Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

The Jiang family's sudden announcement of Jiang Yao and Ji Xiaosong's engagement was something Ji Xiaosong had not anticipated.

She had never heard Jiang Yao mention anything about their family.

After the fashion show ended, Ji Xiaosong was picked up by Jiang Yao.

"Why did you suddenly announce your engagement?"

Ji Xiaosong lay in Jiang Yao's arms; the couple didn't see each other very often.

Since winning the last competition, Jiang Yao has been assigning her more and more work.

“Our Jiang family has had only one son for ten generations, and my mother was 48 years old when she gave birth to me. So when they found out I had a girlfriend, they immediately told me to marry her without saying a word.”

These words startled Ji Xiaosong so much that she sat up straight. She was very familiar with childbirth!

Coincidentally, she was also going to have a child with Jiang Yao.

"When should we meet your parents? It just so happens that I also really like children, and if we're lucky, we can have a few more in the future."

"it is good."

*

The Maybach passed through five ornate bronze gates and drove into the Jiang residence. Only then did Ji Xiaosong realize the true weight of the term "wealthy family".

The entire garden-style manor stretches along the mountainside, with the "Ten Thousand Pines in the Wind" painting by the Ming Dynasty Jiang family ancestor engraved on the white marble screen wall, and the main building's corridor pillars are made of a single piece of Burmese teak covered with gold leaf.

"Xiao Song is here?"

Madam Jiang came out to greet them, wearing a Xiangyun yarn cheongsam and a peony hairpin carved from golden nanmu wood in her hair.

Ji Xiaosong quickly responded with a smile, "Hello, Auntie. It's my first time visiting. I'm so sorry to bother you."

Madam Jiang smiled and said, "This bracelet was made from leftover scraps left over from when your grandfather designed jewelry for the Queen of Y Country."

As she spoke, she took off the full-green jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Ji Xiaosong's hand. The icy, glassy luster made her eyes and brows shine.

Ji Xiaosong looked at the bracelet, her eyes filled with surprise and emotion, and said softly, "Auntie, this is too precious, I..."

Madam Jiang patted her hand, "Silly child, this is yours from now on."

Jiang's father took out a sandalwood box from the rosewood display case: "This is the land deed for No. 27 in City A. Back when your grandmother was learning tailoring from the third young lady of the Song family..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Yao interrupted him with a smile: "Dad, if you keep going, you should start from when our great-grandfather helped Mr. Zhang run the cotton mill."

Ji Xiaosong laughed along and tried to smooth things over, saying, "Uncle, these are all very interesting stories. I'll definitely listen to you tell them sometime in the future."

The butler presented a celadon-glazed teacup, which Ji Xiaosong recognized as the set of Ming Xuande imperial porcelain from the Sotheby's spring auction.

She couldn't help but exclaim, "The last time I saw this teacup was on an auction livestream. I never expected to see the real thing so soon."

"These are just everyday gadgets. Xiaosong likes them, and we have plenty at home. We can pick out some more after you get married."

Madam Jiang gently patted her hand: "Xiao Song often wears high heels as a singer, so Yao'er had the bottom of the hot spring pool in the back garden replaced with Hetian jade pebbles."

She then noticed that the underfloor heating in the entire living room was made of giant clam shell and mother-of-pearl, which felt warm and cozy underfoot.

The butler immediately replied, "Yes, Madam."

"This is the morning dress I ordered for you."

Two embroiderers unfolded their dark green satin cheongsams, the collars adorned with twin lotus blossoms made of South Sea pearls.

Jiang Yao whispered with a chuckle in his ear: "Your mother has measured all the videotapes of your performances."

Ji Xiaosong was surprised to find that the waistline was exactly the same, and even her beloved teardrop-shaped pearl earrings were made with pigeon blood rubies.

She looked at Madam Jiang and smiled, "Thank you, Uncle and Aunt."

Having held a high position herself, she could tell at a glance that the Jiang family was a true aristocratic family, not something that nouveau riche could fabricate.

As dusk fell, eight waiters pushed in a gilded food cart.

Jiang's father pointed to the Yunnan ham and pigeon egg soup in the blue and white porcelain bowl with sea wave pattern: "This is from the imperial chef who was part of your maternal grandmother's dowry. We usually like to drink this soup too. Xiao Song, give it a try."

Ji Xiaosong took the soup, took a small sip, and exclaimed, "It's so delicious! The flavor is so fresh and delicious, it tastes just like the food I had when I was a child."

Madam Jiang chuckled and added food to Ji Xiaosong's bowl: "Try this crab meat lion's head meatball. Yao'er said you like the dishes over there."

Ji Xiaosong smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Auntie. I've heard that this dish is very famous and I've always wanted to try it."

As we parted, the trunk of the car was piled high with gift boxes, but the most eye-catching one was a yellowed booklet.

