After a wealthy woman went bankrupt, her live-in husband became her sugar daddy.

Chapter 298 No Features

However, just when I thought everything was getting better, an accident happened. One evening, as I was about to leave the studio, I suddenly slipped and fell heavily to the ground. A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and I instinctively clutched it, my mind racing with panic.

"Sister Gu!" Xu Sisi and Xiaotiantian heard the commotion and quickly ran over to help me.

"Quick, take me to the hospital!" I said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

They hurriedly helped me into the car and rushed me to the hospital. On the way, I gripped the seat tightly, silently praying, "Baby, please be safe..."

Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor immediately examined me. Fortunately, the baby was fine; it was just that I had sprained my ankle and needed to rest for a while.

"Sister Gu, you should rest well. Leave the studio matters to us." Xu Sisi held my hand, her tone firm.

I nodded, but felt a little guilty. At this moment, I should have been fighting alongside them, but I had held them back because of my carelessness.

A few hours later, I sat on my hospital bed, phone in hand, reading messages from my fans. Suddenly, a message popped up: "Sister Gu, we will always support you! Please take good care of yourself and your baby!"

My eyes welled up with tears, and my heart felt warm. Just then, the door to the ward opened, and Jiang Yichen walked in. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, his face showing concern: "What happened? Luckily, nothing serious has occurred."

He slightly curved the corners of his lips, reached out and gently ruffled my hair, the gentleness of his touch making me feel a little dazed. "Get some rest. If things get really bad in the coming days, hire a caregiver and you can work from home." His tone was authoritative, carrying his usual strength, yet revealing his concern.

I shook my head. Although I knew he meant well, I insisted, "There's no need to hire a caregiver. I can manage on my own. Besides, there are still many things at the company that I need to handle. I can't just let go like this."

He was clearly not satisfied with my answer and said, "If you continue like this, your body won't be able to handle it. No matter how important your work is, it's not as important as your and your child's health."

Although I knew he was right, my stubbornness prevented me from easily giving in. "I promise, I won't work as hard as before. I'll take care of myself, eat on time, and won't worry you anymore." I looked up at him, my eyes resolute.

Jiang Yichen was silent for a moment, seemingly weighing my words. Finally, he sighed and compromised, "Okay, I believe you. But if I find you neglecting your health again, I'll take you home with me, and you can forget about work."

I couldn't help but laugh, but my heart felt warm. "I understand, President Jiang, you're really domineering."

He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips. "I have to be a bit domineering with you."

We smiled at each other, and the atmosphere immediately became much more relaxed.

"By the way, you don't need to worry about the studio. I've already had someone take over some of the work, so you can focus on your pregnancy." He suddenly said, his tone casual, but it warmed my heart.

"When did you make these arrangements?" I was a little surprised, not expecting that he had already thought of everything for me.

"It was arranged a long time ago, but I didn't tell you because you wouldn't let go," he said casually, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

I felt a pang of guilt. He had been silently sharing my burdens all along, while I had stubbornly insisted on shouldering everything alone. "Thank you, Jiang Yichen," I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude.

He shook his head, reached out and took my hand; his palm was warm and strong. "No need to thank me, it's what I should do. You just need to take care of yourself and the child; leave the rest to me."

I nodded, and the tension that had been building in my heart finally eased. Perhaps I really could try to rely on him, try to let go of some of my burdens.

"Okay, you should rest now. I'll come see you later." He let go of my hand, stood up, and gently tucked the blanket around me.

"Okay, go ahead and do your work, don't worry about me," I said with a smile.

He nodded, turned, and left the ward. Watching his departing figure, I suddenly felt a strange sense of peace.

I leaned against the headboard, gently stroking my pregnant belly, and silently said to myself, "Baby, you see, Daddy really cares about us."

In the days that followed, I kept my promise and began to adjust my work pace, no longer working as hard as before. Jiang Yichen would also visit me at the hospital from time to time, always bringing some of my favorite foods or chatting with me. Although we still had some minor disagreements, our hearts grew closer and closer.

That day, I stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of my office, a cup of coffee now cold in my hand, my gaze fixed on the bustling street outside. Neon lights flashed, cars streamed by, but the city's hustle and bustle seemed irrelevant to me. The news I had just received kept echoing in my mind—Zhou Yang, the mastermind behind "Brilliant Jewelry."

Instead, it was a rival who had competed with Mr. Wen in the jewelry industry for many years. This wasn't their first clash, but this time, Zhou Yang was clearly serious.

"They've started dumping similar products at low prices, trying to cripple us with a price war," Little Sweetie's voice came from behind me, tinged with anxiety. She held a report in her hand, its densely packed data making me frown.

I turned around, took the report, and quickly glanced at it. Sure enough, "Brilliant Jewelry's" prices were ridiculously low, practically selling at a loss. Their goal was clear—to force us out of the market through a price war.

"Have you figured out their supply chain?" I asked calmly.

Little Sweetie nodded and handed me another document. "They source raw materials from some irregular channels, so the cost is extremely low. Although the quality varies, the price advantage is too obvious."

I sneered and tossed the documents onto the table. "Since they want to play, we'll play along to the end."

Xu Sisi stood to the side, her brows furrowed. "But our costs are what they are. If we lower the price as well, our profits will be squeezed to the limit, and we might even incur losses."

I shook my head and said confidently, "No, we won't compete with them on price. What we'll compete on is—uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?" Xu Sisi and Xiaotian asked in unison.

I walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and quickly wrote down a few keywords: "customized services for fans, entry into high-end shopping malls, brand story marketing".

“First, we will launch a ‘fan-exclusive customization service’ to allow fans to participate in the design and create unique jade jewelry. This move directly hits ‘Brilliant Jewelry’s’ weakness—their products are all the same and lack any distinctive features,” I explained.