"Relax." Lu Linchuan's fingertips began to gently circle around the navel.

His movements were slow and focused, as if handling a rare treasure. The pressure from his fingertips was just right, allowing the essential oil to be absorbed into her skin without causing her discomfort. The initial tension gradually dissipated, replaced by a warm feeling of being carefully cared for.

Su Wantang's breathing unconsciously slowed down, and her body softened, sinking into the soft cushions. She looked down at him, the light casting long shadows on his profile, his usually deep and sharp eyes now filled with focus and tenderness.

The room was quiet, with only the faint sound of his palms rubbing against his skin.

"Were you very nervous at the hospital today?" Su Wantang asked.

Lu Linchuan didn't stop moving, nor did he even lift his eyelids. "No."

"Really?" Su Wantang didn't believe it. She recalled how he stared at the screen in the examination room, his focus and tension were even more serious than when he looked at a contract worth hundreds of millions.

"Hmm." The man nodded, focusing intently on applying the pregnancy oil.

Su Wantang chuckled and poked his shoulder. "You're lying. I can see your palms are sweaty."

Lu Linchuan paused, finally looking up at her. His unfathomable eyes reflected her smiling face, but also a hint of helplessness. He didn't object, which was tantamount to acquiescence.

He was indeed nervous. From the moment he learned she was pregnant, a strange mix of joy and apprehension had gripped him. Today, when he saw that tiny sign of life on the screen, his heart even skipped a beat. It was his bloodline, the continuation of their relationship.

Seeing his tacit agreement, Su Wantang's smile deepened. This man, who was all-powerful and decisive in front of outsiders, was now flustered because of a little one who had not yet taken shape. This contrast made her feel both amused and warmed.

"Do you think he'll be like you, or like me?" she asked softly, her fingers unconsciously twirling a strand of his hair.

“Like you.” Lu Linchuan replied almost without hesitation.

"Why?"

“A girl like you would be very beautiful.” His fingertips traced a gentle arc, his voice deep and pleasant. “A boy like you would have a good personality and wouldn’t be as dull as me.”

Su Wantang's heart felt as if it had been gently tickled by a feather, a sweet and pleasant sensation. She gave him a reproachful look, "What's bothering you?"

Lu Linchuan didn't reply, but the area he was massaging unconsciously expanded a little. His fingertips would occasionally brush against the soft flesh of her waist, and each unintentional touch sent a slight shiver through Su Wantang's body.

An ambiguous atmosphere fermented silently in the air, intertwining with the scent of orange blossoms, becoming somewhat intoxicating.

The massage oil was gradually absorbed, leaving her skin warm and smooth. Lu Linchuan didn't stop; his hand remained on her abdomen, his palms continuing to warm it.

Suddenly, he leaned down and gently pressed his cheek against her stomach.

The sudden action startled Su Wantang; his hair tickled her.

"What are you doing?" Su Wantang asked in a coquettish voice, her voice trembling.

He didn't answer, but just listened intently, as if listening to some secret.

After a while, he spoke in a very low, almost breathy voice, as if afraid of disturbing the little creature inside.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

Su Wantang held her breath and looked at him quietly.

Lu Linchuan's cheek was pressed against her skin, and his voice came through her abdomen with a strange resonance.