Nonsense, My Husband Can't Be a Psychopath

[Trigger Warning: The male lead appears self-controlled and adheres to etiquette, but in reality, he is inwardly sinister, an extremely insecure psychopath, who constantly devises ways to entice th...

Chapter 129 Extra

Chapter 129 Extra

The morning light streamed through the window lattice, casting a layer of light gold on the dining table.

Yu Zhi had just scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth when she suddenly felt a surge of acid in her stomach. She covered her mouth abruptly, turned her head towards the trash can and coughed twice, her face paling a little.

"What's wrong?" Pei Yuezhou's movements were faster than his voice. He instantly stood up and walked around her. He gently placed his palm on her back to breathe, his brows furrowed tightly.

Could it be that the ingredients are not fresh?

Yu Zhi took a break, shook her head and leaned back in her chair, her voice still a little weak: "I don't know, I just suddenly felt nauseous."

Pei Yuezhou wanted to ask more, but Yu Heng, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly put down his chopsticks. His eyes moved between the two of them, and finally landed on Yu Zhi's lower abdomen.

He didn't speak immediately, but just picked up the teacup and took a sip. However, that meaningful look made Pei Yuezhou feel inexplicably uncomfortable.

Pei Yuezhou raised his eyes, "What are you looking at?"

Yu Heng put down his teacup, tapped the table with his fingertips, and said slowly: "I didn't read anything, I just suddenly remembered..."

He paused, deliberately drawing out his tone, looking at Yu Zhi with a more pronounced expression, "Zhizhi, have you been complaining about being tired lately? And you've been craving something sweet or sour?"

Yu Zhi was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously.

Yu Heng raised his eyebrows, turned his gaze to Pei Yuezhou, and said with a hint of ridicule, "Brother-in-law, have you ever thought about other things?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the two of them froze at the same time.

"This...how is this possible?"

It took Pei Yuezhou a long time to find his voice, and there was still a hint of uncertainty in his tone. He reached out to touch Yu Zhi's belly, but was afraid of breaking something, so his fingertips hung in the air and did not dare to let go.

They clearly took precautions every time.

Yu Zhi was also in a daze.

Yu Heng looked at the two of them and couldn't help laughing: "Is it possible? We'll know if we go to the hospital for a checkup."

On the way to the hospital, Pei Yuezhou held Yu Zhi's hand, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the back of her hand, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

There is panic, uncertainty, and more of a strange confusion.

He always felt that having Yu Zhi was enough. His strong possessiveness made him want to keep her completely in his own world, and he never thought of adding a third party to divide her attention.

It wasn't until the examination form was handed to him, with the words "intrauterine pregnancy" clearly printed on the paper, that Pei Yuezhou finally reacted.

He noticed Yu Zhi caressing her belly.

Pei Yuezhou walked over, squatted beside her, and said in a low voice: "Zhizhi, do you... want this child?"

He didn't mention his own thoughts.

Yu Zhi looked up at him and said frankly, "To be honest, I wasn't prepared to welcome this child. I was panicked at first, but I was mostly surprised."

As she spoke, she took his hand and placed it on her flat belly.

"Ayue, this is a child that belongs to both of us."

Pei Yuezhou's heart seemed to be gently bumped by something, and the confusion gradually dissipated.

"Okay." He looked up at Yu Zhi, his eyes tinged with smile, "If you want, we'll stay."

After returning home from the hospital, Yu Zhi became the focus of protection at home.

Pei Yuezhou called the company that day and temporarily handed over most of the affairs to Pei Youming, only handling urgent documents and staying at home with her the rest of the time.

Yu Heng reported in on time every day and even controlled her walking speed, for fear that she would bump into something.

"You really don't need to be so nervous."

Yu Zhi leaned on the sofa, watching Pei Yuezhou cut the fruit into small pieces and handed them to her mouth, and smiled helplessly, "The doctor said it's stable in the early stages. I'm not that squeamish."

Before Pei Yuezhou could speak, Yu Heng was unhappy. "How can that be possible? Pregnant mothers' immunity will be reduced. It's always right to be more careful."

The days passed slowly in such cautiousness, and Yu Zhi's belly gradually became apparent, with a slight curve visible even when she wore a loose skirt.

That afternoon, Yu Zhizheng and Pei Yuezhou were walking in the garden when their cell phone suddenly rang.

It was Song Yu who called and said that Song Nuan suddenly fainted, was unconscious, and kept muttering her name.

Yu Zhi's heart tightened, and she immediately asked Pei Yuezhou to drive her to the Song family.

When we arrived at the Song family, the doctor had just finished the examination and said it was caused by hypoglycemia.

When Song Nuan finally woke up, her eyes were still a little confused.

Surrounded by so many people, she was so introverted that she didn't know how to react.

Until she saw Song Yu coming in, she subconsciously shrank behind him and said timidly: "Brother..."

At that moment, Yu Zhi's heart settled.

The real Song Nuan is back.

She didn't ask about Xue Falcon's whereabouts, but she felt inexplicably relieved. Since Xue Falcon was able to help Song Nuan recover, he must have completed his mission and was alive and well.

When I came out of the Song family, it was already dark. The flowers on the roadside were in full bloom, and the evening breeze blew the fragrance of the flowers onto my face.

Pei Yuezhou carefully held Yu Zhi's waist and slowly walked towards the car.

Not far away, Yu Heng had just left the Song family and was walking towards his car parked on the side of the road.

The evening breeze blew the petals of the evening cherry blossoms by the roadside, and they landed on his shoulders. The pink and white petals, stained with the softness of the twilight, somewhat alleviated the weariness between his brows.

He raised his hand to brush away the petals on his shoulders, but suddenly a soft call came from behind him.

"Young Master."

The sound was very light, like being blown by the wind.

Yu Heng's movements suddenly stopped, his fingertips suspended in mid-air, and even his breathing seemed to miss a beat.

He had waited for these three words for too long, so long that he thought that time had already worn them into a shallow scar in his heart. But when he heard them now, his heart seemed to be grasped by a hand, and the past memories surged up with it.

He slowly turned around, his eyes passing through the falling cherry blossoms and falling on the person not far away.

Lu Jianyi was standing there, wearing a light green cotton and linen long skirt, the hem of which was gently blown up by the wind.

Her hair was unkempt, hanging loosely on her shoulders, with a few strands hanging down by her cheeks, softened by the twilight.

The most familiar pair of eyes and eyebrows, with the unique gentleness of a Jiangnan woman, the corners of her eyes are red at this moment, and the bottom of her eyes are filled with water, as if containing a pool of Jiangnan lake water, gently shaking, and spreading tenderness.

"Sorry I'm late."

Yu Heng walked towards her step by step, his steps so fast that he had lost some of his usual calmness, and he was also careful not to disturb anything.

Late cherry blossom petals fell on his hair and clothes, and also fell between the two of them, like a flower path leading from the past to the present.

When he walked in front of her, Yu Heng no longer hesitated. He reached out and gently embraced Lu Jianyi in his arms.

"It's okay to be late," he whispered in her ear, his voice hoarse but full of seriousness, "just... don't leave again."

Lu Jianyi buried herself in his arms, "Okay."

Hearing this, Yu Heng's eyes slowly lit up, like a dusty lamp finally being lit.

Even the wind blowing between them was warm, turning the more than ten years of waiting he had endured into the most tender reunion at this moment.