Chapter 33 The Jealous and Spoiled Pregnant Husband
White walls, white sheets, white duvet cover—a scene of coldness and desolation.
Occasionally, one could hear someone sobbing.
The corridor was crowded with people dressed in black suits. Under the cold lights, everyone's expression was as solemn as stone. Leading them were Xiao Ji and Lao Si.
Many celebrities from all walks of life rushed over after hearing the news downstairs at the hospital.
Wei Sibei slowly awoke from his dazed state, only to be quickly pulled into a vortex of pain. A knife-like pain shot through his lower left abdomen. He frowned and glanced down, then remembered that he had been stabbed twice.
Ye Chuyi's face appeared before him: "You're awake?"
Although she shouldn't have shed tears in front of a seriously injured person, she was genuinely terrified: "Waaah, you scared me to death!"
Fortunately, he survived; neither of the two stabs damaged his internal organs.
He watched her sobbing so heartbrokenly against him, and it broke his heart.
I wanted to reach out and touch her face, but my right hand still had an IV drip in it, and it hurt whenever I moved it.
Ye Chuyi was extremely sensitive and immediately opened her arms to hug him: "You're not allowed to move!"
Wei Sibei was somewhat surprised.
"The doctor said that if there's any more bleeding, the baby really won't survive. Even you might...you might..."
He coughed and gasped as he spoke: "Don't hug me so tightly, I can't breathe..."
Ye Chuyi quickly let go of him and carefully looked him over from head to toe.
"Have you been crying?" Wei Sibei asked, but there was no mockery or ridicule, only tenderness and pity.
Ye Chuyi's eyes were probably still red, and she lowered her head noncommittally.
Wei Sibei, his breathing uneven, forced himself to say, "Hey, why are you crying? I'm fine, I'm not dead yet."
"You! Say that again!" Ye Chuyi felt a tightness in her chest whenever she thought of that rainy night, when Wei Sibei kissed her goodbye and then resolutely turned away. "You kissed me and then went to die, Wei Sibei, are you even human? How could you be so irresponsible?"
She really wanted to punch him, but he wasn't in the right body to do so. Ye Chuyi couldn't vent her anger, so she glared at him, her body trembling.
Wei Sibei was speechless; he was still furious with her.
Ye Chuyi broke down: "Even if you're just being stubborn with me, is it worth risking your life?"
"Worth it!" Wei Sibei's eyes flickered slightly, as if glistening with tears, and he gripped the bedsheet with his left hand. "What's the point of living if not for a sense of pride?"
Seeing his lifeless state, Ye Chuyi suddenly grabbed his shoulders, her upper body casting a shadow over his face. "Fine! I admit it! I care about you, I don't want you to die, I still like you, I still love you, and I want to hear you swearing." She paused, then tears started falling again. "I lost! Are you satisfied now?"
She lost, even though she didn't know what she was arguing about, she just felt like she had lost.
Despite the pain, Wei Sibei moved slightly toward her and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face.
"Don't think that just because you admit it first, you've lost." He cupped her hand in his cheek and said with an expression he'd never shown before, "Anyway, I was the one who fell for you first."
Ye Chuyi suddenly grabbed him and couldn't control herself anymore, bursting into tears.
Wei Sibei had never seen such a scene before, and for the first time, he felt that there was a situation he couldn't control. It was also the first time that she had shown such a wronged side in front of him, a side that no outsider had ever seen before, and she couldn't stop her tears.
Unfortunately, the little devil inside her also started making a fuss. He silently grimaced and couldn't take it anymore, so he patted her shoulder and said, "Alright, alright, you're crying too pitifully. People outside might think I'm dead."
She straightened up, still hiccuping from crying: "And she said..."
Wei Sibei curled his lips and said, "Come on, call all the brothers in and let them see how my wife yells at me."
Ye Chuyi: "What did you call me?"
Wei Sibei turned his gaze back, staring at the ceiling like a dead fish: "I won't repeat myself. If you didn't hear me, then forget it."
Once she had almost stopped crying, Wei Sibei looked at her cheeks and thought it was a bit outrageous: "Tsk, who bought you this eyeliner? It's not waterproof, and you look like you have two little black beans on your face."
