Chapter 63 Jealous Father, I Only Want You
Si Yao really didn't lie to him.
From that day on, she started to go out early and come back late, and Fang Zhiyue hardly saw her.
Knowing that she was busy with official duties, Fang Zhiyue was able to rest assured and take care of her pregnancy in the backyard.
As the days passed, his belly grew bigger and bigger.
At the beginning, Xiaohu could still accompany me to the market, but later he could only walk around in the yard.
And I don’t know what’s going on these days.
He always felt some discomfort in his chest.
It seems to be extremely sensitive, and becomes swollen and distended just by a light touch.
Fang Zhiyue was too embarrassed to tell others about such a private matter.
Just try to wear loose clothes to reduce the chance of friction.
Until one day at breakfast, there was suddenly a bowl of goat milk in front of him.
Fang Zhiyue met Uncle Wen's smiling eyes and asked in surprise, "What is this..."
"I've noticed that you've been walking with a hunched back these past few days, but your chest feels swollen? Are you afraid to touch me?"
"Uncle Wen...how did you know..."
Fang Zhiyue's cheeks felt a little hot. He felt a little embarrassed to have such a thing said to someone's face.
Uncle Wen looked at him with such embarrassment.
I couldn't help but smile. "Don't be embarrassed, my dear. It's normal for a man to be pregnant here. I'm afraid you don't know it's your first time, so it's nothing to be ashamed of."
Look at him being so open and generous.
Fang Zhiyue also became much calmer.
She was still a little shy. "Uncle Wen, do you know what's going on? I've been feeling a bit uncomfortable in my chest these past few days."
"My dear, you are producing milk, so you feel bloated."
"Milk?"
Fang Zhiyue's cheeks turned red again.
Uncle Wen nodded. "Besides the bloating, does your chest also feel a bit bigger? That's a normal reaction."
After Fang Zhiyue heard what he said.
It corresponds to my physical condition.
He looked at the goat milk in front of him and asked, "What is this goat milk?"
"Goat milk helps you produce milk. You should have told me this earlier. If I had known you were feeling unwell, I would have prepared it for you long ago."
Uncle Wen squinted his eyes and smiled happily.
Fang Zhiyue picked up the goat milk in front of him and drank it in small sips.
I don’t know how Uncle Wen prepared it, but it doesn’t have any fishy smell at all, but rather has a milky flavor.
"My dear, are you used to drinking?"
Uncle Wen stood aside and asked again.
Fang Zhiyue raised his head and nodded, with a circle of white beard on his lips.
He put down the empty bowl and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
Just as he stopped, he saw Xiaohu trotting in, sweating profusely, and panting, he said to him, "Lang, Lang Jun, someone is coming——"
Fang Zhiyue was a little surprised.
He stood up, holding his stomach, and asked, "Who is it?"
Xiaohu met his eyes and stammered, seeming to find it difficult to speak.
Look at him like this.
Fang Zhiyue became more and more curious, "What's wrong? Is there anything you can't say?"
"My dear, please don't be angry after hearing this..."
Xiaohu comforted him in advance.
Then he slowly said, "...They were two young men, brought here by someone. The person said it was the county magistrate's order."
He finished speaking.
Fang Zhiyue was stunned.
No sound was made for a long time.
Uncle Wen and Xiaohu looked at him with some concern.
Fang Zhiyue's lips moved a few times before he finally spoke: "...Since that's what Sister Yao wants, then let's settle him down. Xiaohu..."
He ordered, "Go clean up a room for them to live in. I'm not very mobile, so I won't go out..."
After Xiaohu heard what he said.
He walked out of the house, looking back every few steps.
Uncle Wen stood behind him and said soothingly, "Don't overthink it, my dear. The county magistrate must have other plans for letting these two boys stay here. When the magistrate comes back, you can ask her about it."
"Thank you, Uncle Wen..."
Fang Zhiyue turned his head and smiled at him.
Then he walked towards the inner room and said, "I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while. Uncle Wen, please go out first."
You can tell he's in a bad mood.
Uncle Wen was anxious but had no other choice but to clean up the table and leave the house.
Fang Zhiyue locked himself in the room for the whole day.
It was not until Si Yao came back at night and saw the house was pitch black that she paused.
Normally, no matter how late she came back, Fang Zhiyue would always leave a night light on for her. What happened today?
Si Yao pushed the door open and walked into the house.
Looking at the bulging figure on the bed, he took off his outer robe and lay down on the outside.
As soon as he put his arm on his man, he noticed that he suddenly stiffened.
She narrowed her eyes for a moment.
"It's so late, why haven't you slept yet, little father?"
Fang Zhiyue ignored her.
He moved his body and leaned towards the inside of the bed.
Si Yao's men were instantly empty.
She had always been sensitive to his emotions and immediately noticed something was wrong.
He grabbed the man and forced him to turn around, his tone slightly sinking: "What's wrong with you, little father? What's making you unhappy?"
Fang Zhiyue still ignored her.
It was pitch black inside the bed and Si Yao couldn't see anything clearly.
She frowned, stood up and lit the candlestick on the bedside.
