Yan Muqi, were you having dinner at home tonight? Wen Jingcheng walked out of the room, looking like he had just woken up, with his hair slightly disheveled.

Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng's appearance and frowned. He was already 23 years old, but he was still wearing SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas. Although he looked cute with his delicate face, Yan Muqi couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"Tonight, we're going to my parents' house for dinner. I'll come pick you up after work. Remember to dress formally," Yan Muqi said before leaving without looking back.

"Oh." Wen Jingcheng looked at the tightly closed door, sighed disappointedly.

Yan Muxi was probably never taken seriously by Yan Muqi. He was just a pawn in Yan Muqi's plan to put his parents at ease. The person Yan Muqi truly liked was Mu Chu, who had a gentle and cute smile with dimples.

Mu Chu is the son of the Yan family's driver. He grew up with Yan Muqi since childhood and can be considered childhood sweethearts. However, the Yan family would never allow them to be together. Unfortunately, Wen Jingcheng returned from studying abroad and naturally became the sacrificial lamb, marrying Yan Muqi.

"Why are you sitting on the sofa?" Yan Muqi's sudden appearance snapped Wen Jingcheng out of his thoughts. "Didn't you say you had a slight fever from a cold? Sitting on the sofa won't help, especially since we're going to my parents' house for dinner this afternoon."

Without giving Wen Jingcheng much time to react, Yan Muqi had already left. Wen Jingcheng was almost in a daze as he listened to Yan Muqi's words, and by the time he came back to his senses, Yan Muqi had long gone.

Wen Jingcheng lowered his head and weakly smiled, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly: If he had known that the person didn't like him, it would be normal for things to turn out like this.

The two of them have been married for over two years, and their daily conversations do not exceed ten sentences. Apart from when they eat at the Yan family's home, their actions are a bit more intimate. Usually, even when they sleep, they face away from each other. Typically, one of them is already asleep while the other is still busy working. By the time one wakes up, the other has already prepared breakfast.

Wen Jingcheng rubbed his somewhat dizzy head. Perhaps he caught a cold a few nights ago, as Wen Jingcheng has been feeling groggy for the past few days. He pressed on his slightly painful abdomen and lay down on the bed.

Wen Jingcheng didn't pick up the phone even after several calls. Yan Muqi furrowed his brow and muttered, "What's he up to?" He got out of the car and quickly rushed upstairs.

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng, who was already awake, with a cold expression.

"I...," Wen Jingcheng struggled to swallow his saliva, took a few deep breaths, and then managed to say, "I was in the bathroom just now, didn't hear anything." Wen Jingcheng's voice was slightly hoarse, and his face looked even paler than in the morning. Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng, his tone softened slightly, "You're already an adult, yet you still can't take care of yourself. Hurry up, we need to go to my parents' house."

Even though Yan Muqi thought that he had softened his tone, it still sounded like a harsh reprimand and deep disdain in Wen Jingcheng's ears. Wen Jingcheng's eyes almost immediately turned red, he sniffed, and followed in Yan Muqi's footsteps.

As soon as Wen Jingcheng got into the car, he leaned back against the seat and closed his eyes. As the speed of the car increased, Wen Jingcheng felt nauseous several times, but he managed to hold it in.

"What? Are you carsick? I thought you don't get carsick?" Yan Muqi couldn't help but ask when he saw Wen Jingcheng's patient expression. Wen Jingcheng rolled down all the windows and felt a significant decrease in the discomfort in his stomach.

"Maybe it's because I caught a cold," Wen Jingcheng leaned his head against the window frame, the wind blowing directly onto his face, his hair in disarray.

Yan Muqi wanted to roll up the car window a bit, but then he felt that there was no need to do so much for him. After a moment of consideration, he reduced the speed slightly.