Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Nan Yu was eventually politely asked to leave by the servants, who also returned the gift box of bird's nest, tobacco, and alcohol that he had brought with him.

Rumors of the Jin family's second young mistress's pregnancy quickly spread within the social circle, and many people who wanted to curry favor with the Jin family flocked to visit, but Jin Si Nian turned them all away at the door and refused to see them.

Only two close friends were allowed to come in as guests: Fu Ting, the eldest son of the Fu family, and Mo Xuanbai, the young master of the Mo family.

Lu Zhiye, the son-in-law, didn't come, but he sent a lot of things.

Mostly given to pregnant women and children

Fu Tingnan had met her a few times before, and as soon as she entered the door, she warmly called her "little sister-in-law".

Mo Xuanbai was meeting Nan Zhi for the first time. He sat quietly to the side, not saying a word, just lost in thought.

As for Lu Zhiye, she had only heard Jin Si Nian mention him often, but had never seen him in person.

Fu Ting pulled Jin Si Nian aside for a chat, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the quiet Nan Zhi on the sofa. He chuckled and teased, "Your sister-in-law is pregnant, such a big thing, and you didn't even tell us beforehand. We only found out from other people."

"No wonder you've been staying home these past few months, leaving the company entirely to your older brother. You wouldn't come when he invited you out for drinks, and you don't even reply to my messages. Turns out you've been staying home with your pregnant sister-in-law."

Fu Ting asked curiously, "How many months pregnant are you now?"

Jin Si Nian's gaze remained fixed on Nan Zhi, and his tone softened: "More than four months. The pregnancy was unstable in the first three months, so it was not convenient to announce it to the outside world."

"Oh, right, right, right," Fu Ting nodded in response. "How did you get pregnant? I remember that three years ago at that drinking party, a few of us were teasing you, and you swore that you wouldn't let your wife get pregnant with your child."

The slap in the face came late, but it did.

Jin Si Nian's face instantly turned cold. This person had come all the way here just to bring up old grievances and make fun of him.

"I secretly punctured the condom."

"What the hell?" Fu Ting's voice suddenly rose, startled.

Jin Si Nian glanced at him coldly, looking like he wanted to throw him out.

"Old Jin, only you could come up with such a method. No wonder Grandma gave you a good scolding when she found out."

Jin Si Nian's tone betrayed his impatience: "Have you finished speaking?"

Fu Ting shook his head and said with a grin, "No, no."

"We want to take you out for drinks; it's been a long time since we've gotten together."

Two people were sitting on the sofa, very far apart.

One of them is socially awkward, and the other is autistic and doesn't speak.

Nan Zhi was introverted and not good at socializing, while Mo Xuanbai was even more withdrawn, almost autistic. He remained quiet and silent throughout, clutching a soft pillow tightly in his arms. Dressed in simple and plain home clothes, he was as still as a painting.

Nan Zhi sat there helplessly, the atmosphere awkwardly quiet.

Not long after, Jin Si Nian and Fu Ting finished their conversation and came over.

The single sofa was already cramped, and Jin Si Nian squeezed himself next to her, leaving no room for two people. Nan Zhi Gang was about to move away while holding onto the armrest when he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap.

He whispered tentatively in her ear, "Zhizhi, Fu Ting and the others invited me out for drinks. Will you let me go?"

Nan Zhi had no idea what he was trying to say, and simply answered honestly, "If you want to go, then go."

Jin Si Nian gently pinched her soft earlobe with his fingertips, his tone tinged with grievance: "If you don't let me go, I won't go."

Nan Zhi quickly waved her hand, not wanting to be seen as restricting him; she wouldn't take the blame for that: "Go ahead, I didn't... I didn't stop you from going."

Jin Si Nian, patient but with a hint of anger, said, "I'll come back soon to be with you and the children."

"No...no need," Nan Zhi stammered, trying to sound generous. "You don't need to...rush back. It's okay if you're a little late."

Fu Ting, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle. He understood in his heart—his sister-in-law was still the same as always, never taking Jin Si Nian to heart.

He tactfully pulled the silent Mo Xuanbai to his feet and walked outside to wait, leaving the two of them alone.

Only the two of them remained in the room. Jin Si Nian gritted his teeth, a childish sense of grievance welling up inside him. He stood up and said defiantly, "Other wives would be reluctant to let their husbands go out and drink recklessly, but you don't stop me at all, and you even wish I would come back later."

"Since you're so generous, I'll just not stay at the villa tonight. You can sleep in the big bed by yourself. From now on, no one will keep you company at night, and no one will tell stories to the two little ones in your belly."

Nan Zhi: ……

Thank you, but I didn't really like listening to it.

Besides, when I went out drinking with Fu Ting and the others, it wasn't just reckless drinking...

Nan Zhi nodded blankly and obediently replied, "Oh... then I won't leave the door open for you tonight."

These words infuriated Jin Nian, who strode heavily out of the living room.

Nan Zhi sat on the empty sofa, completely confused, not feeling that she had done anything wrong.

Men always care about their image when socializing, and she didn't stop him at all in front of his friends, clearly giving him ample face.

Isn't this giving him face? She's clearly given him both face and substance.

What more could you want!

Moreover, in her mind, she and Jin Si Nian were just a couple who were partners and raising children together, and they shouldn't have interfered too much in each other's lives.

Inside a luxurious private room at a high-end club, Jin Si Nian sat alone in the furthest corner of the sofa, a glass of strong liquor in front of him, but he didn't touch it.

Fu Ting walked over with a wine glass, sat down next to him, and joked, "You came all this way just to not touch a drop of alcohol?"

Jin Si Nian's gaze was fixed on his phone screen, his tone indifferent: "I've given it up. Don't invite me to these kinds of drinking parties anymore."

"Tsk tsk, that's no fun. It was your sister-in-law who generously let you out today." Fu Ting deliberately poked at his sore spot, each word stabbing into his heart.

Jin Si Nian frowned, changed the subject, and glanced around the private room, not seeing the eldest brother of the Mo family. He asked, "Where is Brother Mo? Why did you only send his younger brother?"

Mo Xuanbai is a few years younger than Nan Zhi and should be in school, but his severe autism prevents him from attending school normally, and he stays at home all year round.

Fu Ting followed his gaze to the corner of the private room, where the boy was squatting alone by the table, fiddling with the dice cup, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

"Brother Mo has to go on a business trip unexpectedly, and there's no one to look after Xuanbai, so he can only entrust him to me for a few days."

"I didn't dare leave him alone at the old house. He tends to overthink things when he's home alone, so I had to bring him along."

Jin Si Nian asked with a hint of pity, "His condition hasn't improved at all?"

Fu Ting tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, then sighed softly, "Not only has it not gotten better, it's gotten even worse lately."

"How long do you think it's been since he last spoke?"

"When Brother Mo handed him over to me, he hadn't stepped out of his room for ten days and hadn't uttered a single word for seven days."

Have you seen a psychologist?

Fu Ting shook his head. Poor child!