Jiang Yao opened the family genealogy, and the latest page was written in small, gold-flecked regular script: "In the winter of the Gengzi year, Jiang Yao, the 31st generation direct descendant of the Jiang family, betrothed a woman named Xiaosong from the Ji family. The betrothal gifts included a west wing room in the Humble Administrator's Garden in Suzhou, a Ming Dynasty Gu embroidery painting of 'One Hundred Sons and a Thousand Grandsons,' and 3% equity in the Mogok mining area in Myanmar..."

Finally, a black card with a silver sheen was found among the contents.

"Your mother said this is for baby supplies for you."

Jiang Yao chuckled as he bit her earlobe. Moonlight streamed through the ten-mile-long wisteria corridor outside the car window, startling the century-old canaries that had been sleeping in the garden.

Ji Xiaosong blushed slightly, gently punched Jiang Yao, and said coquettishly, "Stop fooling around."

Then she looked at Jiang Yao intently, her eyes filled with happiness: "I can tell that your parents really value me."

"Of course, in all these years, you've been the only girlfriend I've ever brought home."

"So, I'm your first love?"

"Yes."

Ji Xiaosong smiled even more happily.

The engagement ceremony was held a month later, and the Ji family received the news. Everywhere they went, people asked them if they had been invited to attend.

Each time Ji Fu was questioned, his face grew even more ashen.

He didn't receive it!

As Ji Xiaosong's biological father, he did not receive an invitation from his daughter.

Since that wicked girl left the Ji family, they have never had the chance to meet again.

Ji Yao was able to catch Ji Xiaosong last time and even make a few sarcastic remarks because she had been hanging out in the fan group for a long time before she got the information.

Otherwise, someone who has no connection with celebrities would have no way of finding out their whereabouts.

*

At the Yunyin Club on the outskirts of Beijing, Ji Fu hid behind a sandalwood screen, clutching a Ru kiln celadon teacup tightly in his hand, his veins bulging.

Across the street, real estate developer Mr. Wang mentioned the Jiang family again. Ji Fu noticed that his assistant was pouring the decanted Romanée-Conti into a crystal decanter. The red wine reflected Mr. Wang's inquisitive gaze.

While twirling the Tianhuang stone thumb ring on his thumb, Mr. Wang asked, "I heard that your Miss Ji's engagement banquet was held at the top floor of the Grand Hyatt? Our new development is in need of a high-end clubhouse. If we could bring in Jiang's Shipping's yacht club, our cooperation might go much more smoothly."

Ji Fu felt a pang of sadness, but she forced herself not to show it. Her eyes swept over the splashed-ink lotus painting by Zhang Daqian hanging on the wall of the private room.

At this moment, the waiter brought out the soft-boiled abalone. The gilded plate on which the abalone was served had the logo of Jiang's jewelry brand printed on its edge, which he had seen in the auction catalog just last week.

Ji Fu loosened his tie to make himself feel more comfortable. The button on his cuff brushed against a carved red lacquer box from the Qianlong era. He said, "My in-laws did mention the yacht club expansion, but young people these days value their privacy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mr. Wang suddenly pushed the contract in front of him and said, "I heard the Jiang family recently bought a diamond mine in South Africa..."

The chilled lobster sashimi on the glass turntable was steaming. Ji Fu looked at President Wang's new Vacheron Constantin watch and remembered yesterday's financial news report about the Jiang family's acquisition of the Swiss watch factory.

He gestured to his secretary to pour him some wine. The agate glass clinked against the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain plate with its lotus scroll design. He said, "That matter in South Africa, we'll have to wait until after my daughter's wedding..."

A segment from the Kunqu Opera "The Peony Pavilion" drifted in from outside the window, and the club manager personally brought over a century-old vintage wine from Jiang's Winery.

Mr. Wang suddenly leaned over and whispered, "I heard that the engagement party favors are jade safety buckles specially made by Jiang Family Jewelry Workshop? Ms. Ji, you absolutely have to invite your old friend to this engagement party."

Ji Fu was so angry that he almost ground his back teeth to powder, but when he saw the clause in the contract that the other party was willing to give up three percent of the profit, he held back.

Ji Fu dipped her finger in caviar and drew a yacht shape on a napkin, saying, "Xiao Song specifically instructed that we should invite media friends to the engagement banquet. I'll see if I can send you a copy then."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang's eyes lit up immediately, and he promptly called a lawyer to revise the contract.

At this moment, the crystal chandelier suddenly became brighter, illuminating the Jiang family custom logo lining Ji Fu's suit, which he had secretly counterfeited.

When the waiter cleared away the cold dishes, a gold-embossed invitation was placed on the mahogany tray.

Mr. Wang suddenly smiled and said, "I heard that Mr. Jiang bought Gu Jingzhou's Squirrel and Grape Pot at Poly Auction last night?"

Ji Fu was raising his glass to drink when he heard this. His hand trembled, and the purplish-red wine in the glass rippled, just like the turmoil in his heart.