Ye Chuyi hurriedly wiped away her tears with a tissue, while Wei Sibei continued to ramble on: "Look at you, when others cry, it's like pear blossoms in the rain, but you're like a black datura flower in the rain?"
Ye Chuyi crumpled up a tissue and threw it at him: "How could I be that poisonous?"
Wei Sibei immediately cried out, "Ouch! I'm already like this, and you're still hitting me!"
Ye Chuyi immediately went to rub it for him, but he quickly grabbed her hand and said, "It's not poisonous, dangerous yet alluring, okay?"
Ye Chuyi let him hold her hand, sobbing as she said, "You mustn't do such dangerous things again."
"Okay." Wei Sibei said with boundless affection, "If we wipe them all out this time, we can live a peaceful life from now on. No one will dare to bully you anymore... Mmm!"
The man's body suddenly stiffened, his long legs slightly curled up, and Ye Chuyi stayed with him through this wave of lingering pain.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Sibei asked again, "Chu Yi, compared to him... compared to him..."
"Of course you're the best!" Ye Chuyi naturally knew who he was referring to, and tenderly rubbed his stomach. "You...look at you, so tall."
"Really?" Wei Sibei finally managed a slight smile. "Is...is there more?"
"And..." she feigned a troubled expression, "You've stumped me. I have almost no recollection of him anymore. Apart from what I can tell from his appearance, I really can't remember anything else."
"Really?" Wei Sibei raised his chin. "You and him haven't been in contact for a long time?"
"That was ages ago. They've already broken up and dated several other people."
Wei Sibei pouted, fidgeting with the fuzzy ball on her stomach and the bed sheet in front of her, looking a little aggrieved: "Then why did you go see him again?"
"Wasn't this arranged by Director Zhang?" Ye Chuyi coaxed him. "Li Zihan's agency arranged it for him. They're going to shoot a promotional video for our unit. I heard he's also endorsing a sports brand, so they'll be sharing the venue and shooting it all in one go."
This kid is actually a celebrity? I've never heard of him before.
Seeing his gloomy expression, Ye Chuyi continued, "Well, it's all for work."
"When you heard the name Li Zihan, you should have known it was him." He had practically torn the sheet in front of her bald. Wei Sibei's eyes flickered, his peripheral vision constantly watching her every move.
"How could I know it was him? I've known more than a dozen people named Li Zihan since I was a child, men and women from all walks of life. How could I have known it was such a coincidence?" Ye Chuyi was truly wronged. "Besides, you saw his name yourself. How come you didn't remember that he was my first love?"
"I..." Wei Sibei was so choked up that she couldn't catch her breath, and her stomach started hurting again. "I just... experience pregnancy brain for three years. You're comparing yourself to me."
"Okay, okay, don't be angry." Ye Chuyi circled his abdomen, and through the thin walls of his uterus, she could feel the intense agitation inside.
Wei Sibei remained silent for a long while before finally moving his body with some difficulty.
"What's wrong? What do you want to do?" Ye Chuyi immediately sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I... I want to turn over." He was in pain all over his body whenever he moved.
"Let me help you, slowly, don't strain the wound." If she turned Wei Sibei around so that his back was to her, it would press on the knife wound, so she could only turn him around to face her.
Wei Sibei hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice, "He's your classmate, the same age as you. I'm six years older than you, and I wasn't involved in any of your student years..."
"Six years older? What do you mean by old? Can't you speak properly?" Ye Chuyi rolled her eyes at him disdainfully.
Wei Sibei was taken aback: "In short, you're the one who lost out."
"I like you just the way you are, is that not okay?" Ye Chuyi started to act shamelessly.
“No, he’s younger than me, from a better family than me, and even fairer than me…”
Ye Chuyi slapped his hand, which was still fiddling with the fur ball: "I like you, and I'm going to stick with you. While you were sleeping, I moved all my luggage to your place. Wei Sibei, don't deny it. I helped with the baby in your belly. I didn't agree, so neither of you are allowed to have any problems, understand?"
Wei Sibei's eyes flickered slightly: "You... are moving into my house?"
Ye Chuyi put her hands on her hips: "What? You want to charge me rent? I don't have any money. You spent over 500,000 yuan on in-game purchases last time. I have no money to pay rent or eat. If you don't support me, I'll have to sleep in the office."
