After a series of examinations.
“Approximately seven weeks along. Early pregnancy symptoms, perfectly normal.”
Doctor Zhou put down his pen, his tone firm.
“But she’s vomiting severely,” Lu Yancheng’s voice remained somewhat heavy. “Could there be any issues? Perhaps she should be hospitalized?”
Doctor Zhou looked at him for two seconds and smiled.
“Company Commander Lu, I’ve worked on this island for ten years, and you’re the first one who wants his wife hospitalized for morning sickness.”
Doctor Zhou’s smile reached the corners of his eyes, laughter lines appearing.
“Others come for treatment hoping to avoid medication, injections, and hospitalization. Yet here you are, actively requesting it.”
Lu Yancheng stood in place, his ears visibly reddening at a noticeable pace.
Fang Muyu turned her head away.
Too embarrassing to watch, a bit shameful.
…
After resting at the hospital for a while, Fang Muyu felt much better.
When the two walked out of the hospital entrance, Lu Yancheng noticed no movement behind him.
Fang Muyu stood on the hospital steps, looking at Lu Yancheng.
Lu Yancheng frowned slightly, not understanding.
Fang Muyu reached out toward Lu Yancheng. “Carry me on your back.”
Quite a few people were passing by. Lu Yancheng looked somewhat uncomfortable. “Can’t you walk by yourself?”
“No.”
Fang Muyu decisively refused.
Just kidding.
The distance from the family quarters to this hospital isn’t short at all.
And she hadn’t eaten breakfast yet! Walking back would be exhausting!
Lu Yancheng glanced at Fang Muyu. “If I carry you back again, the whole island will know by tomorrow.”
However, after only two seconds, Lu Yancheng obediently bent down and hoisted Fang Muyu onto his back.
“Don’t worry,” Fang Muyu’s tone was utterly flat, as if discussing the weather. “Yesterday you carried me halfway across the island, and just now you carried me here. The whole island already knows.”
Lu Yancheng fell silent.
Instead of returning to the family quarters, they went back to the guesthouse.
Inside the room.
The two faced each other. Fang Muyu lounged lazily, half-reclining on the bed, while Lu Yancheng sat stiffly upright on a chair.
Silence spread through the room.
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?” Lu Yancheng broke the stillness first.
“Yes,” Fang Muyu patted her empty stomach. “I’m hungry.”
Lu Yancheng instantly remembered the lunchbox he had forgotten in the cafeteria.
He shot to his feet. “I’ll go buy you something right now.”
“I don’t want steamed buns or baozi. I want lean pork congee,” Fang Muyu ordered swiftly.
“This is the military base,” Lu Yancheng reminded her tactfully.
“Oh!” Fang Muyu stroked her belly. “It’s not that I want to eat it. It’s your son who wants it.”
Lu Yancheng was instantly left speechless.
“It’s a bit late now. How about tomorrow?”
Fang Muyu thought for a moment. “Save the congee for tomorrow. I’ll have a bowl of egg noodles later. By the way, your son’s palate has been a bit picky lately. He wants to try your cooking.”
Lu Yancheng’s temple twitched. His son was still so small; clearly, it was her own craving. “Fine.”
Fang Muyu pushed her luck. “For lunch, I want steamed egg with minced pork on top.”
“Alright,” Lu Yancheng was too tired to object anymore.
…
How could the military cafeteria easily accommodate special requests?
In the end, Lu Yancheng went to buy groceries himself and borrowed Wu Weiguo’s family kitchen to prepare Fang Muyu’s breakfast.
It must be said, Lu Yancheng’s cooking skills were indeed good.
The noodles were perfectly separated, golden eggs nestled in the broth, fresh green vegetables vibrant, the clear soup dotted with tiny oil droplets.
The warmth carried the aroma of lard and eggs, wafting toward her face. A bite of the soft, flavorful noodles, followed by a sip of the savory, warming broth that settled comfortably in her stomach.
Fang Muyu squinted her eyes contentedly.
