Meanwhile.

Huo Zhenyang held the delicate woman in his arms as they descended the stairs.

Just as they were about to leave, he noticed her tilting her small face upward, staring at him as if looking at a gorilla.

"What, do you think I’m being too unreasonable?" He frowned slightly.

"No," she replied with a hidden meaning in her tone, "I just feel like you’re still the same... you haven’t changed at all."

The "same as before" she referred to was how, since the first year she met him, his temperament had remained constant.

She wanted to tell him she had remembered everything from that year with him.

But she didn’t know how to say it all at once.

Would he even understand it... if she told him in this way?

He seemed to sense something off in her tone and was about to ask further when the driver’s voice came from the entrance: "The car is ready, sir."

Without saying anything more, he carried her out of the villa and got into the car.

*

Near the San Marino Mansion Area, there were many private hospitals equipped with outstanding resources. Their medical staff were all graduates from top-ranked medical schools in America.

Since their patients were residents of the mansion area, these hospitals were built more like private villas.

The car sped along rapidly toward the hospital.

Jiayi leaned against the window, where she could vaguely see the sprawling emerald-green coastline. Taking a deep breath, she was greeted by the fresh, slightly salty sea breeze that seemed to cleanse her body and soul.

She had just heard him mention his mansion in LA, America.

Over two months ago, he had brought her here for recuperation.

After catching a glimpse of the Huo Family villa in LA earlier, she had already been stunned.

The scenery in the San Marino Mansion Area left her even more dazzled and overwhelmed.

Though it was a residential area for mansions, its size was surprisingly large—almost comparable to a small city in America.

The neighborhood itself had comprehensive facilities: private elite schools from preschool to university, with educators sourced from Ivy League Schools.

There were also private hospitals, luxury shopping centers, supermarkets, hair salons, bookstores, amusement parks, gardens, and more.

What shocked her the most, however, was spotting an airport along the road within the mansion area, built for the convenience of its residents.

Could any residential area in China, no matter how expensive or prestigious, ever afford to construct an airport exclusively for its inhabitants?

Moreover, the density in the San Marino Mansion Area was incredibly low, with each villa spaced far apart like independent castles, ensuring complete privacy.

Rather than calling it a residential area for mansions, it would be more fitting to describe it as an exclusive kingdom for the wealthy.

If someone moved in here, they might never need to leave for the rest of their life.

LA’s property prices needed no introduction, being part of the renowned "City of Angels."

If the land in China was worth its weight in gold, then here it was surely worth its weight in diamonds.

A single square foot was so expensive that even a well-paid professional couldn’t afford it after a lifetime of saving every penny.

And yet, this was only one of the Huo Family’s residences abroad.

Jiayi let out a soft sigh, proving once again that people should never compare themselves to others—understanding the world of the wealthy was an impossible task.

"Do you like it here?" Huo Zhenyang noticed her staring in a daze and leaned closer, wrapping his arm around her waist and whispering near her ear.

Her body seemed to fall into a warm, steamy sauna, enveloped in his presence. His breath heated her cheeks until they flushed: "A super invincible ocean view? Of course I like it."

Huo Zhenyang glanced at the driver.

The driver understood the young master’s intention and slowed down, allowing the lady in the backseat to enjoy the ocean view better, and even opened the sunroof.

With a gentle sound, the roof above them slowly slid open, transforming the closed space of the car into a convertible.

It was warm this time of year on the West Coast. The gentle sea breeze wouldn’t harm her health and might even let her breathe some fresh oxygen from nature.

"If you like it, then focus on recovering. If the doctor permits, I’ll take you around LA in a few days."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up in joy, her cheeks reddening further—she almost couldn’t sit still from excitement. She pouted slightly with regret and murmured: "It’s a pity that Zaizai isn’t here. That little guy would have gone crazy playing around."

As she spoke, her tone turned a little melancholy. She hadn’t seen her little Zaizai in so long, and she missed him dearly.

He found that she was surprisingly easy to cheer up; at times, she acted no different than a child. At the mention of "fun," she couldn’t sit still, but then her face showed sadness, clearly thinking about Zaizai. His sculpted lips shifted slightly: "This time, Dabao can’t accompany you, but Xiaobao can keep you company."

She smiled gently and nodded.

...

The car followed the coastline through the San Marino Mansion Area for half a circle before finally stopping at the entrance of the private hospital.

The hospital had a white dome, with its walls intricately carved by world-famous designers.

Standing at the steps below were an older American doctor with graying hair and two assistant nurses, apparently awaiting their arrival.

The private hospital in the San Marino Mansion Area catered exclusively to the wealthy residents of the area, functioning as both a medical institution and service enterprise.

The doctor approached, his gaze falling on Jiayi and exuding a friendly, kind demeanor: "It seems Miss Chu is recovering well. It’s rare to see recently awakened patients with such good spirits. Of course, we’ll still need to conduct a thorough examination as protocol."

Jiayi was slightly surprised to see how familiar the older doctor seemed with her. Huo Zhenyang held her hand firmly and explained: "This is Dr. Kevin, your primary physician here in America. He’s been overseeing your condition for the past two months."

"Dr. Kevin?" Jiayi vaguely remembered the name. "Is he the one who performed your surgery in America?"

He nodded: "That’s right."

This time, her injuries from the car accident included head trauma, so he had sought out Kevin, a top neurosurgeon in America, to manage her recovery.

Jiayi thanked him politely: "Thank you, Dr. Kevin."

The three of them entered the hospital, and Kevin instructed his assistants to take Jiayi for a medical checkup.

By the time the examination was complete, it was already past noon.

The test results would take three hours, and to avoid keeping them waiting, Dr. Kevin suggested they return tomorrow to collect them.

However, Jiayi was anxious about the results of the fetal examination and insisted on waiting here.

Seeing Jiayi in good spirits, and with Kevin’s approval, Huo Zhenyang took her to a Chinatown-style tea house nearby for lunch.

Over the past two months, Jiayi had mostly consumed liquid food due to her weak stomach. Dr. Kevin had just warned them to avoid heavy, oily dishes and not to eat too much.

Huo Zhenyang ordered her congee—soft and smooth, cooked tenderly to melt in one’s mouth—along with a touch of vegetables and lean meat.

Having not eaten rice for two months, Jiayi’s stomach felt slightly unaccustomed, and she wasn’t particularly hungry. But she reminded herself that she wasn’t alone anymore—she had her baby.

Although her baby’s development had been sustained by other nutrients recently, it wouldn’t compare to the benefits of real food.

She only wanted to eat as much as she could, hoping her baby could absorb more nutrients. She managed to finish two bowls before feeling nauseous, bending over and vomiting a bit of bile.