Ye Chuyi coaxed him for a long time, telling him she liked him seven or eight times, before Wei Sibei finally felt relieved and fell asleep again.
Oh, she forgot. A jealous, spoiled pregnant husband is so sensitive and suspicious.
To accommodate Wei Sibei, Ye Chuyi postponed the shoot. Li Zihan was very cooperative, and importantly, the brand agreed.
As her pregnancy progressed and her belly grew larger, Wei Sibei felt increasingly uncomfortable. She had little appetite, couldn't eat, and her face grew thinner and thinner.
Ye Chuyi only knows how to make braised pork rice, a dish she learned eight years ago specifically to win over Wei's mother. But that's alright, besides Aunt Wang, Xiao Ji arranged for several chefs to prepare different dishes for him every day.
Even so, Wei Sibei could barely eat a few bites. He did, however, order from the menu every day, always making dishes that Ye Chuyi liked.
It was Friday night, and the two of them were grilling meat at home and watching the movie they hadn't finished watching last time.
"Wei Sibei!"
"Um?"
The plot then shifts back to the scene of the previous wall slam and French kiss, using wide shots, medium shots, close-ups, extreme close-ups, lip movements, hand movements, intense eye contact, and atmospheric build-up... making viewers blush and their hearts race.
When did you start liking me?
Wei Sibei cut her a piece of beef without tendons and held it to her lips, but did not answer.
Ye Chuyi took it in his mouth; it was soft, chewy, and delicious.
He didn't speak, so she stopped asking. She just watched the movie, occasionally grilling meat for herself, then reaching over to wrap it in lettuce and dip it in sauce.
Wei Sibei waited, clutching his stomach, feeling quite discouraged. Resigned, he snatched the cabbage from her hand, wrapped it up tightly like a swaddling cloth, and brushed on the appropriate amount of sauce according to her taste.
She suddenly stood up, pressed one arm against the sofa, and braced herself against him, her large belly rising and falling quietly between the two of them.
"Will you tell me or not!" Ye Chuyi knelt on his knees, holding his chin in one hand.
"Speak." Wei Sibei took a breath, spoke in his hometown dialect, and then looked at her defiantly, "Can you understand me? Hmm?"
"What don't I understand?" Ye Chuyi naturally didn't understand, but she didn't show it on her face. She smiled and licked the corner of his mouth. "You're just scolding me."
"It won't work, you're just trying to provoke me."
She personally sliced the roasted meat and handed it to his lips. Wei Sibei glanced at her fawning manner, then took the meat from her hand and swallowed it whole.
Ye Chuyi looked at him curiously: "Not nauseous anymore?"
With her swollen pregnant belly, Wei Sibei said something that sounded almost threatening: "What, can't I eat anymore?"
He snatched the dagger from Ye Chuyi's hand, sliced the meat for himself, and then cut off a whole piece without tendons to feed her.
Ye Chuyi was both annoyed and amused, and turned her head away.
Wei Sibei casually tossed it into his mouth, then cut off another piece and handed it over again.
"Why are you pregnant?" She patted the back of his hand and saw him clutching his stomach and frowning. "Don't pretend, I know the little one is doing well in your belly."
Upon hearing this, Wei Sibei chuckled mischievously, "You eat... I'll tell you."
Ye Chuyi just hugged his neck and laughed.
"You tell me."
Wei Sibei carefully leaned back, adjusting to a comfortable position so as not to put pressure on his stomach.
"Fine, I won't eat it then." Wei Sibei finally gave up and swallowed another piece. "Here you go."
Ye Chuyi tickled his stomach, initially gently and comfortably, then mischievously tickled him until he laughed.
"...You know that." He finally admitted defeat. "You know that."
Ye Chuyi nodded vaguely: "But I just want to hear you say it."
Wei Sibei touched his belly and said, "What's there to say?" He was unusually flustered. "It's just that I... I'll wash your shoes, cook for you, buy you pretty clothes, protect you from being bullied, and have your baby..."
The words may be rough, but the principle is sound. She straightened Wei Sibei's disheveled collar as if admitting her mistake, realizing she had gone too far.
Ye Chuyi leaned over and kissed his temple. He hadn't been eating much lately, so she was naturally happy that he could eat more meat.
