Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 194: Truly Mad

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: Truly Mad

"Mr. Fu, don’t you think too highly of yourself? I’m a doctor—my actions are merely to not snuff out an innocent life. It has nothing to do with you."

"Fine, even if it has nothing to do with me, but I am the child’s father, I should have the right to know."

"Now you know, do you want to take the child back?" Ye Yan was agitated, "Fu Xingzhou, I won’t hand the child over to you unless I’m dead."

"How could that be?" Fu Xingzhou stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders, "Ye Yan, calm down, I have no intention of fighting you for the child."

"Then what do you want?"

Ye Yan attempted to shrug off his hands but realized she couldn’t.

"I just want to fulfill my responsibilities as a father." Fu Xingzhou looked into her eyes, "I’ve been from a single-parent family since I was a child, thirsting for a complete love from both parents more than anyone else. Aren’t you the same, Ye Yan? Don’t you envy other children who have wholesome families?"

Ye Yan’s gaze flickered uncertainly.

The reason she had agreed to Chai Chen’s kindness was also that he had promised to be half a father to the child, to make his childhood whole.

Suffering from growing up in a single-parent family, she had never experienced a mother’s love in all her years.

It was the same for Fu Xingzhou, abandoned by his mother at a young age, he once envied the simple three-person households next door.

"I won’t force you to do anything, nor will I take him away from you. I just want him to know that besides a mother, he can also rely on a father, and that no one can bully him."

Ye Yan knew he had been a lawyer, someone who could argue black into white.

But everything he said was reasonable and convincing, leaving her without fault to find and sincerely satisfied.

He had precisely pinpointed her innermost thoughts, which allowed him to be so unrestrained.

In the end, she was still unable to escape his control.

Thinking this, Ye Yan suddenly felt extremely wronged, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her face like a babbling brook.

"Ye Yan," Fu Xingzhou was flustered by her sudden tears, "Please don’t cry, whatever I said wrong, I take it back."

Ye Yan just cried, her shoulders shaking convulsively.

Fu Xingzhou forcibly pulled her into his embrace to console her.

She cried and struggled, ultimately losing out on strength, she allowed him to hold her while he continued to soothe her, one sentence after another.

Pregnant people are emotionally unstable and get tired easily.

Crying herself out, Ye Yan gradually fell asleep.

In her subconscious, Fu Xingzhou was someone she trusted, which is why she could fall asleep without any worries by his side.

Fu Xingzhou, sensing the even breathing of the person in his arms, couldn’t help but smile satisfactorily.

He didn’t dare move, just held her like this, sitting on the couch.

Afraid that the slightest sound might wake her up.

When she was fully awake, she would never allow him to take such liberties.

For him, seizing this moment of joy brought immense satisfaction.

His heart, which had been feeling empty these days, seemed to slowly fill up, as if water was being poured into it.

Time ticked away until she slept soundly.

Worried that she would be uncomfortable staying in that position for too long, Fu Xingzhou got up and carefully carried her to bed.

Sijiu followed closely behind, meowing softly.

Fu Xingzhou quickly turned and shushed the cat, and Sijiu, understanding, jumped onto the bed without making another sound.

Seeing the cat lying so familiarly by Ye Yan’s pillow, the scales in Fu Xingzhou’s heart suddenly tipped.

Is he now less important than a cat?

The cat could freely enter her room, sleep in her bed.

While he had to sneak in like a thief, and leave just as stealthily.

Otherwise, once Ye Yan woke up and saw him, she would surely never let him through her door again.

Sijiu was comfortably lying there when it suddenly felt an intense, melancholic gaze bearing down upon it, like the great Mount Tai.

Being a cat wasn’t easy these days, either.

Fu Xingzhou gently placed a kiss on Ye Yan’s cheek.

So light, as if a feather brushed across it.

His gaze then fell onto her belly.

There, there was a slight bulge, and instinctively, his palm rested on top of it.

Fearing he might wake her, he didn’t dare to make a move, just mimicked a stroking motion through the air.

In the past, they had discussed the matter of children.

She was busy with work and was up for a promotion, and he, was not yet ready to be a father.

If it hadn’t been for that "accident" at the resort...

Fu Xingzhou was very grateful that he came at this time.

Like a little angel, tirelessly weaving bridges between his parents’ shattered relationship.

Since his child was working so hard, he certainly wouldn’t fall behind.

Fu Xingzhou tucked Ye Yan in, then left the room.

When Ye Yan awoke, it was already light out.

Sijiu’s tail brushed her arm, tickling her.

She stretched out a hand and absent-mindedly stroked Sijiu a few times, and although Sijiu seemed displeased, it endured.

After petting the cat, she was fully awake, and the events of the previous night replayed in her mind like a tape rewinding.

Ye Yan hurriedly got out of bed and looked around the room but didn’t see Fu Xingzhou.

That feeling, it was like she had had a dream, and he never came at all.

But he had indeed come, his words still ringing in her ears, the warmth of his hands as he held her still lingering.

Ye Yan sat despondently on the sofa, unsure whether she felt more anxious or empty.

Until the doorbell rang.

Standing at the door was someone who didn’t look like a delivery person, but rather like a staff member from some restaurant.

"Miss Ye, good morning, here is the breakfast you ordered."

Ye Yan glanced at it, seeing the "Jiua" label on the packaging.

She had once had the good fortune to eat Jiua’s delivery, and it was all thanks to Fu Xingzhou.

"I didn’t order delivery."

"Is this address and phone number yours?" the staff member asked, confirming.

"Yes, it’s mine."

"Then there’s no mistake, enjoy your meal."

Ye Yan, in a daze, carried the bag inside; Sijiu, smelling the aroma, immediately jumped onto a chair.

Fu Xingzhou knew Ye Yan’s old tastes, but this breakfast was more suited to her current palate.

He had even found out that detail.

The breakfast from Jiua lived up to its reputation, but Ye Yan ate with a heavy heart.

She didn’t understand what Fu Xingzhou was trying to do, but it was undoubtedly a very dangerous sign.

People who were gradually becoming distant shouldn’t start having interactions again.

Ye Yan took out her phone and found Fu Xingzhou’s WeChat.

"What exactly are you trying to do?"

After composing the message, Ye Yan felt it wasn’t right, deleted it, and started over.

After several iterations, she still didn’t send it out.

Instead, Fu Xingzhou’s message arrived first: "A son or a daughter?"

Ye Yan instinctively replied, "A son"

"A son is good, too; he’ll look like you."

Ye Yan frowned, what did he mean "good, too," as if having a son was some kind of disappointment to him.

"You don’t like having a son?"

After sending the message, Ye Yan immediately regretted it and hastily hit recall.

She wanted to talk to Fu Xingzhou about the breakfast, how did they end up discussing the baby’s gender?

She must be crazy.