Oh no, my deskmate is a yandere!

Jiang Nianxi was extremely reluctant for him to go out.

However, it was even more inconvenient for me to be heavily pregnant.

Left with no other choice, they had to compromise.

The price is...

Not only does she install a GPS tracker on her old-fashioned mobile phone, but she also calls Yang An whenever she goes out.

From leaving home to returning home.

Do not hang up the phone.

Jiang Nianxi herself lay on the bed, covered with a thin summer quilt, quietly listening to the noise coming from her phone speaker.

Every time she comes home, no matter how inconvenient it is, she will struggle to get off the bed and walk to the door to greet everyone with joy.

Even though sometimes the round trip only takes a few minutes.

Is this home?

Now, maybe so.

Yang An stared at Jiang Nianxi, who was standing at the door with a large pregnant belly and gentle eyes, and was in a daze more than once.

A dramatic experience.

This year, December 3, 2027.

He was twenty years old.

They were greeted with a false home.

A factual...

Family.

A future tainted by morbidity and paranoia, yet imbued with warmth and humanity.

Myself many years later.

Will he also be wearing a suit and standing at the door?

Inside the house, the wife was cooking in the kitchen, and the aroma of the food wafted out.

The child was watching TV in the living room, occasionally letting out a laugh.

"You're back, Yang An..."

"Dad, why are you only coming home now...?"

"..."

He looked down at his hands.

The tenderness of youth has been lost.

It bears the marks of time.

Each one is rough yet resilient.

Yeah?

The cuff button was half undone, and a small child whose face was not clearly visible entered my field of vision.

They're laughing, they're pulling each other.

Slowly raise your head.

Jiang Nianxi held the spatula, turned to the side, and revealed a gentle smile.

Hallucination?

Perhaps, this is the future I was destined for.

The hallucination faded.

The warm colors around us gradually disappeared.

Instead, there are cold door frames and a dimly lit living room.

There was no aroma of food, and no children.

But Jiang Nianxi was still standing there.

The same smile, but she was covered by a loose, thin garment that concealed her protruding belly.

Welcome home.

"..."

Welcome home.

Yang An closed his eyes and silently recited these four words in his heart.

Is it a real home, or a fake one?

At least.

You have a home now?

and so……

Happy to be home?

"Little An kicked me again today, it hurts so much..."

"Hey, what's that leaf stuck in your head? Haha, let me get it off for you..."

"Lying in bed all the time isn't comfortable, it's so annoying..."

Tiny feet protrude from her belly.

Under Jiang Nianxi's guidance, Yang An's hand overlapped with that tiny foot.

"..."

Inside is new life.

It is a spark.

It is also a testament to the ill-fated relationship between myself and Jiang Nianxi.

It's a very strange feeling.

I can't describe it.

But something seemed to be weighing on Yang An's shoulders.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Yet there was also a hint of indifference.

"Would you like me to give you a squeeze?"

Jiang Nianxi pointed to the still-protruding little foot and asked with a smile.

Yang An shook his head and withdrew his hand.

The little footprint also shrank back.

Strangely, ever since I touched him just now, Xiao Xiao An hasn't kicked around at all all day.

Perhaps, it was all preordained fate.

……

My parents came and then left.

He could see the undisguised disappointment in their eyes.

No matter how happy or welcoming she pretended to be when facing Jiang Nianxi.

But looking at him, one could not hide the complexity within.

He knew that nothing he said would make a difference.

In his parents' eyes, he was already associated with a bad young man who got someone pregnant out of wedlock.

The absence of preaching does not imply acceptance.

Sometimes, silence is also an attitude.

Having chosen silence, Yang An must bear the consequences of that silence.

Whether it's a misunderstanding or not is no longer important.

The baby is inside Jiang Nianxi's belly.

It will be born sooner or later.

Disappointment or joy.

These emotions have been entangled with him for far too long.

Think whatever you want.

Think back to how much I valued other people's opinions and my own face.

Pushed away again and again, dodged again and again.

You are the one who gets hurt.

What can other people's opinions bring?

Pain, or missing out?

Because of fear of how others perceive them, they miss out on choices that were originally theirs.

Isn't that a tragedy?

Yang An will explain to his parents.

But at least not today.

Because, in comparison, the one who needs redemption the most is oneself.

……

In 2028, there was no rain, and no unusual signs.

The weather is great, and the temperature is pleasant.

It was just an ordinary first night.

The "Operation in Progress" sign was very bright. Yang An and his parents sat on chairs at opposite ends of the corridor, remaining silent.

Qin Heyue also came.

The news of Jiang Nianxi's pregnancy was not originally revealed to her.

But the truth will out.

She eventually found out.

Jiang Nianxi, heavily pregnant, had an argument with Qin Heyue in the bedroom.

That night, Jiang Nianxi cried her heart out, burying her head in the blankets, unable to calm down for a long time.

Today, Qin Heyue was also not informed about the delivery.

I don't know how the other person found out, but anyway, they're sitting here now.

He didn't utter a sound.

Everyone is quietly waiting for the final result.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time the two families, who were supposed to be "in-laws," had met.

However, there was no verbal exchange between them.

Finally, after a long and agonizing wait.

The words above the gate changed from a striking red to green.

The door was pushed open.

At that moment, both Yang An and their parents were on tenterhooks.

"The surgery was a success, all three are safe and sound, and their families can rest assured..."

"Wait, three?"

Yang An was stunned, somewhat confused.

The doctor took off his mask and smiled, "Yes, a boy and a girl, congratulations!"

Dragon... twins?

two?

But Jiang Nianxi never mentioned this during the previous examination.

Every time I ask, the response is vague and unclear.

The bulge in her belly wasn't too exaggerated.

This has led Yang An to still believe that he only has one child, who is just a little chubby.

Now we hear there are two, a boy and a girl.

The shock value of this news was no less than a blow to his head.

Some are happy, some are worried.

Yang An was still in a daze. His parents were initially delighted, but then they looked at each other and a faint worry appeared on their faces.

Qin Heyue's face turned pale when she heard this.

All of this has deviated far from her expectations.

In my mind, my daughter should have excellent academic performance and an independent personality.

When they grow up, they will have outstanding jobs and even better partners.

To completely escape the fate of poverty.

But now...

She was only twenty years old when she gave birth to a child for a boy who hadn't even grown up yet.

How absurd!

The key issue is that the other party is from a family that, like himself, is not wealthy.

Given this union, what was the result of her painstakingly raising him for eighteen years?