His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Do not!

Mo Sangyu felt her heart being violently clenched.

Feng Xingyu noticed her unusual behavior and grabbed her hand: "Ayu, what's wrong!"

Her emotions have been very unstable lately.

Feng Xingyu was in a bad mood, but he still tried to calm himself down and reassure her: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Feng Xingyu, I think I'm remembering some dreams I had before."

Mo Sangyu was never one to cry easily, but for some reason, at this moment, tears suddenly streamed down her face.

When Feng Xingyu saw her like this for the first time, he panicked.

He thought she was unwell, so he used his supernatural abilities to examine her again and again, wanting to check her thoroughly from head to toe.

"I'm fine." Mo Sangyu's eyes were red, and her voice was muffled. "It's just... I want to cry."

The image in my mind lingered for a long time.

Feng Xingyu was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled her, pregnant belly and all, into his arms. He rested his chin on the top of her head and said in a low, gentle voice, "Cry if you want to. I'm here."

Mo Sangyu nestled in his arms and burst into tears.

They either burst into tears or couldn't stop the tears from falling, as if they were releasing all the emotions that had been building up for a long time.

Feng Xingyu patted her back gently, without saying a word, just quietly staying with her.

After she finished crying, she looked up at him, her eyes still red, and asked somewhat embarrassedly, "Was I really annoying?"

"It's not bothersome."

Feng Xingyu lowered his head and kissed her moist eyelashes, his voice low and husky: "I love Ayu no matter what she looks like."

Mo Sangyu sniffed, buried her face in his chest, and muttered, "Feng Xingyu, you're becoming less and less like yourself."

Feng Xingyu chuckled softly, his chest heaving, and his voice descended from above: "Who does that resemble?"

"picture……"

Mo Sangyu thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Like a large dog."

Feng Xingyu: "..."

He looked down at her, his dark red eyes filled with doting affection: "Okay, whatever you say goes."

……

Days passed by like this.

Mo Sangyu's health fluctuated. When she was in good health, she was energetic, could eat and sleep well, but when she was in bad health, she would slump on the sofa and find it too tiring to even lift her arm.

But at each prenatal checkup, the doctor would smile and say, "Everything is normal, the baby is developing very healthily, except that the baby is much more active and energetic than other babies."

Lively and active.

Mo Sangyu deeply understands these four words.

The little thing in my belly is practically a perpetual motion machine, moving during the day and moving at night. Sometimes, just as she's drifting off to sleep in the middle of the night, her belly gets kicked, waking her up instantly.

Therefore, both she and Feng Xingyu felt that she was most likely carrying a son.

"Did he kick you again?"

As soon as Mo Sangyu woke up, Feng Xingyu, as if by conditioned reflex, immediately opened his eyes and slightly raised himself to look at her: "Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

Mo Sangyu looked at him suspiciously: "Feng Xingyu, when the baby kicked me, did you feel it too?"

Feng Xingyu chuckled lightly, his expression saying it all: "When he kicks hard, you can definitely feel it."

That's why he was able to react immediately.

"You brat."

He placed his palm on her belly, his tone stern: "Don't kick your mother."

The little one inside was quiet for about two seconds, then kicked again, even harder than before.

Feng Xingyu narrowed his eyes, his gaze darkening.

Mo Sangyu looked at him amusedly: "Why are you arguing with a child who hasn't even been born yet?"

"He's provoking me," Feng Xingyu said expressionlessly.

Mo Sangyu: "...He's only six months old, he doesn't have full consciousness yet."

Feng Xingyu stared at her stomach for a long time, then snorted coldly, lay down again, and pulled her into his arms.

His large hand remained on her belly as he spoke softly and slowly, "If it's a girl after she's born, that's fine. But if it's a son, I'll have to settle accounts with him properly."

Upon hearing this, the little one inside her womb twitched twice, as if it understood, and weakly protested.

"Go to sleep, and don't bother your mother anymore."

Surprisingly, the warning actually had some effect; they behaved themselves for the rest of the night.

Another month has passed in the blink of an eye.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, Beijing's winter is dry and cold, with no moisture in the air, and the wind feels like knives on your face.

In this kind of weather, it's unlikely to snow.

Mo Sangyu is now almost seven months pregnant, and Feng Xingyu is being extra careful. The key is that her sudden condition sometimes comes without any warning; she can faint just like that.

At first, each time it terrified him, but after experiencing it many times, he gradually calmed down.

Occasionally, I take her out for some fresh air, browse through maternity and baby stores, and buy some baby supplies in advance.

Strangely, when she was in good spirits, even with a big belly, she could still walk briskly and could easily kill a bull with one punch, which made Feng Xingyu even more worried.

Therefore, the two of them spend most of their time at home and don't go anywhere.

