A delicate beauty takes a place in a marriage, while a cold, rough man seduces her every night.

"I told you not to talk to him, and I told you not to call him 'Brother Runsheng,' but you ignored me, didn't you?"

He was really angry; the veins in his neck bulged, and the large hand pressing down on her slender white nape unconsciously tightened its grip.

Qingyan was like a little rabbit pinned down by a hunter, powerless to fight back.

"What gives you the right to be so domineering? What else should I call him if not Runsheng-ge? He's older than me, and I've been calling him that since I was a child."

"Xiao Jingye, let me go..." She twisted and struggled, her voice sweet and tearful, "Try hitting me again!"

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how dare he lecture her like this? Qingyan felt both ashamed and angry.

Xiao Jingye was also annoyed and said arrogantly, "So what if I hit you?"

—The muffled sound came again.

However, this time, the tools used to teach the lesson are different from those used before.

Xiao Jingye gritted his teeth and turned her face towards him: "I'm going to hit you. If I don't, you won't learn your lesson."

Qingyan repeatedly peeked out the window, suppressing her emotions, biting her lower lip lightly, her fingers gripping the car window until they turned white.

This man is so fierce, so domineering, so unreasonable. She dares not cry or shout.

The car was hidden in the narrow road. To the left of the road was an endless expanse of farmland. It was midday, the sun was blazing, and there was no one in the fields.

To the right are countless tall dawn redwoods, and beside them flows a winding river with clear water.

The riverbed is covered with scattered rocks, and the water crashes against them, making a continuous gurgling and rustling sound.

The car's shadow swayed in the wind beneath the green grass.

A surge of intense jealousy and possessiveness welled up in Xiao Jingye's chest, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he felt an urge to beat her to death.

The black short-sleeved shirt lay at his feet, under the car seat, and dappled sunlight made his large chest muscles and well-defined dark tan abs glisten with sweat.

"Xiao Jingye, I—" Qingyan suddenly leaned against the car window and gagged.

He sensed something was wrong, and the intense emotion in his bloodshot eyes vanished instantly: "What's wrong, wife?"

"Ugh—" Qingyan retched for a while, her eyes welled up with tears, her stomach churned, and she felt extremely nauseous.

Xiao Jingye disregarded everything else and anxiously patted her back lightly: "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Qingyan sat back in the passenger seat, her watery eyes glaring at him, a few clear tears sliding down her cheeks from vomiting.

Xiao Jingye stared at that pitiful little face, feeling as if something had stabbed his heart.

He was filled with remorse, hugged her tightly, and apologized frantically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wife, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault..."

In fact, Qingyan herself didn't know what was wrong. She couldn't recall eating anything unusual that morning, but she just felt extremely unwell, with waves of nausea and vomiting, like she had food poisoning.

Seeing her pale face, Xiao Jingye didn't care about anything else. He quickly picked up the short-sleeved shirt from the ground, put it on, and started the car: "I'll take you to the clinic."

Qingyan curled up in the passenger seat, occasionally leaning against the window and retching.

Xiao Jingye pressed the accelerator very fast. Seeing his wife's uncomfortable appearance, his brows furrowed deeply, and he was worried to death.

After a while, Qingyan felt less uncomfortable.

When she turned her head to look at him, her gaze swept over his pants, and her cheeks immediately flushed. She reminded him, "Pull your zipper up."

Xiao Jingye glanced down, one hand on the steering wheel, the other quickly zipping up his jacket: "Are you still feeling unwell, honey? Did you eat something bad this morning?"

Qingyan patted her chest and leaned weakly against the back of the chair: "I feel better now."

Xiao Jingye said, "Go to the health center and have a doctor examine you to see what's wrong."

"Hmm." She closed her eyes, her mind filled with a jumble of images.

I guess it was eating his food that made them sick.

dog man.

-

Township health center.

A middle-aged female doctor sat at the desk, taking pulses and asking questions.

"Is it nausea and vomiting?"

"Yes." Qingyan answered quietly, while Xiao Jingye stood beside her, looking worried.

"When did it start?"

"Just now, very suddenly, I felt extremely nauseous and kept dry heaving."

"What were you doing at the time? Did you smell something unusual or eat something raw, cold, or spicy?"

Qingyan's ears turned red: "Back then, back then..."

"We were just doing normal marital sex. We didn't eat anything spicy or have any unusual smells," Xiao Jingye replied to the doctor with a serious expression, one hand on her shoulder.

Qingyan's ears turned bright red. She looked up and glared at him fiercely, wishing she could disappear into the ground.

The doctor coughed lightly and asked, "Are your periods regular?"

Qingyan thought about it carefully and replied softly, "It's been postponed for several days."

Have you recently experienced breast tenderness, drowsiness, or general lethargy?

"A little. Maybe it's because it's too hot. I always feel sleepy after eating, so I feel a bit lazy."

Xiao Jingye was filled with anxiety and asked anxiously, "Doctor, what's wrong with my wife? What illness does she have?"

The doctor handed them a form: "Go get a blood test first, then a urine test. I'll take a look at the results."

At this moment, Qingyan already had a vague guess in her heart, but she didn't say anything, afraid that he would be disappointed.

The two took the forms and went to get tested one by one, and then returned to the doctor's office.

Xiao Jingye placed the lab results on the table: "Doctor, could you please take a look? What exactly is wrong with my wife's health?"

The doctor picked up the two test results, looked at them for a few seconds, and smiled, "Congratulations, your wife is pregnant."

Qingyan was stunned for a moment, then unconsciously touched her stomach.

She's pregnant? Carrying a baby?

The man beside her stood frozen in place, his mouth slightly agape, too shocked to speak for a long time.

"Your partner should be about a month pregnant," the doctor advised. "The fetus is unstable in the first three months, so try to avoid sexual intercourse."

After the initial shock subsided, an overwhelming surge of joy washed over Xiao Jinye.

His eyes instantly reddened as he looked at Qingyan's flat stomach.

He has a child? It's his and her child.

Stepping out of the doctor's office, he couldn't contain his excitement. He lifted her up and spun her around a few times, then held her tightly in his arms, his voice trembling:

"Honey, we...we're having a baby."