Perhaps because he had just escaped death, Ye Chuyi was still very frightened. Ever since moving into his home, Ye Chuyi had been extremely obedient to him.
She almost lost him; given her professionalism, she wouldn't make the same mistake a second time.
This only emboldened him to become more and more demanding. Even after recovering from his injury, he refused to go to the boxing gym. Recently, he's been complaining that he's losing his fertility, and he's been refusing to go anywhere.
However, Ye Chuyi wasn't waiting for anyone. Director Zhang had called her several times, saying that several minor celebrities were waiting to collaborate on this positive-energy promotional video, and if they didn't film it soon, they would have to find someone else to do it.
Ye Chuyi didn't want Li Zihan to miss this opportunity, so she agreed to arrange a time to film together.
She told Wei Sibei, but Wei Sibei insisted on coming along.
"I'm just looking around from outside, I'm not disturbing your work. What's wrong, are family members not allowed to visit the set?" He was wearing a loose black coat and leaning against the car door. From the front, you couldn't really see his belly.
Ye Chuyi lifted his chin with her index finger: "You're just like a mistress who doesn't have a job right now, not even letting her husband go on business trips."
"Tsk, what are you saying?" Wei Sibei frowned, looking at her defiantly, and shoved his belly into her face. "Call me husband!"
"I won't call out. Get in the car!"
Wei Sibei, clutching his stomach, sat in the passenger seat, resting his elbows on the car window.
The car window was half-open, and the wind, carrying the scent of grass and trees after the rain, rushed into the car, causing the black collar of his coat to flutter slightly. Every time they stopped at a red light, Ye Chuyi would put her hand on his stomach and pat it.
The shooting location was inside the brand's office building. The studio was separated from the corridor by a glass partition, which provided soundproofing but not light protection. From the outside, one could clearly see what was happening inside.
As soon as Ye Chuyi arrived at the film set, she chatted enthusiastically with all sorts of people and was quickly surrounded and led to the glass side.
Wei Sibei then sat down in front of the monitor.
At first, the filming went smoothly. He hadn't seen Ye Chuyi for quite a while, and when he finally spotted her, she was holding equipment and taking pictures of Li Zihan.
Wei Sibei really didn't understand Li Zihan's outfit. She had purple hair, a dog collar around her neck, and her clothes were undone with holes in them.
This shoot had a cosmic theme, with the ground intentionally designed to be uneven and the lighting deliberately dimmed.
"Teacher Li, lower your head three degrees." Ye Chuyi bent her knees against the edge of the reflector, and Li Zihan's loose belt was reflected in the camera viewfinder. "Put your left hand on the back of the chair."
The metal folding chair scraped loudly in the silent studio, mingling with the sound of camera shutters.
Li Zihan has strong expressive abilities, but the results of her videos are never quite satisfactory.
The staff all knew that Ye Chuyi had extremely high standards, so they all remained silent and professional, only taking advantage of the breaks to hand Li Zihan touch-ups.
Ye Chuyi went up herself and fiddled with the platinum collar pin on Li Zihan's shirt collar with her fingertips.
“Teacher Ye’s hands are colder than a reflector.” Li Zihan suddenly looked down, her gaze lingering on Ye Chuyi’s wrist as she tried to pull away, her thumb seemingly unintentionally brushing against the thin calluses on Ye’s palm. “Want to use the hand warmer in my coat?”
Wei Sibei, standing in front of the monitor outside the glass, suddenly raised his hand and unzipped his coat. The nib of his pen smeared ink onto the contract appendix, and a bitter, tingling sensation rose in his throat.
Following his gaze, Xiao Ji saw that Ye Chuyi and Li Zihan's hands seemed to be intertwined.
Not only him, but many other media outlets outside were also broadcasting live.
Wei Sibei suddenly slammed the tablet onto the monitoring console. On the screen, Li Zihan was unbuttoning the second button in front of Ye Chuyi.
A cold, masculine voice rang out: "This series focuses on austere aesthetics, not a brochure for love hotels."
The air pressure in the entire studio suddenly dropped by three degrees.
She smelled a familiar scent wafting from behind her, and heard Wei Sibei's voice explode close to her ear: "The photographer should be looking at the lens, not the model's pectoral muscles."