This year marks the fourth year that Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu have spent together.

But in terms of the actual time they've been together, it's actually less than four years.

Time is a tricky thing to understand. It feels like not much time has passed, but when you look back, you realize you've come a long way.

"It's just the two of us celebrating the New Year this year."

Mo Sangyu leaned back on the sofa, patted her round belly, and looked up at Feng Xingyu, who was pasting paper-cut window decorations on the window: "Isn't it too lonely?"

Feng Xingyu continued working, carefully smoothing out the bright red paper-cut window decoration. Hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at her.

A faint smile played in his eyes, but his tone was unusually serious: "I think it's just right."

He had dreamed of this kind of life before, but never dared to imagine that it would ever come true.

He enjoyed spending time alone with Ayu.

These were the most relaxed and happiest days of his life.

"Don't you find it boring?"

Mo Sangyu had no choice.

Even when she's with Feng Xingyu, she'll take him all over the country; she won't stay here forever.

After finishing pasting the window decorations, Feng Xingyu took out several strings of red lanterns from his bag, took a long stride, and quickly hung them on the hooks on the ceiling.

He was dressed casually today, his dark loungewear accentuating his slender figure. With each movement, the fabric shifted slightly, revealing a glimpse of his lean waistline.

After hanging the lanterns, he walked over to Mo Sangyu, ruffled her hair, and said, "Being with you, nothing is ever boring, and besides, we still have white dumplings, don't we?"

He kept hanging around in front of them all day long, and became bolder and bolder.

Mo Sangyu didn't reply, but just glanced at him a couple more times before silently looking away.

Why does this man seem to be getting more and more alluring?

Feng Xingyu was completely unaware of her gaze. After finishing speaking, he turned around and went to arrange other things.

He clearly came prepared, and it's unclear when he did his research, but the decorations he bought were varied and all appropriate for the occasion.

Bright red ropes hung in the entryway, the character "福" (fortune) was pasted upside down on the door, and even the coffee table in the living room was covered with a red tablecloth with several plates of dried fruit and candy on it.

Watching him bustling about, Mo Sangyu couldn't help but chuckle, "When did you buy all this?"

"When you were asleep a few days ago."

Feng Xingyu squatted on the ground arranging the last string of fairy lights, without even looking up: "The internet says that if the home is decorated in a festive way, pregnant women will be in a better mood."

Mo Sangyu smiled slightly, a warm feeling rising in her heart.

On New Year's Eve, Feng Xingyu got up very early in the morning.

When Mo Sangyu woke up, the spot next to her was empty, and her body heat still lingered in the blankets.

She slowly sat up, put on her coat, and followed the sound to the kitchen doorway.

Feng Xingyu, wearing an apron, was busy working in front of the stove.

The stove was filled with all sorts of ingredients, a mix of meat and vegetables, a complete and colorful array.

The cutting board was neatly stacked with chopped scallions, ginger, and garlic. Something was simmering in a pot, bubbling and steaming, filling the whole house with its aroma.

It is full of the warmth and life of everyday people.

His movements were fluid and his knife skills were sharp; it was clear at a glance that he had put in a lot of effort.

Mo Sangyu leaned against the door frame, quietly watching him.

The morning light streamed in through the window, falling on him and casting a soft glow on his hard features.

He lowered his head slightly, his expression focused and serious, with a few strands of hair hanging down from his temples, making his face even more unbelievably handsome.

"woke up?"

Feng Xingyu didn't turn around, but as if he had eyes, his voice came from the stove: "Go wash up first. Breakfast is in the microwave, you can eat it as soon as you take it out."

Mo Sangyu stood still.

Feng Xingyu then turned his head, glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her for a moment, and frowned slightly: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Mo Sangyu looked down at her bare feet and said nonchalantly, "There's underfloor heating in the house, it's fine."

Feng Xingyu put down the spatula in his hand, washed his hands, walked over and picked her up in his arms without saying a word.

Mo Sangyu exclaimed in surprise and quickly hugged his neck.

Feng Xingyu carried her back to the bedroom, put her on the bed, then squatted down and took out a pair of non-slip slippers for pregnant women from the shoe cabinet for her to put on.

His movements were so practiced, as if he had done them a thousand times.

After putting it on, she didn't forget to look up and remind him, "You're not allowed to walk around barefoot anymore."

Mo Sangyu looked down at him squatting in front of her, her heart softening completely. She reached out and touched his hair, her voice soft: "I understand, Butler Feng."

Feng Xingyu stood up, kissed her forehead, and then turned and went back to the kitchen.

The New Year's Eve dinner was extremely lavish.

Feng Xingyu spent most of the day preparing a whole table of dishes.

