"I love you, Mu Ran."

Zhao Wuyuan leaned down. As he grew older, he became more and more manly. Every move he made was full of hormones, making Ji Xiaoxiao feel at a loss.

"I love you too, teacher."

"Shh, don't call me teacher, call me husband, my dear husband."

"Um, honey, I..."

After that, Zhao Wuyuan couldn't wait to swallow it.

After one night, Ji Xiaoxiao and Zhao Wuyuan were even more inseparable.

After a period of carefree enjoyment, what was bound to happen finally arrived.

Looking at the two bright red lines on the pregnancy test in her hand, Ji Xiaoxiao gave a speechless twitch of her lips. She was actually pregnant. Some time ago, Ji Xiaoxiao hadn't been eating or sleeping well, and the sight of greasy food would make her vomit. She had been pondering this, and after taking the test, it turned out to be true.

With a sigh, Ji Xiaoxiao threw the pregnancy test into the trash can.

Zhao Wuyuan returned that evening.

"Honey, I have something to tell you."

Zhao Wuyuan, feeling listless, put down his briefcase, leaned back on the sofa, and looked up at the ceiling. Ji Xiaoxiao dutifully brought him a cup of hot water to quench his thirst, and then quickly heated up some food, pulling him to the dining room to fill his stomach.

"What's wrong?" After eating and drinking his fill, Zhao Wuyuan finally spoke after a long while.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled and said, "I'm pregnant."

"What?" Zhao Wuyuan was shocked, nearly dropping the can of beer in his hand. "Pregnant? Really?"

Ji Xiaoxiao nodded emphatically in agreement.

"That's great, that's great."

After three years of marriage, Zhao Wuyuan is finally going to be a father.

Zhao Wuyuan was overjoyed and cheered, picking up Ji Xiaoxiao and spinning her around a few times.

"By the way, you're pregnant, so you can't do anything strenuous."

Zhao Wuyuan carefully put Ji Xiaoxiao down and gently touched her still-flat stomach. "How many months pregnant are you?"

"I'm not entirely sure yet, but it should be around two months." Without going to the hospital for a checkup, Ji Xiaoxiao didn't know how many days pregnant she was.

The following day, Zhao Wuyuan took a day off and took Ji Xiaoxiao to the obstetrics and gynecology department of the hospital.

"One month and twelve days, congratulations," the old doctor said.

Zhao Wuyuan is always smiling and looks much younger.

Pregnant women are usually in a bad mood, and Ji Xiaoxiao is an elite fighter among them. She is nitpicky about everything and everyone, and indecisive about food and drink. Zhao Wuyuan is tormented by Ji Xiaoxiao to no end.

"I'm sorry." In the dead of night, Ji Xiaoxiao would apologize.

Zhao Wuyuan smiled and said nonchalantly, "It's alright. Of all things, the pregnant woman is the most important. Pregnancy and childbirth are not easy, I should understand you."

Perhaps because she was pregnant, Ji Xiaoxiao was particularly sentimental. Zhao Wuyuan coaxed her into tears with just a few words.

Eight months into her pregnancy, Ji Xiaoxiao gradually returned to normal.

Tuesday was a sunny, cloudless day.

Zhao Wuyuan had classes all day and wouldn't be back until late at night. Ji Xiaoxiao was home alone and a little bored, so she rummaged through drawers and cabinets looking for things.

"Hmm, dirty clothes?"

Ji Xiaoxiao didn't find Zhao Wuyuan's secret stash of money, but instead found a few dirty clothes.

Ignoring the oddity of the clothes, Ji Xiaoxiao threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Are you going to turn a blind eye again?

Suddenly a voice came out.

Ji Xiaoxiao turned her head and looked around. There was no one there. Was it a ghost?

“It’s me, look up.”

Ji Xiaoxiao looked over and, holy crap, there was a ghost floating in the sky.

“It’s not a ghost, it’s me,” the man repeated.

Ji Xiaoxiao looked at the man with a puzzled expression. He had an ordinary appearance, nothing remarkable about him. His eyes were just eyes, and his mouth was just a mouth. He was very ordinary. The only thing that stood out was his noble and dignified demeanor, which made people turn their heads and find it hard to look directly at him.

"My lord?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked uncertainly.

"You finally remembered me," the man said. "I was worried about you, so I came down to check on you. Ah, Ji Xiaoxiao, you're still as foolish as ever. All the other Luo Shengs under my command have men and women devoted to them, but you... you've disappointed me so much."

Ji Xiaoxiao lowered her head, concealing the emotions in her eyes.

"Ji Xiaoxiao, I'm asking you, do you know that Zhao Wuyuan is having an affair behind your back?" the adult said sternly, forcing Ji Xiaoxiao to face the cruel reality.

Ji Xiaoxiao said in a deep voice, "I know."

What are your plans?

"A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit"—is this truly a wise saying?

"I have."

After saying that, Ji Xiaoxiao walked into the kitchen. The adults followed her and only then did they witness Ji Xiaoxiao's plans and determination. Women, ah, they are truly terrifying!

At 9:30 p.m., the sky was dotted with stars, and only half a moon was visible.

Zhao Wuyuan opened the door and smelled the aroma of food.

"I'm back, Muran."

Ji Xiaoxiao appeared with her big pregnant belly. "Welcome back. I just heated up the food."

Zhao Wuyuan took off his coat, put down his briefcase, washed his hands, sat down in the restaurant chair, and held the hot pot that Ji Xiaoxiao had personally brought over.

Zhao Wuyuan took a sip and his appetite was whetted.

"This is delicious, Muran, your cooking skills have improved again," Zhao Wuyuan praised.

Ji Xiaoxiao smiled shyly, "It's all because the ingredients are good."

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