Wen Jingcheng lay quietly on the hospital bed like this. He knew Yan Muqi was outside, and perhaps he had embarrassed him, so he had already left.

He no longer wanted to consider so much. He felt that his brain could no longer support him in thinking about the relationship between himself and Yan Muqi.

Who is Yan Muqi? He is the CEO of the largest entertainment company in S City and is also known as a notorious playboy. Wen Jingcheng knows that Yan Muqi has many mistresses outside, and he also knows that he will never take things to the next level with any of them.

In the past, Wen Jingcheng used to laugh and jokingly say to his brother that Yan Muqi would only be satisfied if he died in the arms of those little lovers.

But he became greedy. He didn't want his husband, the father of his own child, to be squandering money and living recklessly outside anymore. Now, he can no longer tolerate it. Just the return of Mu Chu alone already gives him a great sense of unease.

Wen Jingcheng began to despise himself. Clearly, on the night of their wedding, he had promised not to interfere with Yan Muqi's personal matters. However, now he wanted more and more of it.

He wanted Yan Moqi to only love him, to come home every day and be intimate with him, to be able to sleep while being held in his arms. He had become greedy, wanting to possess Yan Moqi, wanting to bind this person firmly to his side. He was no longer a docile little white rabbit that anyone could bully. On the contrary, for the things he wanted to protect, he was more like a wolf. He wouldn't pounce immediately but would instead stare at his enemy intently, finding their weakness and striking a fatal blow.

He wanted Yan Muqi, wanted to protect his own child, wanted to watch him grow up healthy, wanted to hear him sweetly call him "daddy," wanted to cook his favorite dishes for him, wanted to see him have a happy and prosperous family. It was clearly not a very greedy wish, but now it seemed difficult to safeguard.

The child in his belly was restless, and he almost lost him several times. Wen Jingcheng gently touched his visibly swollen belly, where the temperature was slightly higher than elsewhere. The child occasionally moved, as if greeting him. Wen Jingcheng suddenly curved his lips upwards. No matter what, he had to protect him well.

Yan Muqi had been sitting outside the door all along. Wen Jingcheng didn't want to see him, and he himself felt a bit like a jerk. Clearly, he saw that Yan Muqi didn't look well, but he still couldn't help but pick a fight with him, or rather, wanted to hear his explanation. He knew deep down that he believed in him.

The doctor suggested induced labor for Wen Jingcheng's condition. The fetus's development is very poor, and it may be deformed. Yan Muqi didn't know how to tell Wen Jingcheng, and he didn't know if the doctor who just went inside had informed Wen Jingcheng.

The silence in the ward made Yan Muqi feel uneasy. Although the arrival of the child was unexpected, it was something he had been truly anticipating. He had also imagined the scene after the child was born. It wasn't that he couldn't accept Wen Jingcheng, it's just that using the child as an excuse didn't seem so laughable anymore.

Without a day of rest, my mind is in utter chaos.

Yan Muqi could hardly think of any questions, his head throbbing in waves. He impulsively knocked himself against the wall behind him, hoping to snap himself out of it.

The relationship between the two people became inexplicably awkward during this period of time. Yan Muzhi would bring meals to Wen Jingcheng outside the ward every day, but never went inside. Several times, his hand was already on the door handle, but in the end, he only sat on the bench outside the ward for the night.

Wen Jingcheng knew Yan Muqi was outside. He didn't want to call him in, as he felt that whenever he looked at him, he couldn't help but recall the pain of that day, when blood covered everything beneath him.

He almost lost his child again, but he could also feel the uneasiness carried in his belly. The child would always move restlessly in the middle of the night, continuously tossing and turning as if searching for an exit. Wen Jingcheng often woke up in the middle of the night, disturbed by the child's excessive movements, and would curl up in bed waiting for dawn.

If it weren't for Yan Muqi, he wouldn't be like this.

He knew that this child would definitely not be able to be saved, but he still wanted to try, to see if he could do his best to let him know that his father loved him, wanted him to grow up healthy, and didn't want the child to think about leaving him.