The restaurant had a full range of dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, and meat, as well as several of Mo Sangyu's favorite home-style stir-fries. Even the plating was exquisite, just like something served in a restaurant.

The two sat facing each other, the table was brightly lit, and the sky outside the window was gradually darkening, with occasional sporadic firecracker sounds.

Bai Tuanzi sat on another chair, next to a small pot of leaves, which he was showing off with a clattering sound.

"Here, try this."

Feng Xingyu picked up a piece of steamed fish with his chopsticks and placed it in Mo Sangyu's bowl. The fish meat was cleaned up, with not a single bone left.

Mo Sangyu put it in her mouth and tasted it, her eyes immediately lighting up: "Delicious!"

Feng Xingyu smiled slightly and picked up some more food for her.

The two ate and chatted, exchanging pleasantries intermittently.

They were talking about trivial things: what kind of crib to buy, which brand of diapers is good, whether to make dumplings tomorrow, and whether to go to the hospital for another prenatal checkup after the New Year.

They lived a simple and ordinary life, just like any other ordinary young couple.

"Happy New Year, Feng Xingyu."

Mo Sangyu raised his glass, which contained fresh fruit juice.

"Happy New Year, Ayu."

Feng Xingyu also raised his wine glass and gently clinked it against hers: "I hope that every year from now on can be spent with you."

"it is good."

After finishing the meal, Feng Xingyu single-handedly took care of the remaining dishes on the table.

Mo Sangyu nestled on the sofa waiting for him. The Spring Festival Gala was on TV. After he finished tidying up and came over, the couple watched it together for a while.

Mo Sangyu wasn't particularly interested in these songs, dances, and crosstalk performances, but for Feng Xingyu, they were far more exciting than the programs at their banquet, and he found them quite novel.

However, he didn't watch for long before he saw that Mo Sangyu was sleepy, so he immediately carried her to take a bath.

After taking a shower, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Feng Xingyu hugged her from behind, letting her lean against him. Watching the fireworks that occasionally went off outside, she felt a sense of warmth and peace in this moment.

He would be willing to live like this for the rest of his life.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, Mo Sangyu felt in good spirits and had plenty of spiritual energy, so the couple went to the cinema to watch a movie together.

Since he had finally come back, Mo Sangyu wanted to do everything together that they could.

That evening, the two had dinner at a restaurant.

Just as they finished eating and were about to go home, a bolt of lightning struck right in front of Mo Sangyu as he stepped out of the restaurant.

Feng Xingyu reacted extremely quickly.

The instant the lightning struck, he almost instinctively pulled Mo Sangyu into his arms, and in a flash, he teleported several feet away.

There was a loud bang.

Lightning struck the steps at the restaurant entrance, scattering gravel and sending plumes of smoke into the air.

A charred pit was split into the marble steps, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

Several customers who were about to enter the restaurant screamed in fright, their faces ashen, frozen in place, completely terrified.

"What's going on?!"

"Is it thundering?"

"It's the Lunar New Year, not a stormy day, why is it thundering for no reason?"

"Wasn't there someone standing there just now? I clearly saw someone almost get struck by lightning..."

"There's no one there, are you seeing things?"

The man rubbed his eyes and looked again. The spot where he had been standing was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

He stood there, stunned, a chill running down his spine.

This happened so fast that no one present had time to take out their phone.

By the time someone remembered to take pictures, all that was left was the shattered steps and the lingering smell of burning in the air.

Someone filmed a video and posted it online with the caption, "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, a bolt from the blue struck the city center."

The comments section quickly became lively, with some saying it was a paranormal event and others saying it was an explosion caused by a short circuit.

However, because the moment the lightning struck was not captured on camera, nor were any people hit by it, the incident was quickly overshadowed by the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

But for Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu, this matter was far from over.

Feng Xingyu teleported Mo Sangyu back home.

The moment he landed, the chill emanating from him almost froze the entire room.

His dark red eyes surged with intense shock and anger, his jawline taut, like a ferocious beast whose scales had been touched.

It started with warnings, and now they're resorting to surprise attacks!

Mo Sangyu's expression wasn't much better.

An unprecedented sense of frustration spread from the bottom of my heart.

The little one moved restlessly in my belly a few times, as if it had sensed the danger from before.

Mo Sangyu gently stroked her belly to comfort the little one, while also trying to calm herself down as quickly as possible.

"Feng Xingyu."

She spoke slowly, her voice frighteningly calm, but the undercurrent in her eyes betrayed her true emotions.

Feng Xingyu looked down at her.

Mo Sangyu met his gaze and said, word by word, "After the child is born, we'll go to the Canglan Continent. I want to see what this so-called Heavenly Dao Rules really are."

"What do you want?"

"If you push me too far, I'll take them all down with me!"