Chapter 2013: A Son and a Daughter

At this moment, nothing was more important than Fan Baobao.

The moment she cried out in pain, Zhao Fusheng immediately snapped into action.

Having both been nurses, Zhao's mother and Li Yuan helped support Fan Baobao, while Zhao's father went out to find a car. Even Fan Beibei, sensible as she was, led the toddling Zhao Xue, watching the adults bustle about.

Zhao Fusheng, however, remained calm. Pulling himself from his earlier thoughts, he dialed Liu Yiming's number.

"My wife is going into labor!"

With those words, Liu Yiming hung up without a second thought and began arranging everything.

Though surprised that the chairman's wife was going into labor a full month before her due date, Liu Yiming steadied himself.

This was a matter of great importance to the entire Future Group; it could not be taken lightly.

The hospital, doctors, and key company leaders were all notified in order of priority.

Soon, an ambulance arrived with doctors at Zhao Fusheng's home.

Once Fan Baobao was in the operating room, the whole family breathed a collective sigh of relief at the door.

"What do we do?"

For the first time, the usually composed Zhao Fusheng showed a look of panic.

There was no help for it—if she gave birth now, it would be premature.

A premature baby was bound to be weak.

At that thought, Zhao Fusheng's mood inexplicably grew heavy.

"It's okay, it's okay, it'll be fine."

"Yeah, don't worry, Baobao will be fine."

Zheng Yao and Dong Chenxi quickly tried to comfort Zhao Fusheng.

Everyone knew how close the couple was, and since this was Fan Baobao's second child, Zhao Fusheng was naturally very concerned.

"Sit down first."

Zhao's father, now calmer, looked at Zhao Fusheng and then at the Future Group executives, and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Have the bodyguards wait outside; don't disturb the doctors."

"Alright."

Zhao Fusheng quickly nodded and instructed Zhang Qian, who immediately arranged for the area around the operating room to be secured.

Fortunately, this hospital was one of the best in the capital, with dedicated operating rooms. The one they were using had no other surgeries scheduled.

Even with so many people, there was enough room to sit.

As the group sat there, Zhao Fusheng paced back and forth.

"Don't worry, Baobao will be fine."

Seeing Zhao Fusheng's state, Yu Feihong walked over and gently comforted him.

"Sis, I know."

Zhao Fusheng gave a bitter smile: "I know. I really do."

Though everyone around him was offering comfort, Zhao Fusheng's heart could not find peace.

No matter how much others consoled him, they were onlookers. Inside lay the mother of his child, his wife, and his child—how could Zhao Fusheng possibly stay calm?

In fact, he was even afraid that the doctor might come out and ask him to choose between the mother and the child.

Even though he knew the answer in his heart, the thought of having to make that choice terrified him.

Yes, he was scared!

Since his rebirth, Zhao Fusheng had feared something for the first time, even dreading the sight of the doctor.

Because if it came to that, giving up either one would be a cruel decision for him.

Though life is spent making choices, not all choices are the same.

For instance, choosing between rice and steamed bread is just a matter of one meal.

But choosing between going to college or working will affect your entire life.

That was roughly where Zhao Fusheng stood now.

If the doctor really asked him that, he wouldn't dare face it.

Fortunately, fate favored him once again.

After a long while, a doctor came out, looking tired but apparently there to update the family.

"Who is the family?"

The doctor asked from the operating room door.

"Me, me, me."

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng, stripped of his usual composure and control, quickly stood up and walked to the doctor.

"Doctor, I'm the patient's husband," Zhao Fusheng said.

"Chairman Zhao?"

The doctor was a bit surprised, then smiled and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Your wife is fine. The baby is premature, but aside from being a bit weak, there's no major problem."

"That's good, that's good."

Zhao Fusheng quickly nodded: "Thank you so much, thank you."

"It's nothing. I just came out to let you know. I need to go back in. That's all for now."

With that, the doctor turned and went back into the operating room.

"That's good, that's good."

Zhao Fusheng repeated the words again, then sat down in the chair, somewhat dazed.

"It's good that everything's fine."

At this, Zhao's father and mother also relaxed. The elders, who had been forcing themselves to stay calm, finally let go of their anxiety.

In truth, they had been even more nervous than Zhao Fusheng—after all, two lives were at stake.

