Feng Jingche resembled a large dog sniffing for its owner’s scent.
Had he forgotten something?
Yu Xiyue even softened her breathing, silently recording the screen to preserve evidence.
“Does it smell good? Is it fragrant?”
Feng Jingche only snapped back to reality when he heard the gentle voice, realizing what he had just done.
He lifted his head from the warm, soft, and fragrant bedding, his eyes dazed, “Stop slandering me. I just didn’t sleep well last night and got tired.”
Feng Jingche quickly ended the video call.
Oh my god.
What had he just done?
Feng Jingche irritably ran his fingers through his hair, then lay back down in the bedding.
This time, he even pulled the covers over himself, took off his shoes, and burrowed completely underneath.
He was going to sleep.
Why couldn’t he sleep!
He had the certificate.
What was wrong with a husband sleeping in his wife’s bed?
Yu Xiyue had only slept there for a few days.
He had slept in this bed for three years!
This was his bed.
Feng Jingche closed his eyes and drifted into a hazy sleep.
In his dream, he was taking a nap in a tree when a huge Monster barged into the forest, its footsteps deafening.
He ran and ran, swinging from branch to branch.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t escape.
Both he and the branch were swallowed into the Monster’s mouth.
“Get up!”
Feng Jingche’s eyes snapped open to see Old Master Feng raising his cane, as if it were about to come down the next second.
“Grandpa!”
Feng Jingche grabbed the cane, “It’s the middle of the night, Grandpa. Aren’t you tired?”
“Old people don’t need much sleep.”
Old Master Feng withdrew his cane, “How can you still sleep? Someone is trying to steal your wife right in your own home, and you’re content to just lie here!”
“You haven’t vomited these past two days. Has the warding off bad luck by arranging a marriage been effective? If it’s working, you should be grateful and go win over your wife. You have the marriage certificate, so how can you just sleep? Hurry up and go find Yueyue!”
“Grandpa, picking up a pregnant woman in the middle of the night is too much trouble. Have some consideration for her.”
“Did I say you had to bring her back? Can’t you stay over there? You’re the Yu family’s son-in-law, you’re her husband!” Old Master Feng thumped his cane on the ground, “I helped you get a wife, and you can’t even hold onto her. Don’t make me slap you.”
A slap would be better.
It wouldn’t hurt as much as being hit with a cane.
Feng Jingcre got up dejectedly.
His parents had told him not to make the old man angry.
Having an elder at home is like having a treasure.
Feng Jingche walked ahead while Old Master grumbled about his hair from behind.
Ha!
So what!
He loved how his grandfather couldn’t stand him but couldn’t do anything about it.
After driving away from home, Feng Jingche gripped the steering wheel. Just because Grandpa told him to go, did he have to?
He could easily stay at a hotel.
Or go stay in his own spacious apartment.
Anywhere would be better than going to the Yu family.
How dare that bastard Gu Feiran think about marrying Yu Xiyue!
If Gu Feiran really wanted to marry Yu Xiyue, he wouldn’t have had a chance in the first place.
Knowing that Yu Xiyue was such a hot commodity with so many people coveting her, he was rushing over now.
Pah!
Was it even his turn to be the stepfather?
Stepfathers need to be chosen too!
Before he knew it, the car had already entered the Yu family villa.
Feng Jingche got out of the car, and Uncle Lin came out to greet him, “Good evening, son-in-law.”
“Uncle Lin.”
“Son-in-law, you…” Uncle Lin stared at his hair.
Ah!!
Pink?
Was his eyesight failing him?
Just because he had good looks didn’t mean he could abuse them like this!
Uncle Lin rubbed his eyes hard, but it was still pink!!!
Had the young mistress returned to her parents’ home because the son-in-law dyed his hair a color she didn’t like?
The young master just got married and doesn’t understand yet that a man’s hair is considered shared marital property.
At his age, even I wouldn’t dare casually cut my hair.
