“Sigh, Xiao Huang just doesn’t have the destiny to become famous.”
Chen Feng ended the topic with this sigh.
To him, Xiao Huang’s experience was nothing more than a piece of gossip. He watched it pass by and didn’t even care to spare a single shred of sympathy in his heart.
Ji Xing, however, was in a state of utter turmoil.
Chen Feng did not show the slightest bit of surprise or morbid curiosity about a man getting pregnant, which meant Ji Xing’s guess was likely correct. In this world, men getting pregnant and giving birth was not an unusual occurrence. The reason Xiao Huang attracted so much attention was because of his identity as an entertainer, not because of his gender.
Then the question arose: why would a danmei novel world set up a rule where men could get pregnant?
Without needing to think too hard about it, it was definitely to make it convenient for the protagonist to get pregnant.
Unfortunately, Ji Xing happened to be the protagonist of this novel.
After smoothly sorting out this logic, Ji Xing felt his entire body go numb. He had originally thought that transmigrating into the world of a book was already explosive enough, but now he was being told that men could actually get pregnant!
To verify his guess, Ji Xing took out his phone with a final trace of wishful thinking and pulled up that danmei novel titled The Domineering Movie Emperor’s Reckless Love. Not long ago, he had seen this novel on the CP super-topic forum for himself and He Mingchen, but he hadn’t read it carefully back then. He had only been able to roughly confirm that this novel was the exact same one he had seen before transmigrating.
Because he had been too shocked when he read it previously, he had skipped many details and hadn’t reached the ending, so he wasn’t sure if there were actual pregnancy and childbearing plots in this novel. If there weren’t, then he still had a glimmer of hope. He could believe that men giving birth had nothing to do with him and was just a built-in setting of this world.
Who would have thought that the moment he found the novel and before he even had time to look at the content, he would see a tiny tag right there on the synopsis page: MPreg!
This really was an MPreg novel!
Ji Xing held his phone, tears welling up in his eyes in despair.
Why did he have to transmigrate into an MPreg novel?
He was a grown man, how on earth was he supposed to get pregnant?
Facing the newly opened door to a brand-new world right before his eyes, Ji Xing suddenly felt that the plotlines of He Mingchen doing this and that to him weren’t scary at all anymore. Right now, all he wanted to know was whether it was still too late to go straight to the hospital for a vasectomy.
“Ji Xing!”
At this moment, someone suddenly called out to him, interrupting his mental breakdown.
Ji Xing looked up and saw that it was the production coordinator for the crew.
“The space over there is almost cleared out, we can get ready. You go over first and test the lighting,” the coordinator said.
“Oh, okay.” Ji Xing hurriedly reined in his chaotic thoughts and dazedly followed the coordinator to the set.
The busyness and noise of the filming set temporarily pulled him back to reality. He had to try his best to push those stray thoughts to the back of his mind to avoid letting others notice any anomalies or delaying the work at hand.
“We borrowed this venue and time is limited, so we have to hurry.” The coordinator waved a hand, motioning the crew members forward, and added, “Help him put on the gear first so he can get used to it.”
Immediately afterward, a staff member dragged over the equipment used for wire-fu.
“Have you ever hung on wires before?” the other person asked.
“No, this is my first time,” Ji Xing said.
“The actions for this scene are very simple with no difficult requirements. Later, a car will come from that side, and our staff will control the direction of the wires so that you hit the hood of the car, get bounced off, and fall to the ground. But don’t worry, the collision isn’t real, and the fall isn’t real either. The wires will reduce the force of the impact, so normally you won’t get hurt.” The staff member probably noticed that his complexion didn’t look too good, so he tried to comfort him in his words.
Yet, Ji Xing suddenly recalled Chen Feng’s words:
“He wanted to hide the bun in his oven, and today he fell while on the wires, causing a miscarriage on the spot.”
Xiao Huang’s miscarriage was caused precisely by falling while suspended on wires. This showed that wire work wasn’t entirely without danger; it just depended on the actor’s condition. For an actor with good physical health and no hidden issues, it would mostly be fine, but if there were special circumstances, it was hard to say.
More importantly, Ji Xing suddenly remembered something: that night, he and He Mingchen hadn’t taken any safety precautions. If he had a physique that could get pregnant, was he in a bit of danger right now?
It shouldn’t be such a coincidence, right?
It was only for a single night, so normally he wouldn’t conceive.
But what if his constitution was special…
Ji Xing’s mind was in complete chaos, filled entirely with the image of Xiao Huang being carried onto the ambulance.
If he was already carrying a child just like Xiao Huang, who could say what might happen once he was hoisted up on those wires a moment later? Once an accident occurred, he might end up just like Xiao Huang: at best, suffering a miscarriage and ending up in the hospital; at worst, facing life-threatening danger, which wasn’t entirely impossible.
Weren’t TV shows always acted out that way? A pregnant person accidentally falls, bleeding profusely, and rescue efforts fail. Ji Xing ran through all the movies and television dramas he had watched over the years, having already mentally rehearsed the worst-case scenario that was about to befall him.
“Although you might feel it’s unnecessary, after what happened today, I still have to say one more thing before anyone goes on the wires. If there’s any physical inconvenience, you aren’t allowed to hang from the wires. You don’t have any of that, right?” the staff member suddenly asked Ji Xing.