"You should be looking at the financial statements, not my viewfinder." Ye Chuyi didn't even look at him before being beckoned over by Director Zhang outside the door.
Li Zihan's laughter rose like champagne bubbles. He casually unbuttoned the third button, revealing his V-line faintly beneath the silk shirt: "Would you like to personally demonstrate the aesthetics of asceticism? You're wrapped up so tightly in your coat, you really look like you're wearing medieval chainmail."
He dares to laugh at him?
Even though everyone knew that beneath that thick coat was a round, protruding belly, and that his abs had long since disappeared.
He actually attacked him for that.
"You just touch a girl's hand whenever you see her? Mr. Li, don't bring that shady stuff from the entertainment industry into the sports world."
Li Zihan: "I think it's you capitalists who do a lot of shady things in the entertainment industry."
Seeing Wei Sibei's expression, the agent tried to smooth things over: "Yes, yes, I accidentally bumped into Miss Ye while adjusting my clothes."
“We grew up together, innocent and pure. Please don’t use such foul language to slander me and Ye Chuyi.” Li Zihan stood her ground.
Wei Sibei's brows furrowed with a cold, dark cloud, brewing a storm: "Childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree? I've heard that Mr. Li has had many ex-girlfriends and countless on-screen couples. Don't try to romanticize your womanizing ways as being affectionate."
Outside the door, Ye Chuyi, who was being interviewed by the media, had no idea about the heated debate taking place inside.
The glass is one-way soundproof; people inside can hear people outside, but people outside cannot hear people inside.
Under the spotlight, cameras stood in rows, pointed at her like gun barrels. Many employees who came to catch a glimpse of the famous actress Li crowded into the aisle.
Ye Chuyi was naturally adept at handling such situations: "It was a very pleasant work experience, and I was able to reunite with my old classmates and spend a wonderful evening together."
Suddenly, the studio door opened, and a stack of papers on the monitor fluttered up in the air.
Upon seeing Wei Sibei, the employee suddenly stopped talking and stood up, quickly putting down his phone.
"Hello, Mr. Wei!"
"Hello, Mr. Wei!"
"Hello, Mr. Wei!"
There was a leader, whom the employees all addressed as "He".
Ye Chuyi turned around upon hearing the sound, and Wei Sibei was walking over with a gloomy expression.
Mr. Wei?
He actually owns a company?
Does this brand company belong to him?
Upon seeing him, the media immediately handed him their recording equipment. Before they could even ask about his impressions of the collaboration, Wei Sibei began:
"I hereby announce that Mr. Li Zihan does not fit our brand image and his endorsement is cancelled."
The agent was dumbfounded.
Wei Sibei strode out, his stomach trembling. He zipped up his jacket, wrapped it tightly around his stomach, and took the elevator directly down to the garage.
Ye Chuyi chased after him, quickly catching up: "Tell me, can you stop doing whatever you want? It's a live broadcast! You canceled it in front of everyone, embarrassing him so much. How is he supposed to face the world after this?"
Her phone was practically vibrating to death; her agent called her over a dozen times, but she didn't answer.
Wei Sibei suddenly stopped, turned around, and Ye Chuyi bumped into his stomach.
She took a step back: "Let's make a deal. In the future, could you please give me a heads-up before you stop walking?" She spread her hands.
"I'm asking you something." Wei Sibei sat on the hood of the car, and the kid started acting up again. "The other night, you stayed up watching a live stream, right? He looks like a completely different person with and without makeup. He's awful without makeup. What do you like about him?"
Ye Chuyi: "I watch his live streams for work, okay? I need to understand what he's like in different states so I can know what kind of filming suits him."
Wei Sibei said angrily, "You even gifted him a yacht! You're the top female fan on the leaderboard, I know your ID."
Ye Chuyi: "Stop being unreasonable, okay? His haters are just waiting to see him make a fool of himself. Look at this comment section, can you even control it?"
Wei Sibei: "He can't even accept this little bit of discussion, so what kind of public figure is he?" He then muttered, "A third-rate star who can't even be brought to the table, does he really think he's some big shot?"
Hearing him talk about his friend like that, Ye Chuyi naturally retorted: "Don't act so high and mighty and look down on people, okay? Everyone works hard and earns a living through their own abilities."
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Author's Note: A shower of red envelopes will fall in this chapter!
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