My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 664 - 583 Triplets
She sat down to the side, and Mr. Jiu glanced at her belly, furrowing his brows:
"How is it already showing?"
"Huh?"
"How many days has it been?"
"The doctor said, if you really count, it should be a little over two months."
"You’re getting fat."
"My belly is fat? Didn’t they say it’s still the size of a bean sprout?"
Mr. Jiu smiled slightly: "It’s possible that you’re not just carrying one."
"Really? Could it be twins?"
As soon as he said that, she got excited. If it’s twins, wouldn’t that solve everything at once? How great!
And she wouldn’t have to go through it twice.
Mr. Jiu was indeed sharp-eyed. A month later, they went to the hospital for an ultrasound. The doctor looked at it for a long while and then broke into a smile:
"Congratulations, congratulations, madam, you’re expecting triplets."
Qin Miaomiao and Lu Qing were both stunned.
Lu Qing asked again:
"What did you say? Say it again."
"It’s triplets."
Lu Qing was dumbfounded, and Qin Miaomiao clutched her belly, her expression frozen as well. Could her belly really fit three babies?
Damn it, by the time they got bigger, how stretched out would she be?
She imagined herself waddling around with such a huge belly, swaying side to side like a duck, and her legs started to feel weak.
Damn it, which quack of a traditional Chinese medicine doctor said she couldn’t get pregnant? Now look! She ends up carrying three at once!
No wonder it’s been so hard to take care of — they’ve been defying her at every turn.
By the time they left the hospital, Qin Miaomiao’s legs were a bit wobbly, and Lu Qing had to support her as they walked out slowly.
"Hubby, I’m suddenly feeling scared."
"Don’t be scared, don’t be scared, it’s just three kids. Hang in there, and I’ll take good care of you."
Qin Miaomiao looked particularly troubled:
"What if all three are boys? The house is going to be turned upside down."
"You’ve got seven bodyguards, don’t worry."
Seven bodyguards... could they really keep up by then?
Surely, you couldn’t ask people hired as bodyguards to end up acting as nannies, right? That’d be too inappropriate.
Little Sixth, who had been following them, was still trying to process the information and silently sent a message to the group chat:
"The Young Madam is expecting triplets."
In the group chat, chaos immediately erupted!
Little Seventh: "Three?"
Little Second: "Three?"
Little Fourth: "Really three?"
Little Fifth: "I’m suddenly overwhelmed with dread. If it’s three boys, would they destroy the house in the future?"
Boss: "What nonsense are you talking about? The Young Madam has achieved a monumental feat. You little rascals better take good care of the Young Madam in the future. Nothing is allowed to happen to her — these are three lives, no, four lives!"
Little Seventh: "This is serious. How much food will I need to cook in the future?"
Little Second: "Little Seventh, find yourself an apprentice to learn cooking with you."
Little Seventh: "A dignified bodyguard reduced to being a cook — do you think this is easy for me?"
Little Fourth: "It’s not easy, but... ahem, think about it, in the future we’ll have to raise three kids. How tough will that be?"
As soon as Little Fourth brought this up, the others fell silent. If all three were boys, then really... it would feel like they’d have no will to live.
As bodyguards, their lives were hard enough. Not only did they need to be masters of both literature and martial arts, but they also had to manage everything from the drawing room to the kitchen, act as nannies, and fend off thugs.
In the backseat of the car, Qin Miaomiao touched her belly and sighed deeply:
"Hubby, tell me, how can such a small belly of mine fit three?"
"Your husband’s genes are too good; it can’t be helped."
"I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet, you bastard. I thought having one or two would be enough, but no, you had to give me three at once. From the start, you’ve made me suffer so much. Do you even feel guilty?"
"Not at all."