Ji Xing looked at him and instinctively asked, “What?”
“I mean, you don’t have any physical discomfort or pregnancy or anything like that, right?”
“I…” Ji Xing’s face turned pale, and a fine layer of sweat seeped from his forehead due to tension. He looked at the busy filming set, his gaze landing on the car standing by nearby. Thinking about how he would be hit by it shortly, he instantly felt a wave of panic wash over him.
“What’s wrong with you?” the staff member asked.
“I, I don’t know…”
Perhaps because his emotions were stretched too taut, Ji Xing suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, his feet feeling as though he were stepping on clouds, unable to stand steadily. Right at that moment, his wrist felt heavy as it was firmly gripped by a large hand.
“Why are your hands so cold?” He Mingchen’s familiar voice sounded right beside his ear.
“Teacher He.” Ji Xing looked at He Mingchen, his wrist trembling with an unconscious micro-shiver. “I’m not feeling very well.”
His voice carried a hint of a sob, sounding at first glance like he was acting spoiled toward a close lover. He Mingchen lowered his gaze to look at the person before him. The youth’s already fair back of the neck had completely lost its color, making him look even more like a piece of white porcelain carved by hand, making one worry that even the slightest touch would shatter him.
He Mingchen casually helped him take off the half-worn equipment and asked, “Where does it hurt?”
“I want to, I want to vomit.” Ji Xing suddenly felt a surge of nausea and rushed toward the direction of the restroom.
Fortunately, the restroom wasn’t too far away. Ji Xing hurried to the sink, bent over, and let out a few violent dry heaves. However, he didn’t throw up anything; instead, these few dry heaves stimulated him to the point of tearing up.
The nausea in his chest hadn’t receded yet. Ji Xing grabbed the edge of the sink to barely steady himself, feeling as though his internal organs had been churned and stirred by something, leaving him with an indescribable, terrible discomfort.
Why would he suddenly want to vomit?
Could he really be pregnant?
No way. Who said only pregnant people vomit? He must be feeling like this because his emotions were too agitated. People occasionally vomit when they were scared; this was normal and nothing to worry about.
Ji Xing frightened himself with such thoughts while simultaneously trying hard to comfort himself.
Right at that moment, footsteps suddenly echoed from outside.
Ji Xing raised his eyes and saw through the mirror that He Mingchen had walked in.
“Why does your complexion look so terrible?” He Mingchen walked up behind him, raising a hand as if wanting to touch him.
Ji Xing’s expression changed, and he hurriedly scrambled a couple of steps to the side, dodging the other man’s hand.
People become exceptionally sensitive when they feel a guilty conscience. Ji Xing seemed deathly afraid that if He Mingchen touched him even once, some earth-shattering secret would be exposed. Thus, he couldn’t help retreating step after step until his back pressed firmly against the wall, at which point he finally came to a halt.
“What’s wrong?” He Mingchen asked with a furrowed brow.
“I…” Ji Xing still had un-wiped tears lingering in his eyes. At this moment, his face was pale, and his reddened eyes stood out all the more starkly, making him look utterly pitiful.
“Tell me, what’s wrong with you?” He Mingchen’s tone wasn’t heavy, yet it made one naturally want to submit and obey.
Ji Xing took a deep breath and said, “I’m afraid of heights. Can we not use the wires?”
Upon hearing this answer, He Mingchen let out a sigh of relief. He had thought it was some troublesome matter; it turned out he just didn’t want to hang on wires.
“Just because of this?”
“Yeah.” Ji Xing lowered his gaze, a trace of guilt lingering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I…”
“It’s fine, it’s just one shot.” He Mingchen pulled out a tissue, handed it over, and softened his voice. “Next time you encounter something like this, tell me right away. You don’t need to cry in secret.”
He was not crying in secret!
Ji Xing wanted to retort, but he lacked the courage, so he could only obediently say, “I’ll remember.”
“Do you still feel any physical discomfort right now?” He Mingchen asked.
“No.” Ji Xing shook his head.
He Mingchen probably didn’t believe him, stepping forward a few steps to grab Ji Xing’s hand. The man’s hand was large and powerful, his palm radiating a familiar warmth. Ji Xing instinctively wanted to pull his hand back, but it was a futile effort, leaving him with no choice but to let the other man knead his hand.
“Your hands are still a bit cold.” He Mingchen’s gaze fell upon the youth’s face. “Fortunately, your complexion has recovered quite a bit.”
Ji Xing glanced into the mirror and noticed that his originally pale face had somehow flushed with a red tint.
A few minutes later, Ji Xing returned to the set once more.
By this time, his mind was still somewhat chaotic, but he was no longer as out-of-my-mind as he had been just moments before.
“Teacher He, our time is limited. Shall we start filming now?” The coordinator stepped forward to ask He Mingchen.
“Let’s change this scene.” He Mingchen said casually as if nothing were amiss. “The time is too short, and even if this shot is filmed, we might not be satisfied. It’s better to use a reverse shot between a person and the car to convey the plot. That way, Ji Xing will actually have more room for performance.”
In truth, aside from action-genre movies that would directly display car-crash shots, most dramas glossed over them in a single stroke. The reason the initial plan involved hanging