In the hospital room, Qin Miaomiao was sipping on the red sugar water bit by bit, the sweetness making her scrunch up her face. Little seventh stood respectfully nearby, his complexion... somewhat pale. "What’s wrong, Little seventh?" Little seventh was on the verge of tears: "Young Madam, does this count as reporting false information?" Qin Miaomiao thought for a moment: "It probably doesn’t count. You’re so young, how could you be expected to understand things ? Besides, this is all just a misunderstanding." Though the commotion stirred up had gotten a bit out of hand, Ninth Uncle and Lu Qing were just outside the hospital room; hopefully, they weren’t about to start fighting. "But, Miss, because of this incident, Mr. Jiu broke her hand." Qin Miaomiao’s gaze turned cold, and she let out a sneer: "If I really were pregnant, and she pushed me with such force, it could’ve genuinely caused a miscarriage. Her intentions are far from pure." Little seventh shivered at the thought, unable to stop himself. If that had really happened, this situation would have exploded beyond control. Protecting Young Madam is the top priority! "Little seventh, this red sugar water is so awful to drink. Can’t I stop drinking it?" Little seventh responded seriously: "Absolutely not. Young Madam’s periods are irregular, with heavy flow, physical weakness, and signs of a cold uterus. You need to replenish your energy and blood. This red sugar water is a must. Afterward, you’ll have to take traditional medicine too. I even prepared a full list of food supplements to ensure you get properly nurtured, healthy, and... nice and plump." She didn’t want to be plump, thank you very much! "You sound so professional. Have you actually studied this?" Little seventh cleared his throat: "Of course. To constantly monitor Young Madam’s health, I must thoroughly research everything, including... periods." She... felt momentarily speechless. The door opened, and Lu Qing and Mr. Jiu entered one after another. The issue with Lu Lu had been resolved; her hand was merely dislocated but had been realigned, with plans arranged for her recovery. They both walked over. Mr. Jiu sat down beside the bed, while Qin Miaomiao blushed slightly, feeling at a loss. He spoke lightly: "Luckily this was just a misunderstanding. Otherwise, what would we have done if something had really happened to you?" "I... I’ve always behaved myself." Mr. Jiu snorted coldly: "Behaved yourself? That doesn’t prevent others from harboring malicious intentions toward you." His words carried a pointed undertone. Lu Lu was hardly innocent this time—knowing Qin Miaomiao might be pregnant, yet still shoving her violently. Her malicious intent was glaringly obvious. The punishment she received could even be considered mild! Lu Qing walked over and stood on the other side, speaking in a somber tone: "Is your stomach still hurting? The doctor said you have a cold uterus condition, which could affect pregnancy." Mr. Jiu’s expression subtly shifted, becoming more serious: "This can’t be overlooked. I’m still waiting for my heir." Lu Qing raised an eyebrow, shooting him a sideways glance: Mr. Jiu’s gaze darkened, his aura becoming colder: "I’ve already decided. The eldest child is mine, carrying the surname Su, and will inherit everything from the Su Family." Lu Qing’s eyes flared with furious anger: "Heh, dream on! That’s my child. Are you planning to snatch him away?" "So what if I snatch him?" "Don’t even think about it!" Mr. Jiu provoked him: "Let’s see about that. Little Jin’er is already listed in the Su Family Tree. She carries the Su surname, so the eldest child must carry our surname as well." Lu Qing was livid: "Mr. Jiu, are you trying to pick a fight? This is impossible." Watching the two men bicker endlessly, Qin Miaomiao stepped in with a light sigh: "There isn’t even a child yet. What are you two arguing about? Wait until there’s a real one, then you can fight over it all you want." Mr. Jiu turned around with a smirk: "Little Jin’er, be good. You’ll have to change your surname to Su from now on." Qin Miaomiao furrowed her brows. She could already foresee this being a troublesome matter. The Su Family’s internal conflicts were fierce, though with Mr. Jiu presiding over things, no one dared to act out. If she were added to the family tree, it would undoubtedly disrupt their interests—real trouble brewing ahead. This time, Lu Qing unexpectedly aligned with Mr. Jiu on the matter. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ɴovelfire.net "Miao Miao, Ninth Uncle’s being so sincere. You might as well accept it; at least then you’d have people from your own family supporting you in the future." Mr. Jiu shot him a glance. This kid—so sly! Now he was calling him ’Ninth Uncle.’ Wasn’t he the one arguing with him just a moment ago?