Wen Jingcheng practically stumbled out, leaning against the wall. His face was pale to the extreme. "Come, I'll take you to the hospital."

Yan Muqi reached out to hold Wen Jingcheng's hand, but Wen Jingcheng held it back. "It's nothing, just a cold. Don't make a big deal out of it." Since he was young, Wen Jingcheng had always been afraid of going to the hospital, so he took good care of himself to avoid going there. This time, when he fell ill, he thought it would get better soon, but it seemed like it was really serious.

"Just a minor illness? Who gets sick like you and stubbornly refuses to go to the hospital?" Wen Jingcheng chuckled in frustration with Yan Muqi. "Just wait a little longer, maybe you'll feel better tomorrow."

Wen Jingcheng was still struggling, weakly smiling with a pale face. Who would have thought that Yan Muqi would directly scoop up Wen Jingcheng in his arms. "No negotiations. If anything happens to you, my mom definitely won't let me off the hook."

Yan Muqi strode out of the room, feeling the weight in his hands, his brows furrowing even deeper. Did this person really eat properly? It feels so light.

Wen Jingcheng lowered his head, a touch of sadness flickering in his eyes. Was it only because my mom would blame you that you cared about me? Do you really not care about me at all?

Wen Jingcheng was carried out of the room by Yan Muqi. Yan's mother looked over with confusion and asked, "What's going on?" Yan Muqi checked the weight of the person in his arms and replied, "Jingcheng isn't feeling well, so I'm taking him to the hospital to get him checked."

Wen Jingcheng subconsciously trembled upon hearing the words "hospital". "Mom, wait for Dad to come back, you guys can eat first, no need to wait for us," he said. Yan Muqi placed Wen Jingcheng in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt for him.

"Yan Muqi? Can you not go? I'm really okay," Wen Jingcheng said as he covered his mouth and gagged. Yan Muqi chuckled lightly, "You don't have to pretend."

Yan Muqi had been driving for quite a while. "Pull over," Wen Jingcheng covered his mouth and placed his hand on the armrest. The car suddenly came to a screeching halt, and Wen Jingcheng quickly opened the door and rushed to the side of the road, bending down to vomit.

Wen Jingcheng didn't eat much for lunch, and at this moment, he couldn't vomit anything out. He only discharged some sparse white gastric acid. Wen Jingcheng braced his hands on the ground, coughing strenuously.

Yan Muqi walked over to Wen Jingcheng's side and asked, "Are you alright?" Without lifting his head, Wen Jingcheng's chest was still heaving, and he felt as if he was about to faint. Yan Muqi swiftly picked up Wen Jingcheng and rushed to the hospital by car.

"Doctor, how is he?" Yan Muqi supported Wen Jingcheng as they finished all the examinations.

The doctor glanced at the two of them and said, "So you're Mr. Wen Jingcheng, right? Mr. Wen's physical condition is good. As long as you rest more during pregnancy, there should be no problem with a safe delivery."

The doctor's words exploded in the ears of the couple like thunder on flat ground. Pregnant? Wen Jingcheng felt a bit dazed. They had been married for three years, and he had never made a mistake before. Wen Jingcheng placed his hand on his lower abdomen, feeling the warmth and feeling somewhat at a loss.

Yan Muqi was the first to react, saying, "Thank you, doctor. We will take good care." Wen Jingcheng was then led out of the hospital by Yan Muqi, holding his hand warmly. However, Wen Jingcheng couldn't sense any joy in Yan Muqi's mood.

"Yan Muqi, this child... can I have him?"

In the future, if you are still together with Mu Chu, I will still have our baby.

Wen Jingcheng asked cautiously, while Yan Muqi felt his hand tighten slightly in his palm.

"I didn't say I didn't want it either, so if you want it, go ahead." Yan Muqi's heart was in a mess now.

He didn't know why things were getting more and more beyond his control. First, Mu Chu went abroad and became Young Master Biao. Then, Wen Jingcheng had a child with him. He could no longer judge whether things were heading in a good direction or a bad one.

Yan Muqi sighed softly and said, "Let's go, let's go home."