Chapter Forty-Nine: Earth-Shattering News Arrives

"Warm Jade, how much money does he actually have? Such an expensive watch, and he just says he'll buy it for you?"

This isn't something you can simply purchase even if you have millions in the bank. No matter how much you have saved, most people would never splurge on such a luxury item. After all, it can't feed you, it's not a house that appreciates in value—it's a guaranteed loss once bought. To spend so much on a watch, that's beyond mere wealth.

Warm Jade tilted her head, thinking.

"I don't really know how much he has, but he owns an auction house now, selling his paintings. He makes over a hundred million a day."

"What! Over a hundred million!"

Her mother shrieked again, feeling her worldview collapse. It was simply unbelievable. Earning over a hundred million a day—doesn't that mean tens of billions a month, hundreds of billions a year? That’s outrageous.

It was a long while before her mother calmed herself. She took a deep breath, her face serious.

"Warm Jade, such an outstanding man, surely you're not the only woman beside him. Are you sure you can truly find happiness with him?"

Warm Jade nodded.

"I trust him. He'll never leave me."

Her mother sighed softly. Her daughter was still too innocent. Men’s promises run faster than their legs—how could they be trusted? But what could she do now? Her daughter already shared a bed with him—she couldn't put a stop to their relationship.

"By the way, Mom, is there any water at home? I feel a bit nauseous."

"Nauseous? Did you catch a chill in your stomach?"

"I don’t think so. Probably just dehydration from not drinking water on the plane. My stomach feels dry."

Her mother quickly poured her a glass of hot water. Warm Jade sipped a few mouthfuls, but before finishing, her expression suddenly changed. She tossed the cup aside and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

"Urgh—!"

Her mother was terrified.

"Warm Jade, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

Warm Jade retched for a long time, nearly vomiting bile. Her beautiful face twisted in pain.

"Mom, I feel awful. I really want something sour."

Her mother’s heart skipped a beat. Her expression grew grave.

"Warm Jade, when you were with him, did you use any protection?"

Warm Jade looked utterly confused.

"What protection?"

Her mother’s expression grew even more serious. She took a deep breath.

"Wait here. I'm going downstairs to buy something. Remember, don't go to the bathroom, hold it in until I get back."

With that, she ran downstairs without another word. Several minutes later, she returned, panting, holding a test kit.

Seeing it, Warm Jade’s heart jolted with fright.

"Mom, why did you buy that?"

"No questions, just take the test."

"Okay, but… how do I use it?"

"You use urine for the test. Hurry, don't waste time."

Her mother urged her anxiously, but Warm Jade was so flustered she stamped her feet.

"Mom, you're in the bathroom, I… I can't do it."

"This is troublesome. Hurry up, I'll wait outside."

Her mother quickly exited, waiting at the door, stamping her feet in anxiety.

"Heaven help us, please, don't let anything happen to our Warm Jade."

She hadn’t married yet—if she was pregnant, the family would be turned upside down. And what would her future look like?

But life rarely goes as hoped.

Five minutes later, just as her mother was nervously preparing to barge in, Warm Jade opened the door, looking utterly lost.

Seeing this, her mother’s heart dropped, cold as ice.

When she snatched the test stick from Warm Jade’s hand and saw the two bright red lines, she staggered back as if struck by lightning, nearly falling.

Warm Jade choked back tears.

"Mom… what should I do?"

Her mother too was at a loss, sitting lifelessly on a chair, her mind in chaos.

Seeing this, Warm Jade grew even more frightened, sobbing quietly.

Her mother watched her daughter cry and felt a deep ache in her heart. She hurried forward and hugged her tightly.

"Warm Jade, don’t cry, don’t panic. We’ll figure it out together. With Mom here, it’ll be all right. Don’t cry."

Warm Jade nodded.

She was terrified.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to bear Yang Xiaofan’s child, but she wanted to wait until after marriage. Now, the two of them hadn’t even made a formal engagement, their parents hadn’t met, and she was already pregnant—it left her completely lost, not knowing what to do.

Her mother took a deep breath, struggling to suppress her anger and panic, and spoke calmly.

"Let’s not talk about anything else for now. Put the stick away, throw it out. And you mustn’t let your father know. You know his temper—if he finds out, he’ll be furious."

"I already know!"

Just as her mother finished speaking, her father appeared behind them, his face dark and stormy.

"Ah!"

Both mother and daughter jumped in fright. Her mother snapped:

"Old man, weren’t you out playing chess? Why did you suddenly come home, scaring us like that?"

"Am I more frightening than you two?"

Her father’s face was livid.

"If I hadn’t come back, how long were you planning to keep this from me? Until the child is born, then you’d tell me?"

"That’s not what I meant. Old Qin, calm down. Let’s talk it over, don’t scare Warm Jade."

"You want me to talk calmly? Me? Qin Ming, a respectable teacher, and now my daughter is pregnant before marriage. I don’t even know who the father is, and you expect me to remain calm? How could I?"

His forehead veins bulged with anger.

This was his own precious daughter! He’d always treated her like a piece of candy, afraid to lose her. And after all that caution, she was stolen by some brat. Not only stolen, but her stomach was now big.

At this moment, he wished he could find Yang Xiaofan and skin him alive.

"I’ll say just one thing: tomorrow morning, before eight, I want to see that brat. If I don’t, don’t blame me for what happens next."