The bright firelight dispelled the darkness in the room. She turned her head to look at her son on the bed. His face was covered with tear marks. He bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making any sound. He just cried silently.
Si Yao immediately held the person in his arms.
She asked softly, "Why is my little father crying? What's going on? If you don't say anything, I'll have to go find Uncle Wen and Xiaohu."
As he said this, he was about to call someone outside.
"Don't……"
Fang Zhiyue finally spoke with a muffled voice.
She opened her mouth and said, "I, I'm fine. I just felt a little uncomfortable these past few days. I couldn't help myself. No need to go to the doctor. Uncle Wen said that every pregnant woman feels this way. It will be fine after it passes..."
Si Yao had a hunch that he was not telling the truth.
His eyes turned around and suddenly he thought of something.
"Speaking of which, I had two boys sent over today. Did you know, little father?"
Hearing this, Fang Zhiyue's body obviously hesitated.
He lowered his eyes and nodded: "I know..."
"I've already told Xiaohu to clean up the west room for the two of them to move in. If you're worried, you can go take a look..."
"Father, won't you ask me why I accepted these two boys?"
Si Yao asked him in a calm voice.
Fang Zhiyue lowered his head, still not looking at her: "I, I am really heavy and it is not convenient for me to move. It is normal for you to find someone to serve you. I heard from Xiaohu that the two boys are young, handsome, and have gentle temperaments. If you want to go there, Sister Yao, just go to the west wing."
As he said this, he took the initiative to get off her.
Si Yao grabbed his waist with both hands and pushed him back.
His tone was a little bad. "Besides these, does your father have anything else to say? If I took those two boys in, you wouldn't mind? Your father is really generous!"
She sounded rather sarcastic at the end.
Fang Zhiyue felt a pang of grievance, "I, I can't be your master, you, why do you blame me? Besides, I'm just doing what you want."
She was the one who adopted the boy and allowed the man to stay there.
Why did she lose her temper with him?
Fang Zhiyue's eyes turned red again, with tears gleaming in them.
He pushed her hard and couldn't help sobbing: "You, you go away! I, I don't want to see you anymore!"
After the child is born, he will leave, and go far away! After all, there are plenty of men who can give birth to her children!
"When did I say I was happy?"
See him cry out loud.
Si Yao suppressed a lot of the anger in his heart, and his voice, although harsh, was also much softer.
"Those two boys were given to me by others, so I can't let them leave just yet. I was planning to explain things to my father, but he just told me to take them in. How could I not be angry? He doesn't care about me at all? He can just push me to someone else. I'd be sad too."
"You, you won't take them?"
Fang Zhiyue finally stopped crying.
Asked in a low voice.
"nature."
Si Yao responded.
She pinched his jaw, forced him to look up, and looked at him with deep eyes: "After all this time, little father still doesn't understand my feelings for you? No one else can do it except you."
"But, but you are still young, but I am old... Besides, I am not good-looking, and I am also a country boy. I can't help you with anything."
Fang Zhiyue finally confessed his inner inferiority to her.
This idea has actually been lingering deep in his heart.
He never understood why Yao Jieer was so obsessed with him. He was obviously very ordinary, not as good as the other boys she had met. His personality was also unpleasant and dull. He was not worthy of her at all.
"But I only want my little father."
Si Yao looked at him with deep eyes.
She lowered her head and placed a heavy kiss on his lips.
She held him and placed him on the bed, then covered him. Carefully avoiding his stomach, she tore off his robe.
Her red lips pressed against his earlobe and kissed it softly, "Little Father, why do you have to belittle yourself? Everything about her is just right. I like it very much..."
The cool fingertips brushed across the side of his face and slid down to his ear, wantonly lighting a fire.
"I don't like those unripe fruits. I prefer ripe ones like Xiaofu's, even slightly rotten ones... they taste great."
Fang Zhiyue's cheeks flushed and his long eyelashes trembled violently.
He turned his head away in shame, not wanting to listen to her crazy talk.
"You, don't talk nonsense..."
"Okay, no need to say anything, just do it..."
Si Yao's red lips dropped, and she suddenly leaned on him and sucked him.
Fang Zhiyue couldn't help but scream.
The body began to tremble violently.
Si Yao raised his head and chuckled, "I didn't notice before, but my little father seems to have become... bigger, and more sensitive..."
After she finished speaking, she continued to lower her head.
Fang Zhiyue couldn't bear it any longer and shook his head: "It hurts, Sister Yao..."
Tears welled up in his eyes and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Si Yao finally withdrew, and raised his head with rosy lips, "The doctor said that this can help relieve the pain for Xiao Dad. Can I help Xiao Dad like this every night from now on?"
"not good…"
Fang Zhiyue flatly refused.
He covered his chest and said, "Wen, Uncle Wen said, yes, it's because the milk is about to come in, that's why it's like this, drink more goat milk and it will be fine... No, you don't need it."
Si Yao raised his eyebrows.
He said, "No wonder I smelled milk on my father. It turns out he was secretly drinking goat milk."
Her tone was light and airy.
It was obviously a very normal sentence, but Fang Zhiyue blushed and felt hot after hearing it.
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