Feng Jingche sat beside Yu Xiyue as the hazy streetlights from outside cast their glow upon her exquisite profile.
She leaned back with closed eyes, her long, thick lashes resembling two small fans that cast faint shadows beneath her eyelids. Her nose stood straight and elegant like a mountain ridge, accentuating the delicate contours of her face. Her naturally rosy lips resembled lush rose petals, untouched by cosmetics.
Dressed in loose clothing, there wasn’t the slightest hint of pregnancy visible from this angle.
Beautiful she certainly was.
But, but, but—
Ah!
The child in her womb wasn’t his!
He, the esteemed eldest young master of the Feng family, had unexpectedly become a stepfather!
Getting a ready-made son or daughter for free.
Was this a good thing?
Pah!
It wasn’t.
If others found out, he would become the laughingstock of the entire capital!
Even the entire country.
Feng Jingche burned with rage, his gaze fiery as he stared at her, wishing Yu Xiyue would vanish on the spot.
He maintained this wife-staring obsession all the way home. By the time they got out of the car, his neck was so stiff it felt like it might break.
Rubbing his neck, Feng Jingche casually introduced to the servants waiting at the door, “This is Yu Xiyue, the young madam chosen by Grandfather. She’s pregnant, so take good care of her.”
Yu Xiyue greeted them gently, “Hello everyone, this is our first meeting. Please accept these small gifts as tokens of my respect.”
Feng Jingche, who had already entered the hall, turned back. Was she actually giving gifts to the servants?
An Hui, the maid Yu Xiyue had brought from the Yu family, held a stack of red envelopes and distributed one to each person.
Feng Jingche: “…”
Impressive.
Starting to win people over right from the beginning.
Did she really plan to live here permanently?
Had she forgotten that theirs was merely a contractual arrangement?
“Grandfather?”
The Old Master sat imposingly on the sofa, his cane striking the floor with a thud. “You came in alone?”
What else was he supposed to do?
Did Yu Xiyue need him to support her as she entered?
He wasn’t some personal eunuch!
“Grandfather, I’m here.”
Yu Xiyue spoke sweetly, smiling warmly as she approached Old Master Feng. “Good evening, Grandfather. Have you eaten?”
“Grandfather has eaten. You must be tired from today. Rest early—I’ve arranged everything.”
Yu Xiyue maintained her smile.
Was his so-called arrangement going to be putting them in the same room?
Feng Jingche’s expression wasn’t any better—he had probably guessed the same.
“Tonight is your wedding night. I wanted to hold a wedding ceremony, but Yueyue’s condition makes it inconvenient now. We’ll hold the wedding after the baby is born—that gives us several months to prepare.”
Old Master Feng escorted them to their room door. “Go on in. Good night.”
“Good night, Grandfather.”
The two entered the room.
Feng Jingche closed the door behind them.
When the lights turned on, Feng Jingche scanned his room. Well, well, well!
Just wonderful!
He had only been gone for a few hours.
How had even the curtains been changed?
A bouquet of red roses stood arranged on the tea table.
Red double happiness characters were pasted everywhere.
The bedsheets and duvet covers had been replaced with red ones.
Two sets of red couple-style pajamas were laid out beside them.
He needed to calm down.
Feng Jingche walked into the bathroom. His large mirror was adorned with an enormous red “Double Happiness” character.
His toothbrush, his towel, his bathrobe—everything was red!!
He was going to faint.
His room.
Completely ruined.
The sky was falling!
“Urgh…”
Feng Jingche rushed into the bathroom.
Screw that master.
It must be a spy sent by a competitor to deliberately disgust him.
Feng Jingche crouched by the toilet, vomiting until the world spun. “Damn it, that fortune-teller dared to trick me! I’m going to kill him!”
He knew that guy was a fraud!
Yu Xiyue leaned against the doorframe, stroking her pregnant belly, her smile harder to suppress than an AK-47.
Though she was the one pregnant, it was Feng Jingche who suffered from morning sickness!
She ate and drank as she pleased—this pregnancy was absolutely fantastic!