How dare he dye it pink???
And such a flashy pink at that.
Being handsome really means you can do whatever you want!
I’m jealous.
“What are you doing here?”
Yu Qingsong, wearing pajamas, saw Feng Jingche coming upstairs. “My sister is asleep!”
Feng Jingche remained calm. “That’s fine, I’m here to sleep too.”
Yu Qingsong’s mouth twitched. Thankfully he came to sleep, not to sleep with his sister.
“Do you even know which room my sister is in?”
“Brother-in-law, tell me.” Yu Qingsong pointed.
Feng Jingche didn’t suspect anything and went inside. When he turned on the light—
Good heavens.
The guest room!!!
He turned back to see Yu Qingsong leaning against the doorway, laughing.
Feng Jingche didn’t say anything, just gave him a meaningful smile.
“I told you my sister is asleep. Turning on the light would disturb her. She’s pregnant and sleeps lightly now, so you should just sleep in the guest room.” Yu Qingsong turned off the light. “Goodnight, brother-in-law!”
“I don’t really care, but if Mom and Dad find out I slept in the guest room tomorrow morning, they’ll suspect our relationship isn’t good, that I’m not treating your sister well. When that happens—”
Before Feng Jingche could finish, the light turned back on.
“The room at the southernmost end. My sister really is asleep, so keep quiet.” Yu Qingsong leaned against the doorframe. “If you treat my sister poorly, I’ll have objections. But if you treat her well, I’ll respect you and genuinely consider you my brother-in-law.”
Feng Jingche scoffed lightly. “What, were you still hoping Gu Feiran would become your brother-in-law?”
“Anyone could. There are plenty of men out there.”
Women don’t necessarily need men anyway.
And men aren’t exactly great catches either.
Back when Yu Xiyue was in school, she was too dazzling. Everyone from Yu Qingsong’s age group to his own had this first-love filter when it came to her.
That “Simp Group” had tons of people lining up to become the baby’s stepdad.
They all want to take my place.
Feng Jingche gently pushed open the bedroom door.
Warm yellow bedside light fell on Yu Xiyue as she leaned against the headboard, her eyes sparkling. “Baby, you just moved. Aren’t you asleep yet?”
The baby was already showing fetal movement.
They hadn’t even been married a week!
Feng Jingche wanted to cry but had no tears.
“Did you just teleport here?” Yu Xiyue pulled the blanket over herself. “Do you really have to drag me back to face criticism tonight?”
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To sleep with you.”
Yu Xiyue: ???
Is he crazy!
Who wants him to sleep with them?
“For real? Though pregnant women do get desires, we signed a prenuptial agreement saying you wouldn’t let me touch you~” Yu Xiyue’s delicate brows furrowed slightly. “This puts me in a difficult position. How about you sleep on the floor tonight~”
She guessed right away that the Old Master had sent him.
Feng Jingche was purely being forced into this.
Feng Jingche plopped down on the edge of the bed. “The heating isn’t on yet, and you want me to sleep on the floor? I have meetings tomorrow. If I get sick, are you going to go in my place?”
“Sure.”
She agreed way too readily.
So much so that Feng Jingche’s brain short-circuited for a second. “You’d actually agree!”
“Why wouldn’t I? I may not know how to work, but wouldn’t I know how to be the boss?” Yu Xiyue’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “It’s not impossible for you to get in bed—go take a shower first!”
He’s actually going!
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
After a while, Feng Jingche emerged with a white towel wrapped around his waist.
Hiss~
This round isn’t a loss at all.
Baby, your dad has an amazing body.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs—clear water droplets trailed down his skin, sliding over his abs and disappearing into the towel.
That particular spot was enough to stir the imagination.
“Yu Xiyue, wipe your drool.” Feng Jingche stood coolly and arrogantly by the bed, drying his damp hair. “Beg me, and I’ll let you touch them.”