episode 82
On the day He Xun received the Pulitzer Prize for Journalism, he also received a wedding ring that Mo Shilin had prepared in advance.
Since neither of them liked anything too flashy, they chose a simple and clean design for the ring. A delicate, small, round aquamarine was set in the center of the thin silver band, and two sesame-seed-sized white diamonds were set on either side of the gemstone. The smooth inner ring of the ring was engraved with the initials of their names. Although it was understated, it was still luxurious, and it would reflect a dazzling light with the slightest movement of the fingers.
Besides taking time to fly abroad to get their marriage certificate, the two also bought a new large apartment near Yuntu.
Since Aunt Mu, who was over fifty-five years old, finally ushered in a glorious retirement, Mo Shilin simply dismissed all the servants in the villa and chose an auspicious day to move into the new home with He Xun.
In addition, Mo Shilin also held a special meeting to launch a news program for He Xun on YunTu, aiming to explore the truth and fulfill the social responsibility of internet media.
After going through many twists and turns, the two became boss and subordinate again. President Mo was quite happy and even gave up his driver, taking the initiative to act as his driver and go to and from get off work with He Xun—after all, the two of them worked in the same building.
He Xun felt helpless about this and weakly struggled, "Even though we're married, we still need our own space, right?"
Unexpectedly, Mo Shilin stared at him intently and asked, "Who do you want to have personal space with?"
"......"
Oh well, let it be.
This person can be really difficult to deal with when they get jealous.
The news program was broadcast, but as a wedding ritual, Mo Shilin deliberately finished a week's worth of work in one go, and then dragged He Xun along under the guise of a honeymoon vacation, but in reality, he spent almost every day tormenting He Xun in bed.
He Xun's face was forced against the cold wall. He was panting heavily and gritted his teeth as he tried to push the man away. "Can you...can you find a job?"
Mo Shilin frowned and suddenly groaned, then breathed a sigh of relief.
A cryptic smile played on his thin lips as he pinched He Xun's chin from behind and gave him a light peck. Then, with practiced ease, he tied the condom in a knot and tossed it into the trash can, replying rather irrelevantly, "I'll go cook for you."
"......"
It took He Xun a while to calm down before he blushed and adjusted his body to a normal posture.
The soft bed was slowly springing back, and he lay there like a couch potato for half a day before finally getting up with difficulty.
Staring at the trash can overflowing with the remains of Mo Shilin's descendants, he suddenly felt a little fortunate that he had managed to persuade the other party to wear it today, as he truly lacked the energy to wash it.
He put on his pajamas and sat on the edge of the bed, sipping the warm water that Mo Shilin had prepared for him. Inadvertently, he caught a glimpse of the only trophy Mo Shilin kept in the bedroom—the one with burn marks that he had noticed when he first cleaned Mo Shilin's room in the villa.
The doubts that had been buried deep in his heart resurfaced, and he couldn't help but ask about them during dinner.
Mo Shilin simply raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything, but the next day he took He Xun back to his parents' villa.
Upon entering, he went straight to the point—the bedroom where he spent his childhood. He put his arm around He Xun and, with a serious and exaggerated tone, recounted to the dark wall how miserable his childhood was.
He Xun was initially quite distressed, but the more he listened, the less it seemed to make sense. He couldn't help but cover the man's mouth with his hand, laughing and scolding, "Alright, alright, if you keep making things up, this will be too much."
Mo Shilin didn't argue, and instead kissed his palm, then held his waist for a deep, lingering kiss.
The young, cunning couple moved about as if no one was there, their audacious actions shattering the conservative worldviews of Mo Lianshan and Guan Zhiting. For a moment, they were unsure whether this was still an ancient Eastern country. They were so astonished that even as the two walked out the door hand in hand, the two biologists remained silent.
Mo Shilin pulled He Xun back to the car. The two exchanged a knowing glance, and after a while, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.
*
Married life is indeed sweet, but two people with similar values but fundamentally different personalities often quarrel over trivial matters.
For example, He Xun always complained that the gifts Mo Shilin gave him were too superficial, no different from simply giving money.
"How expensive the item is is not important to me; what matters is the sentiment."
Mo Shilin, however, thought to himself that he didn't know any romantic ideas. Was he supposed to do what people on the internet did and set up a circle of roses and candles on the street to confess his love?
Why not give something more expensive? Money is the thought that counts.
But He Xun would accuse him of changing the subject, because He Xun himself didn't like the public display of affection.
There are many such trivial matters, and the two of them always quarrel and argue, but without exception, they always end up arguing in bed.
We're always compatible in bed.
Besides, there are also terrifying moments in this chilly winter.
At the end of this month, Mo Shilin took He Xun for a physical examination as usual.
After completing all the medical examinations, the two sat in the corridor waiting for the results.
A few minutes later—
A doctor who looked like the head of the department suddenly rushed out of the office with a piece of paper in his hand.
His eyes were wide open, bigger than copper bells, and his glasses slid down from the bridge of his nose to the tip with a "whoosh," making his few remaining hairs stand on end.
It looked like it had been bombarded.
He stood shakily in the corridor, his throat tightened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. He Xun?"
He Xun stood up, looking bewildered and nervous.
Did he contract some terminal illness at such a young age?!
Mo Shilin's expression instantly turned serious. He looked at the doctor with a grim face and asked, "What's wrong with him?"
The doctor looked He Xun up and down with a shocked expression, finally fixing his gaze on He Xun's flat stomach. After a long while, he uttered a sentence that made everyone present question their existence: "You are pregnant."
The onlookers: ?
Mo Shilin: ? ? ?
He Xun: ? ? ? ? ? ! !
No! Nobody told him he was transmigrated into a novel about having children?!
Beneath He Xun's calm exterior, countless "Holy crap!"s had already crossed his mind.
He grabbed the doctor's arm and suddenly raised his voice: "Doctor! Are you sure it's not a tumor?"
Everyone: "......"
Fortunately, adhering to a serious and rigorous attitude, under the incredulous yet complex gazes of Mo Shilin, the doctor, and many nurses, who seemed to have discovered a new direction in human evolution, they conducted a comprehensive examination of He Xun from head to toe.
This time, they didn't even spare the reproductive system.
While waiting for the results, He Xun couldn't help but complain about why Mo Shilin never wore a condom. Now, it's really over.
His dark almond-shaped eyes were glazed over, and his lips were unconsciously pursed; he was about to cry from anger.
Mo Shilin remained silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled the embarrassed and angry He Xun into his arms.
It was clear that he hadn't accepted the fact that He Xun was pregnant, but he still said with difficulty, "It's okay, if you're really pregnant, then give birth to the baby. I can afford to raise it."
He Xun: "......"
Get out of here! Do you know how hard it is to be a mother?!
How could a man like him possibly know how to be a mother?!
— 20 minutes later.
The two were met with a false alarm.
It turns out that there were too many people coming for physical examinations today because it was the weekend, and He Xun's physical examination report was mixed up with that of a young woman, which was both expected and unexpected.
The onlookers instantly lost their luster: "Let's all disperse, let's all disperse."
Mo Shilin: "..."
He Xun: "......"
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