Hmm. Wen Jingcheng closed his eyes and then opened them again, watching as Yan Muqi walked out of the room.

As Yan Muqi was about to close the door, a pair of feet appeared within his sight. Yan Muqi was shaken inwardly and suddenly felt hesitant to look up.

"Mù Qí." A familiar voice sounded ahead, and the tightly gripped hands of Yan Mù Qí suddenly loosened. "What? Don't you want to see me?" A soft laughter came from the opposite side.

No, that's not true. Yan Muqi raised his head and saw the face he had yearned for day and night, his eyes turning red. "A Chu, I..." Yan Muqi stared blankly at Mu Chu, who was still as lovely as before, her smile still revealing a sweet dimple.

"Muye, I'm back." Just like we promised when we were young, if someone comes home, there's no need for a grand feast, just a smile and the words "I'm back."

Mu Chu stepped forward and embraced Yan Muqi, burying her head in his neck and taking a deep breath. "I missed you so much."

Wen Jingcheng was a little curious why Yan Muqi hadn't come back for so long, so he lifted the covers and got out of bed. Before he even walked out of the room, he saw two people hugging tightly at the door. Over the past few days, Wen Jingcheng hadn't worn contact lenses, so his vision was blurry. He had to squint his eyes to get a better look at that person.

Mu Chu?

Wen Jingcheng was on the verge of losing his balance and nearly fell backwards, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

"Mochi... Mu Chu furrowed her brows when she saw Wen Jingcheng standing in the bedroom. Only then did she remember that Yan Muqi was married, and this person must be his partner. With that in mind, Mu Chu gently pushed away Yan Muqi, who was still tightly embracing her, blinked her reddened eyes, and looked at Wen Jingcheng. "Mrs. Wen, hello.""

When Wen Jingcheng heard his address, his face froze, feeling deeply ironic. Calling me "Mrs. Wen" while embracing my husband, are you trying to show off to me? Wen Jingcheng lowered his eyes and chuckled softly, "Muxi has a friend visiting. You two can chat, I'll come out to pour a glass of water and then go back in."

After Wen Jingcheng finished speaking, he truly walked to the living room, poured a glass of water, and then turned around to enter the room next to the master bedroom.

"I... " Mu Chu sensed that Yan Muqi's mood was off and looked at him, unsure of what to say. He could only force a smile and say, "You look really handsome, Muqi. You're lucky to have such good looks."

Mu Chu smiled and took a step back, saying, "I should also go back. Otherwise, the master will start to worry."

Yan Muqi watched as Mu Chu gradually disappeared from his line of sight, blending slowly into the darkness.

Yan Muqi turned around and saw the tightly closed door of the next room. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to knock.

Wen Jingcheng sat at the bedside holding a half-full glass of already cooled water in a daze.

He did not come to find him.

Wen Jingcheng forced a pale smile and lowered his head, gently patting his abdomen. "I only have you now."

Wen Jingcheng began feeling uncomfortable around two or three in the morning. His body felt like it was burning with a fever, causing him great discomfort. His lower abdomen also throbbed with a dull pain.

Wen Jingcheng did not wake up from his dream, struggling as if in a nightmare, sweating profusely.

My throat is dry and sore, as if all the moisture in my body has evaporated into sweat.

Vaguely I remember placing it on the nightstand before going to sleep. With a labored breath, Wen Jingcheng turned his body to the side, reaching out to grab the cup by the bedside. With a gentle sweep of his hand, the cup slipped and fell to the ground, emitting a crisp sound of shattering.

Yan Muqi has always been a light sleeper, and tonight, he couldn't really fall asleep after seeing Mu Chu. When he heard the sound of something falling to the ground, he was momentarily stunned before quickly reacting and walking briskly towards Wen Jingcheng's room.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I could hear Wen Jingcheng's suppressed groans. The figure on the bed curled up, trembling slightly, as if trying to alleviate the physical pain through this manner.

Yan lifted up Wen Jingcheng's blanket and noticed an abnormal flush on his face. As she reached out to touch his cheek, the terrifying temperature sent a wave of panic through Yan Muqi. Hastily, she quickly withdrew her hands that were pressing against his abdomen.

With a swift motion, Wen Jingcheng tightly grabbed Yan Muqi's hand, his grip strong as if he was trying to sink his hand into Yan Muqi's.