If she ever had a second child, she’d definitely choose him again!
Though between them…
There probably wouldn’t be a second child.
What a shame.
Out of pity, Yu Xiyue poured him a glass of water. “You’re vomiting so badly—what exactly is wrong with you? If you die, can you leave your inheritance to me and the baby?”
Feng Jingche had just started to think Yu Xiyue had a conscience, since she remembered to bring her husband water.
The next second, he wanted to strangle her.
He rinsed his mouth angrily, slamming the cup down. “Yu Xiyue! Be reasonable. You’re my wife in name, so it makes sense to leave my inheritance to you. But why should I give it to an outsider!”
“Shh~”
Yu Xiyue raised a finger. “Keep your voice down. Don’t let the baby hear you.”
Feng Jingche was puzzled. What if the baby did hear?
It wasn’t even biologically his.
To put it nicely, he was just the stepfather.
Feng Jingche stood before her, his handsome face scowling fiercely. “Yu Xiyue, don’t think you can manipulate me. You’re here to ward off bad luck by arranging a marriage for me. If my strange illness doesn’t get better, I’ll divorce you in a heartbeat.”
“It will get better.”
“When?”
How would she know?
Everyone’s constitution is different.
It wasn’t her experiencing morning sickness—she didn’t feel a thing.
Some people have morning sickness in the first three months, others later.
Judging by Feng Jingche’s condition, he’d probably been vomiting for a while.
Surely he couldn’t keep vomiting forever?
Even if he did, once she gave birth, it would stop.
“In a while~” Yu Xiyue walked further inside. “I’m going to wash up now. You go out and cool off.”
“I’m not sleeping with you!”
“Your grandfather is outside. If you can handle him, I’ll sleep out there, or you can sleep outside.” Yu Xiyue picked up her toothbrush and toothpaste. “I don’t mind.”
Feng Jingche didn’t dare go out either.
He was afraid Old Master Feng would break his legs.
Feng Jingche left.
Yu Xiyue took her time washing up, noticing her toiletries had already been placed there.
It seemed Old Master Feng had come very early today.
After finishing her routine, she went out wearing a red nightgown.
Feng Jingche was sprawled on the sofa playing on his phone, not even glancing at her.
Quite self-aware—he knew the sofa was his destined spot for the night.
After her skincare routine, Yu Xiyue sat on the bed, playing music and reading to the baby in her belly.
With a girl in the bedroom, even the air smelled fragrant.
Combined with Yu Xiyue’s soft, sweet voice, Feng Jingche’s mind was in turmoil.
He abruptly got up and headed to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, Feng Jingche emerged wearing red pajamas, moving so awkwardly he seemed to have forgotten how to walk.
Him!
A six-foot-two man!
Actually wearing red pajamas!
Feng Jingche sighed in despair. “I want to sleep on the bed.”
“Go ahead. It’s a king-size bed—there’s plenty of room for you.”
“What about you?”
“You wouldn’t make a pregnant woman sleep on the sofa, would you?” Yu Xiyue stopped the music and looked up at him. “Don’t let your unborn child look down on you.”
Feng Jingche closed his eyes.
What the hell did the baby have to do with him?
Why should he care about some unborn child?!
Yu Xiyue pressed her lips together to suppress a smile. First of all, she would never sleep on the sofa. Secondly, they had already slept together—it wasn’t their first time.
She was bold and unbothered!
Yu Xiyue lifted the other side of the silk quilt and crooked her finger at him, beckoning. “Come on up~”
“The prenuptial agreement clearly states separate rooms. Yu Xiyue, what do you think you’re doing? You’re pregnant, you—”
Feng Jingche swiftly lay down on the sofa.
Yu Xiyue turned off the light with a light heart.
Playing with you is as easy as walking a dog.
Just a little finger crook, and you react so strongly.
We’ve already slept together, yet you’re still pretending to be an innocent man.
Feng Jingche, you totally deserve that Best Actor award.
Yu Xiyue thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but surprisingly, she slept soundly.
While she slept sweetly, Feng Jingche drifted like a shadow in the dark night to the edge of the large bed.