with, "Call the nanny to watch over her."
Assistant Qin pressed the bell to which Jessica, the nanny came in within seconds, after giving her instructions, he walked out as soon as he could to get to Wang Zichen who was already few steps in front with his bodyguards' entourage.
One hour later, Chen Yiran stirred awake to the soft touch of the nanny's hand on her shoulder, "Miss Chen," Jessica said gently, "It's time to feed the Young Mistress. We haven't hired a wet nurse yet and you insisted on doing it yourself."
Chen Yiran blinked, disoriented. "Who is the Young Mistress?" She asked, still confused of her whereabouts.
"Your daughter, Wang Meiyue," Jessica answered her without any questions or expressions as Chen Yiran was known for her ugly temper and it was normal for some parents to forget they gave birth.
'Oh right! I have a daughter now!'
Chen Yiran hesitated. It felt like an instinct, she settled her carefully. Azalea latched on quickly, her tiny fingers curling against Chen Yiran's gown. Even after feeding her, she remained wide awake, her eyes unblinking as she stared up at her mother.
"You curious little moon!" Chen Yiran mused as she taped Aza on her nose lightly.
"She's strong," The nanny smiled as she added, "Your food is here Miss Chen."
As much as Chen Yiran (Chuxia) hated the sick person food meant to get back a patient's energy, which was the same as what she was having, she was too hungry to care about that with hunger and exhaustion clouding her thoughts.
When she was done, an uneasy feeling settled in her chest.
She needed answers.
"My phone," she said suddenly, "Where is it?"
Jessica hesitated, "It should be in your bedroom. I'll fetch it."
Chen Yiran frowned, 'I'm not in the hospital? Then what room is this?'
She finally looked around properly. The pristine white sheets, the subtle scent of antiseptics, the tucked-away medical tools-this wasn't just a bedroom.
It was a labor room.
Her lips parted slightly, 'I gave birth in my own house?'
So rich!
Jessica returned and handed over her phone. Unlocking the phone was now a challenge! She didn't remember anything from Scarlett let alone a password.
"Do you know my phone password?" She asked Jessica who then looked at her bewildered.
"No Miss Chen!" She said.
"Oh God! Who knows it then? Or just get me a tablet."
Jessica rushed out of the room so fast. When she came back, she had a tablet on her hand. Chen Yiran took the tablet. It had a password too but as soon as she touched it, it face recognized her and unlocked.
The screen exploded with millions of notifications. Thousands of messages. Hundreds of missed calls.
Without opening the socials, She opened the browser, typed in her name first: Chen Yiran. The results were overwhelming. Photos of a glamorous socialite, headlines about extravagant parties, Scandals of fights between her and some socialites and actresses and endless gossip about her marriage to Wang Zichen, the CEO of the Wang Winery Empire.
She clicked on a few articles, but they were all surface level fluff pieces about her designer wardrobe and her 'controversial' personality. There was nothing substantial, nothing that told her who Chen Yiran really was.
Next, she searched Wang Zichen's name, which she just learned. The results were even more frustrating. Not a single picture of him, He was described as cold, ruthless and powerful but there were no real details about his life or relationship with Chen Yiran, just vague sensational snippets and a wedding photo of Chen Yiran and him posted by her.
The buzz on her tablet was too disturbing. When she opened Chen Yiran's socials, there were millions of message from followers and fans, all demanding the same thing
'Where's the birth video', 'Don't back out now, show us' 'Don't go silent' 'Did you die?' 'Share Everything!' 'We want the raw footage' and some people just cursing her and some with congratulations.
Chen Yiran's stomach twisted with disgust.
'What kind of person was she?'
She had promised the world what? The sheer audacity of it made her throat dry. Her fingers moved as quickly as she went into her settings. One by one, Gone, she deleted every single account tied to her name.
It didn't matter what they wanted. Chen Yiran no longer existed online. She then went to her phone which still had so many missed calls.
'400 Missed calls from Mo Jiayu' That was what Chen Yiran came face to face with as soon as she opened the app.
'How does one even reach that many calls?'
'Does she owe me money?' First thought to run in Chen Yiran's mind, then, 'What the hell is her problem' to 'Who is she?'
Just as she was still speculating, the so-called Mo Jiayu called her, "Are you Okay?" The first word she uttered from her mouth.
'I don't know if I'm paranoid, but I definitely sensed some kind of disappointment in her voice when I picked up' Chen Yiran thought before she shrugged
.
"Except from my coochie getting torn, Why wouldn't I be?" answered Chen Yiran with slight irritation.
"Yiran??" Mo Jiayu called out.
"What do you want Mo Jiayu? I want to sleep, I'm extremely exhausted."
"Okay, you can sleep. I'll come visit you tomorrow!" Mo Jiayu said before hanging up.
She placed the phone on the bedside table and turned to Azalea gently trying to lull her to sleep.
"Let's sleep little moon."
As she moved, something on the nightstand caught her eye'
A small amber colored medicine bottle.
It looked newly used.
Her fingers trembled as she picked it up, reading the label.
DOLITREZOL.
A high dose anticoagulant, typically used for treating blood clots and preventing strokes.
But what was it doing there! Every doctor knew Dolitrezol was deathly to pregnant women. And it was empty in a room where a woman just gave birth?!
Was she overreacting?
Chen Yiran's breath hitched as she read further thinking she got it wrong.
'Warning: DO NOT administer to pregnant women. Can cause severe hemorrhaging, organ failure and fetal death.'
She felt a chill crawl down her spine.
Someone had overdosed her with this?
This wasn't a mistake.
Someone had tried to kill her. Not her but Chen Yiran and Chen Yiran is dead!!!