She ate most of the noodles from the aluminum lunchbox.
The remaining portion, she couldn’t finish.
“Full?”
“Mhm.”
Lu Yancheng took the aluminum lunchbox and, quite naturally, picked up the chopsticks Fang Muyu had just used, lifting the noodles to his mouth.
“I already ate with those…” Fang Muyu hurriedly stopped him. “There’s my saliva on them.”
“So what?” Lu Yancheng, who hadn’t eaten anything all morning, was starving. “Haven’t I had enough of your saliva before?”
As if recalling some inappropriate scenes, Lu Yancheng instinctively clenched his legs.
Fang Muyu was speechless.
“Wasting food is shameful.”
Lu Yancheng quietly added.
Then, he rightfully finished the noodles Fang Muyu had left behind.
After washing the lunchbox and returning, he sat down solemnly in front of Fang Muyu. “Now, can we have a proper talk?”
“Talk about what?” Fang Muyu pretended not to understand.
“The child.” Lu Yancheng looked seriously at Fang Muyu’s stomach.
“Aren’t we divorced?” Fang Muyu’s eyes held a hint of mockery. “The divorce papers were just signed a few days ago. Battalion Commander Lu, you haven’t forgotten, have you?”
“I…” Lu Yancheng was momentarily at a loss for words. “I haven’t forgotten.”
“Since we’re already divorced, this child is mine.” Fang Muyu’s expression instantly turned sharp. “As the child’s father, isn’t it only natural for you to take care of him?”
She hadn’t forgotten that she was in a book. In the book, the male lead’s destined partner was the female lead.
Lu Yancheng would eventually marry Gu Shiyi. He had nothing to do with her, the villainess.
Her only purpose in coming to the island was to carry the pregnancy to term and give birth, making the male lead fulfill his duties as a father.
A man who could fall for Gu Shiyi—Fang Muyu wanted no part of him.
Lu Yancheng’s body stiffened abruptly, freezing in place. His face showed no expression, but the light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit, chillingly cold.
His hands, hanging at his sides, unconsciously clenched, knuckles turning white. Though his heart was in turmoil, his expression remained unchanged.
His Adam’s apple bobbed heavily. In the end, Lu Yancheng nodded. “Fine.”
Once again, silence fell in the room.
“I have things to do. I’ll leave now.”
“Mhm.”
Watching Lu Yancheng’s cold retreating figure, Fang Muyu lowered her eyelids, hiding the complexity in her eyes.
…
Only after stepping out of the guesthouse, greeted by the cool sea breeze, did Lu Yancheng’s tense body relax slightly.
He curled his lips in self-mockery.
What was he still hoping for?
Thinking her coming to the island meant she couldn’t let him go?
Now, that dream was shattered!
Lu Yancheng put on his military cap, pulling the brim low to cover his heavy brow, and strode toward the camp.
…
On the training ground.
“What are you doing? Didn’t any of you eat your fill?”
“You, you, you, and you—do it again.”
“All of you, extra training for half an hour.”
…
Song Hao shivered as he watched Lu Yancheng, who radiated a chilling aura.
“What’s up with your battalion commander?” Wu Weiguo had somehow appeared behind Song Hao.
“I don’t know either,” Song Hao shook his head. “He’s like he’s swallowed gunpowder.”
“Didn’t they say his wife is pregnant? Isn’t that good news?”
Wu Weiguo found it truly strange.
“This morning he was still borrowing the kitchen from me like a fool, and now he’s turned into a rabid dog?”
Song Hao scratched his head. “Is it possible that the wife kicked Company Commander Lu out of bed? He’s… unsatisfied?”
Wu Weiguo paused for a moment. “That seems plausible.”
“Company Commander Wu, why don’t you go comfort our company commander?” Song Hao suggested.
Wu Weiguo looked at Song Hao suspiciously. “Why don’t you go yourself?”
“Pulling a tiger’s whiskers—I’m not going to stir up trouble.”
“Same here.”
…