The term “baby” actually slipped so naturally from his lips.
Without even lifting his eyelids, Feng Jingche imitated Yu Xiyue’s posture, leisurely basking in the sun. “Little bro, your sister has money. She’s been given properties, shops, shares in branch companies—she can buy whatever she wants. If I buy something, I wouldn’t even know what she likes.”
“You’re her husband! You should know! You should be buying things for her!”
Yu Qingsong grew anxious.
Yu Xiyue picked up an orange. As they faced off, it seemed like she had nothing to do with the matter.
Good heavens!
This orange is so sour!
Even she, a pregnant woman, found it sour.
It made her nauseous.
Feng Jingche abruptly stood up, suppressing his disgust. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Yu Qingsong pointed it out.
The moment Feng Jingche left, Yu Qingsong immediately leaned in. “Sis, he rushed to the bathroom so urgently—could his kidneys be weak?”
Yu Xiyue tossed away the sour orange and wiped her hands leisurely. “I’m already pregnant. What does his kidney health have to do with me?”
“What about the future! In the future—”
Yu Xiyue remained calm. “He’ll be fine by then.”
Feng Jingche’s kidneys were perfectly healthy—it was probably his stomach that troubled him.
He went to throw up.
How strange.
They say only people in love experience sympathetic morning sickness.
How could Feng Jingche be sharing her pregnancy symptoms?
Just because they made love that night?
Impossible, right?
Absolutely impossible.
If Feng Jingche truly cared about the girl from that night, he wouldn’t have married her, would he?
“Sis, I’m going to check on him.”
“Hey, don’t—you…”
Never mind.
Yu Qingsong darted off in a flash.
Sneaking to watch someone use the bathroom—how did her brother become such a creep?
Just as Yu Qingsong arrived, Feng Jingche opened the door and came out.
“Hey, brother-in-law, how are you feeling?”
“If I’m not well, I’ll twist your sister’s head off,” Feng Jingche clenched his fist. “Just you wait.”
Yu Qingsong balled his own fists. “What do you mean? What does your condition have to do with my sister?”
Feng Jingche didn’t want to bother with him.
All that chattering.
So noisy.
Compared to him, Yu Xiyue was much more well-behaved and quiet.
Just sitting there comfortably, eating grapes—though she seemed to need someone to peel them for her.
Then Yu Qingsong rushed over.
He crouched beside Yu Xiyue, peeling a grape and offering it to her lips.
Did he wash his hands?
Were his hands clean?
Clearly, Yu Xiyue shared the same doubt as Feng Jingche.
“You didn’t wash your hands—eat it yourself.” Yu Xiyue pushed her brother away and picked up a water glass from the table, handing it to Feng Jingche.
“That’s your cup! You’ve drunk from it!”
Fine, if he didn’t want to rinse his mouth.
She wasn’t that willing to share anyway!
Yu Xiyue turned and poured the water onto the ground.
Feng Jingche’s outstretched hand froze mid-air.
Yu Qingsong snickered under his breath. Heh heh heh.
Trying to steal my sister, huh? Hmph!
My sister doesn’t even want you.
Before his smug grin could fully form, Yu Qingsong got a knock on the head.
“Go pour some water.”
Yu Qingsong was incredulous—his sister actually told him to fetch water for Feng Jingche???
What gave Feng Jingche the right!
Still, Yu Qingsong got up to pour the water.
He had to listen to his sister.
By the time he returned with the water, he saw Yu Xiyue and Feng Jingche each reclining on a lounge chair, comfortably sunbathing. Flowers bloomed all around, maple leaves blazed red in the distance, and a gentle breeze brushed their faces—the scene unexpectedly evoked a sense of tranquil contentment.
Surprisingly, they actually looked quite well-matched.
How could that be!
Yu Qingsong shook his head. His sister was flawless; no man in this world deserved her.
“Water.”
Feng Jingche rinsed his mouth with water from the cup and spat it on the ground.
“Sis! He didn’t even drink it!”
Yu Qingsong loudly protested.
“Calm down.” Yu Xiyue tugged at his sleeve.
She didn’t explain further.
Feng Jingche probably didn’t want more people to know.
After rinsing his mouth, Feng Jingche said, “Thanks.”
He wore sunglasses, making it impossible to discern his gaze or determine whom those words were directed at.
Yu Xiyue’s luggage filled two large trucks.
Feng Jingche was stunned.
If he remembered correctly, Yu Xiyue had just returned to the country recently, right?
Did she really need to move so many things?
The trucks went ahead to Feng Jingche’s residence, while they stayed at the Yu family home for dinner.
At the dinner table, Feng Jingche witnessed how pampered Yu Xiyue was in her family.
The table was filled with all her favorite dishes. Shrimp was peeled and placed in her bowl. Whatever she wanted, a single glance from her sent Yu Qingsong bustling around, calling her “sister” with every breath.
His own family had never raised someone so delicate.
Who in his household could read her subtle cues?
Married couples didn’t necessarily have to live together. He thought it would be perfectly fine for Yu Xiyue to continue living in her own home.
He had vomited this afternoon too. Just based on that, the idea of warding off bad luck by arranging a marriage was pure nonsense!
Utterly useless.
When they were leaving, Yu Luping held his wife’s hand and wept loudly.
Yu Xiyue, with her pregnant belly, had to comfort her father. “Dad, it’s just an hour’s drive. You didn’t cry this much when I was abroad.”
“With the traffic in Jing City, an hour won’t be enough, it won’t be enough…” Yu Luping leaned on his wife’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, your dad can’t bear to part with you…”
Did it have to be like this?
Did he have to make her cry?
Yu Xiyue gave Yu Qingsong a meaningful look.
“Mom, Dad, let me tell you what I’ve been up to lately.”
He pulled the couple inside.
As Yu Luping was being led away, he shouted, “Feng Jingche! Treat my daughter well! If you dare wrong her, I won’t let you off!”
Feng Jingche spread his hands with a smile. “Miss Yu, expecting me to treat you well is quite a challenge, isn’t it? We’re only in a contractual relationship~”
“Don’t worry, I’m not counting on you.”
“Then who are you counting on? The baby’s father? If the baby’s father still wanted you, would you have married me?” Feng Jingche clicked his tongue. “You’re quite pitiful too. That man is truly despicable. Forget about him—men like that aren’t worth remembering. Let him go to hell!”
Yu Xiyue stared at him in shock.
She had never seen anyone curse themselves like this.
He was already experiencing morning sickness on behalf of his wife. Feng Jingche, you didn’t need to sacrifice this much.
With your spirit of sacrifice, anyone who saw it would call you a modern-day Lei Feng!
“You make a valid point.” Yu Xiyue suppressed a smile, her lips pressed together. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Even if we take a step back, although ours is a contract, we are legally married. If he ever comes back for you, you’re not allowed to go with him, nor are you allowed to have contact with any other men. During the contract period, your identity is Mrs. Feng.” Feng Jingche opened the car door. “Understood?”
“Of course, husband~”
Feng Jingche even opened the car door for her—finally acting like a gentleman.
Yu Xiyue got into the car, but Feng Jingche remained standing outside.
His ears turned faintly red. She, she…
How could she be so shameless!
He had just reminded her that theirs was a contractual relationship, and she called him “husband.”
“Feng Jingche, are you getting in the car or not?”