Reluctantly, Feng Jingche went upstairs.
“Hubby, hubby!”
“What is it?”
“I heard you can play the piano. The baby in my belly wants to listen.” Yu Xiyue stroked her pregnant belly. “Grandpa just said that Daddy should participate in prenatal education too.”
Daddy!
Daddy!
Daddy!
He was the stepdad!
“Why does he tell you everything?” Feng Jingche grumbled verbally, but his body had already honestly walked toward the music room.
“When you’re not home, Grandpa chats with me. He even showed me your childhood photo album. Cheche, you were so, so adorable when you were little—a proper little gentleman, super cute.” Yu Xiyue compared him to the tall figure before her. “What did you eat to grow so tall?”
“I have good genes. As for you, just give up that idea. If you have a son, he definitely won’t be as tall or as handsome as me.”
Yu Xiyue covered her belly with both hands. “Baby, don’t listen to Daddy’s nonsense. You’ll surpass us—boys will be handsomer than Daddy, girls will be prettier than Mommy.”
Feng Jingche sat down at the piano. What sin had he committed?
He actually had to play piano for someone else’s child’s prenatal education.
Couldn’t her child listen through speakers?
Had to listen live.
Quite picky ears!
Even in the womb, this child was going to be hard to handle.
“What do you want to hear?”
Feng Jingche’s fingers were slender and long, with pink tips—perfect for playing the piano.
“Für Elise.”
Alice?
That bad woman from that night said her name was Alice.
But there was no one named Alice on the list that night.
That bad woman—even her name was a lie to him.
Usually wild and untamable, Feng Jingche with his pink hair sitting before the black piano appeared elegant and noble, like a medieval aristocrat born for music.
As his fingertips danced, the soothing, melodious music made the baby in her belly move several times.
Could the baby also sense Daddy’s magic?
After finishing the piece, Yu Xiyue sat beside him. “While you were playing just now, the baby moved.”
Meeting Yu Xiyue’s gentle gaze, her voice sweet and syrupy, the anger in Feng Jingche had long since vanished.
“He really liked it?”
“Yes, he really likes Daddy’s playing. Do you want to feel?”
“Feel what?”
Feng Jingche panicked.
Feel where?
Yu Xiyue grabbed his wrist and placed his hand on her protruding pregnant belly.
Previously, when he accidentally rolled next to Yu Xiyue while sleeping and held her, he hadn’t been fully conscious—he had never felt her pregnant belly like this before.
Through the layer of her cotton dress, he felt the little life inside seemed to really move.
“You can talk to him. He can sense Daddy.”
Was she serious?
Did he, as the stepdad, need to go that far?
“I’d rather just play the piano.”
Feng Jingche didn’t know what to say.
He wasn’t the biological father.
It’s not like he could greet the baby with, “Hi there, I’m your stepdad!”
Hah.
What kind of situation would that be!
Feng Jingche played a few more pieces. “Is the baby listening?”
Yu Xiyue didn’t feel any fetal movement—the baby in her belly might have fallen asleep.
The corners of her lips curved upward. “The baby is listening.”
The little one wasn’t listening.
She was.
Feng Jingche closed the piano lid. “Yu Xiyue, Grandpa protects you so much—what exactly did you say to him?”
Grandpa’s recent behavior had been too strange.
Why had he married Yu Xiyue? To ward off bad luck by arranging a marriage, to cure his mysterious vomiting illness.
Now he understood—he really might have been experiencing morning sickness.
Throwing up on someone else’s behalf.
So how did Yu Xiyue convince Grandpa to take her side?
Yu Xiyue smiled, “It’s a secret. You’ll find out later.”
“I was just testing you, but it turns out there really are secrets between you two that I don’t know about. What are they?”
“If I’m not letting you know, why would I tell you?” Yu Xiyue reached out and ruffled his hair. “Grandpa and I won’t harm you, you know. We’re your family.”
“I didn’t say you could touch me!”
“Yu Xiyue, don’t touch my hair!”
“You messed up my hairstyle!”
“Yu Xiyue, you…”
Feng Jingche was so angry that he grabbed her and held her tightly in his arms, not letting her move.
Yu Xiyue’s red lips lightly brushed against his cheek, and Feng Jingche froze completely.
“Husband~”
“Do you want a kiss?”
She…
She!
Feng Jingche’s Adam’s apple moved. “Where does that kind of talk leave our prenuptial agreement?”
“I’m asking for your opinion. I’m not forcing a kiss on you.”
Yu Xiyue licked her lips. “It’s been so long since we last kissed. Your lips look so kissable, husband—just like your abs look so touchable. It’s so tempting!”
Go ahead.
Yu Xiyue, just go ahead and tease!
If he gave in even once, he’d be stuck with this female rogue Yu Xiyue for life!
Was that how she ended up with that child of hers?
“Can I kiss you?”
Suddenly, I feel like kissing.
In this atmosphere, it’d be a shame not to kiss.
If this were a romance novel, the leads would be kissing so passionately by now.
But they can’t get too passionate—that kind of stuff isn’t allowed to be written.
“No, not allowed.”
Feng Jingche refused.
“Then let me go.”
Feng Jingche released his hands.
“Since you won’t let me kiss you, don’t come back to the master bedroom tonight.”
Yu Xiyue got up and left.
Feng Jingche: ???
Wasn’t the master bedroom originally his room?
His, right?
He refused to believe Yu Xiyue would actually keep him out.
At the master bedroom door, An Hui stopped Feng Jingche.
“Son-in-law, my young mistress said you toss and turn too much in your sleep and it affects her rest. You’re not allowed in tonight.”
“It’s not like I really want to go in anyway.”
Feng Jingche gritted his teeth.
Just who gave these two, mistress and maid, the right—
Such audacity!
They actually dared to stop him.
He couldn’t swallow this insult.
He’d get his revenge sooner or later.
Feng Jingche’s revenge was to go out and film.
He didn’t even leave a trace of himself at home.
They were so busy bickering that he forgot to ask Feng Jingche about Li Linjiang.
Until Yu Xiyue saw Li Linjiang at the project launch ceremony.
Speak of the devil.
He really is starring in it!
Yu Xiyue sent Feng Jingche a message, but the guy didn’t reply.
Men, so petty.
A week later.
Yu Xiyue returned home from shopping with her mother and heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom.
She tiptoed over and saw Feng Jingche crouched by the toilet.
Is it starting again?
Why is he still vomiting?
After Feng Jingche finished vomiting, a cup of water was handed to him.
He rinsed his mouth, turned around, and saw Yu Xiyue.
“Yu! Xi! Yue!”
“Hi, husband. Long time no see.” Yu Xiyue leaned against the doorway, smiling cheerfully as she greeted him. “Still vomiting, huh?”
Yeah!
Why is he still vomiting!
After marrying Yu Xiyue, he had been vomiting much less frequently.
Only once a day.
Sometimes not at all.
But after separating from Yu Xiyue and arriving on set, he kept feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit.
The kind he couldn’t suppress no matter what.
Could it really be that he only feels better when he’s near her?
Feng Jingche slowly moved closer to her, a wicked smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“You… what are you trying to do?”
Yu Xiyue backed away while holding her pregnant belly. “Your smile is so creepy. I didn’t even use your card to buy anything today! Feng Jingche, calm down!”
“Ah!!!”