"Yiming, did you arrange the doctors?"

Zhao Fusheng, now collected, looked up and asked Liu Yiming.

Liu Yiming nodded: "Yes, Chairman. I already gave them a heads-up."

"Good job."

Zhao Fusheng was very satisfied and said to Liu Yiming, "Prepare to properly thank the doctors later."

Regardless, the doctors had saved his wife and child; Zhao Fusheng understood the importance of courtesy.

He never liked owing favors, because debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.

Someone might give you a bun when you're hungry, but you might have to repay it with your life.

That was common in ancient times.

Even in modern society, debts of gratitude are the hardest to settle.

"Don't worry, it's already arranged."

Liu Yiming said quietly to Zhao Fusheng.

He might fall short compared to Wu Sijie in executive ability, but when it came to social graces, Wu Sijie was no match for Liu Yiming.

The reason was simple: Liu Yiming had lived in China for years, while Wu Sijie had studied abroad—there was a deep art to this.

He was better at managing a company, but not as familiar with Chinese social customs.

Of course, that didn't mean Liu Yiming was superior to Wu Sijie; everyone had different strengths.

Some people are naturally good at social niceties, while others are born to maneuver in the business world.

There is a hierarchy in learning, and specialization in skills.

That saying held a lot of truth.

Zhao Fusheng trusted Liu Yiming's abilities, so he didn't ask further.

Holding his daughter, Zhao Fusheng sat silently outside the operating room, waiting for the outcome.

As the news spread, many acquaintances sent him messages.

Knowing that Zhao Fusheng couldn't take calls at a time like this, they didn't disturb him, merely expressing their concern in texts.

This wasn't because they were inconsiderate, but because once they knew the news, they had to respond. Otherwise, if Zhao Fusheng took offense and came after them later, they'd never be able to clear themselves.

Jiang Wen and Wang Qiang even dropped their out-of-town commitments and flew straight back to the capital.

Ye Jing learned that Wang Qiang, while attending an event outside, had heard about Fan Baobao's premature labor and left halfway through, not even finishing the event.

"Tell the event organizers that whatever compensation they need, I'll pay it."

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, he said directly to Ye Jing.

He hadn't known about it; Wang Qiang had only texted him to say he was on the plane and would arrive that evening.

Since his brother-in-law had caused trouble, Zhao Fusheng, as the brother-in-law, naturally had to fix it.

And in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, this was exactly what made Wang Qiang worth befriending.

In his view, even if Wang Qiang ruined his own reputation, it didn't matter—when family was in trouble, he had to rush to their side as fast as possible.

If a person didn't care about their own family, there was nothing more to be said about them.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Ye Jing knew what to say. He also knew that Zhao Fusheng's temper was probably explosive right now, so it was best to handle such matters at his own discretion.

Zhao Fusheng nodded and let the matter go, his eyes fixed on the operating room.

To him, nothing was more important than this.

Time ticked by, and everyone's eyes were glued to the operating room door.

"Why isn't she out yet?"

Li Yuan stood up, paced back and forth several times, and finally couldn't hold back.

A mother's heart is with her child; it was her own daughter, how could she not worry?

"It's okay, it'll be fine," Zhao's mother quickly comforted her.

Fan Baobao had grown up under her watch too, so she was naturally worried.

"Yeah, the doctor just said it would be fine," Zhao's father also comforted her.

Just then, the operating room door opened.

"How is it?"

"How is it?"

"Doctor, how is it?"

The crowd gathered around, asking questions all at once.

"Congratulations, congratulations! Mother and child are safe!"

A nurse came out, holding a baby in her arms.

"Huh? A son?"

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Now you have a son and a daughter." Everyone offered their congratulations to Zhao Fusheng, but he looked at the nurse: "How is my wife?"

"She's fine. She'll be taken to the ward soon."

The nurse appreciated Zhao Fusheng's attitude—a man who still thought of his wife at a time like this.

"Is the baby okay?" Zhao Fusheng asked again.

"Since it's a month early, the baby needs to be in an incubator for observation," a doctor said, coming out. "Everyone should go back for now."

"Ah, okay, okay. Thank you, Doctor."

Zhao Fusheng nodded hastily, then turned to the people behind him: "Everyone, please go back for now."

They exchanged glances, and finally Zheng Yao made the decision.