Li Qiao ultimately didn’t hide the child’s gender.
Moreover, the Royal Private Hospital was his property, and he couldn’t hide it even if he wanted to.
Perhaps, from her probing words, the man had already caught on.
Leaving the hospital, Li Qiao kept observing Shang Yu’s expression, not seeing disappointment, nor did she bring up the topic of a daughter again.
Li Qiao discreetly blinked, thinking... having a second child in the future wouldn’t be impossible.
In the parking lot, Shang Yu put the hood of the cotton jacket on Li Qiao and leaned down to softly instruct, "Wait for me at home tonight."
Li Qiao gladly agreed, "Okay."
After Shang Yu left, Luoyu stepped forward timely to open the car door for Li Qiao.
Once in the car, Li Qiao suddenly thought of the words from the gynecology director. She crossed her legs and leisurely said, "To the mall."
Luoyu glanced at her through the rearview mirror, "Madam wants to buy clothes?"
Li Qiao gazed at her quietly, with Luoyu quickly understanding, "The third floor of South Sea Star World is a maternity and baby store."
South Sea Star World is a luxurious mall gathering high-end brands.
The entire third floor is full of maternity and baby brand stores.
Li Qiao slowly and steadily picked out baby clothes, selecting anything that looked nice, all pink outfits.
Luoyu followed behind her, gazing at the little clothes in her arms, feeling that something seemed off.
Could it be that Madam is expecting a girl?
Half an hour later, Li Qiao had picked through all the clothes in the store, paid for them, and was ready to go home.
Luoyu walked unsteadily while carrying seven or eight paper bags.
In the elevator, Li Qiao’s phone buzzed with a message, and she raised her brows nonchalantly upon seeing it.
Luoyu couldn’t hold back, cleared her throat, and tentatively asked, "Madam, is it a girl?"
Li Qiao tapped the screen and multitasked to respond, "Boy."
Luoyu wobbled the paper bags, shocked, "Then... did we buy the wrong ones?"
Li Qiao lifted her eyes, glanced at the bags, her tone indifferent, "He won’t know anyway."
Since Shang Yu likes girls, let the child wear pink and be raised as a daughter once born.
A newborn understands nothing, so let his dad be happy for a few days first.
Moreover, the third-floor nursery at the Li family villa is also all pink and for girls.
That night, Li Qiao sat in the lab, supporting her chin while looking at the computer. Her phone was on speaker, occasionally punctuated by the crisp sound of keyboard typing.
It was already half past eight, and Shang Yu hadn’t returned.
Li Qiao lazily clicked the mouse, "What’s Margaret planning?"
The typing stopped, and Xi Luo took a sip of coffee, "Her plans don’t matter, and she doesn’t have a choice. The Second Crown Prince won’t allow her to leave the British Imperial and has taken away all her documents. It seems she won’t have freedom before the wedding."
Xi Luo didn’t feel gloating, considering... her passport was also taken away.
At this moment, Li Qiao leaned back in her chair, "When is the wedding date set?"
"It hasn’t been announced yet." Xi Luo held her coffee and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the city nightscape, clearly stating, "Maybe they learned from previous experiences, as their secrecy is very well maintained this time. Everyone knows Charlman is marrying into the Royal Family, but the specific date remains tightly concealed."
Li Qiao squinted, "What’s the impact of the former Duchess’s news?"
Xi Luo pondered before answering, "It’s said to have quite a big impact, mainly with the public being very emotional. The British Commonwealth Government has received numerous petitions from the people demanding a thorough investigation into her death.
It’s quite ironic if you think about it; Charlman always had a reputation for being mysterious, but many public appearances were handled by the Duchess.
Just like the current Ming Dailan, who plays a role as Charlman Family’s spokesperson. My mom mentioned the Old Duchess had a strong public foundation, as she founded the largest charity organization in the British Imperial.
And the more elusive things are, the more they catch public attention, especially concerning noble figures. In my opinion, this incident has a bigger impact than the previous trending topics."
Li Qiao uttered an ’oh’, calmly continuing to ask, "How’s Ai Bo?"
About this subject, Xi Luo chuckled, "He’s under investigation. The Second Crown Prince has thrown him under the bus and dismissed him."
Li Qiao knowingly curled her lips, "The Second Crown Prince can’t afford any blemishes, and Charlman aims to climb into the Royal Family, with the wedding as the perfect way to distract the public."
"Are you going to take action or not? Margaret is counting on you to wreck her marriage; she says if you don’t help, she’ll choose to take drastic measures."
"What does she want to do?" Li Qiao playfully smiled.
Xi Luo was straightforward, speaking candidly, "She wants to elope."
Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, gently laughing, "With Feng Yi?"
"Perhaps." Xi Luo placed the coffee cup on the windowsill, chuckling, "They are each other’s first love; if they could end up together, it would be quite impressive."
Just at this moment, the elevator chimed.
Li Qiao informed Xi Luo that she had already made her move before ending the call.
Looking at the disconnected screen, Xi Luo pursed her lips, tossed her phone aside, and headed to the closet.
Naypyidaw, the capital of Myanmar, boasted a breathtaking night view, with exotic buildings beautifully illuminated.
Xi Luo donned shorts and a white T-shirt, slipped on canvas shoes, and left the room.
She planned to give Zong Zhan something to occupy himself, sparing herself from his constant schemes.
Familiar with the area, Xi Luo left the hotel and headed towards the entertainment district along the coastal road.
She hadn’t anticipated how big the capital of Myanmar was yet easily ran into trouble.
The entertainment district was Naypyidaw’s largest leisure venue, and as Xi Luo arrived at the nightclub entrance, she glanced up to see Zong Zhan walking out alongside another young man with a boyish charm.
Xi Luo didn’t recognize Jin Rong, and her gaze darted between him and Zong Zhan, sparking a sudden thought as her gossip instincts quietly ignited.
"What are you doing here?" This question came from Zong Zhan.
Zong Zhan hadn’t initially seen Xi Luo; what caught his attention first was her long, slender, and smooth legs—white, delicate, and perfectly proportioned—top-tier legs.
At this moment, Zong Zhan couldn’t foresee that someday, Xi Luo would visit his Military Department wearing shorts, with those legs nearly unsettling his resolve.
Meanwhile, Jin Rong didn’t notice the subtle tension between Zong Zhan and Xi Luo, raising his eyebrows and curiously asked, "Do you know each other?"
"Of course, we’re old acquaintances."
Xi Luo’s eyes glinted mischievously as she tilted her head to look at Jin Rong, genuinely youthful, seemingly quite young.
The oldest one present, Jin Rong, had no idea what Xi Luo was thinking, lightly chuckling as he turned to Zong Zhan, "I’m off; see you in the South Sea then."
"You’re not returning to Wenxi Island?" Zong Zhan was somewhat surprised.
Seeing this, Jin Rong gave him a cool glance, "Does Wenxi Island have a daughter?"