Wen Jingcheng watched Yan Muqi walking quickly ahead and wanted to call out to him, but the words got stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. He had no choice but to quicken his pace and try to keep up with Yan Muqi. The large strides seemed to be pulling on the nerves in his lower abdomen, and Wen Jingcheng felt a dull pain coming from his lower abdomen. He took a deep breath and his pace slowed down.

Wen Jingcheng bent down and lightly pressed his lower abdomen, raising his head to see Yan Muqi already walking far away. Wen Jingcheng sighed and covered his stomach, squatting in place. The warmth emanating from his lower abdomen made him feel slightly better.

Yan Muqi walked for quite some time before realizing that the person beside him was gone. He turned around and saw that Wen Jingcheng was already far away, just a tiny figure in the distance. Yan Muqi waited in the same spot for a while, but noticed that Wen Jingcheng hadn't caught up. He had no choice but to turn around and go back to find him.

Walking up to Wen Jingcheng, Yan Muqi noticed that his forehead was covered in sweat. "Wen Jingcheng? What's wrong with you?" Yan Muqi hesitantly placed a hand on Wen Jingcheng's back. "Should I help you up?" Wen Jingcheng buried his head in his arms without lifting it, and murmured, "Hmm..."

Yan Muqi supported Wen Jingcheng with his arm and felt the person in his embrace trembling. "What's wrong?" Yan Muqi moved away Wen Jingcheng's hand that was pressing against his abdomen. "Don't apply pressure, it's not good for the baby."

Hmm... Wen Jingcheng lowered his head and silently endured the pain in his lower abdomen. "Can you walk?" Yan Muqi supported Wen Jingcheng, exerting a little force to reduce the weight on his body.

Yan Muqi, I... Before Wen Jingcheng could finish his sentence, he suddenly squatted down and vomited.

Yan Muzhi felt that Wen Jingcheng was about to vomit his stomach out, but he couldn't even vomit out the gastric acid. Wen Jingcheng's entire body went limp in Yan Muzhi's embrace, unable to catch his breath.

"Going home?" Yan Muqi reached out to wipe the cold sweat off Wen Jingcheng's forehead. "...Hmm," Yan Muqi scooped up Wen Jingcheng horizontally and furrowed his eyebrows. "Eat more in the future, you're too thin."

"...Okay..."

Wen Jingcheng turned his face towards Yan Muqi, frowning slightly with dark circles under his eyes, clearly having had a sleepless night. Yan Muqi reached out and touched Wen Jingcheng's face, noting the difference from the chubby cheeks of Mu Chu's baby.

Due to severe pregnancy symptoms, Wen Jingcheng's face was pale and devoid of any flesh, appearing icy and cold. The air inside the car was not good, causing his frown to deepen even further.

Yan Muqi got out of the car and opened the car door on Wen Jingcheng's side, unsure of what to do.

Should I wake him up, or just go ahead and carry him up?

Yan Muqi stared at Wen Jingcheng's pitch-black hair for a long time, eventually reaching out and gently lifting Wen Jingcheng, who wasn't very heavy, into his arms.

"Hmm?" Perhaps because he changed positions, Wen Jingcheng woke up in a daze. As he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying in Yan Muqi's embrace, thinking it was a dream. He quickly closed his eyes and reopened them. "Yan Muqi?"

"Mhmm," the person who held him responded in a very light tone, lifting him up. Yan Muqi thought Wen Jingcheng hadn't woken up yet and said, "We're almost home, go sleep in bed." However, he didn't get a response from the person in his embrace. Yan Muqi lowered his head and looked at Wen Jingcheng, only to find that the latter was staring at him absentmindedly. "What's wrong?"

Yan Muqi placed Wen Jingcheng on the bed and turned to leave. His clothes were grabbed by someone and, turning back, he saw Wen Jingcheng with reddened eyes, "Can you accompany me?"

With a soft and tender tone, coupled with Wen Jingcheng's pitiful face, Yan Muqi sighed and said, "I'm just going to close the door."

"Oh," Wen Jingcheng loosened his grip, but his eyes were still fixed on Yan Muqi, afraid that he would disappear in the next moment.

Yan Muqi found it amusing when he saw Wen Jingcheng acting this way. Wen Jingcheng had never been clingy before, so could it be because of the pregnancy that she suddenly started relying on him?

Yan Muqi inexplicably felt a little happy. She bent down and gently stroked Wen Jingcheng's hair on his forehead, slightly lifting the corners of her mouth. "Be good, wait a moment."