Mrs. Fu, please be mindful of the appropriate boundaries.

Xu Qingcheng really wanted to sew his mouth shut. How could he talk like that?

She slammed the spoon down in the bowl in annoyance, staring at him with wide eyes, shocked and incredulous.

Fu Jingting thought to himself, "Oh no, I was just kidding, I was just joking with you."

"Are you kidding me? Are you joking around like this?" Xu Qingcheng slapped him hard, angrily saying, "Who are you cursing?"

Fu Jingting grabbed her hand that was slapping him and quickly changed the subject, "I meant a boy and a girl. The girl will definitely look like you, just like Xu Yuan, and the boy will look like me."

"Who wants to look like you? What's it to you?" Xu Qingcheng couldn't break free from him; he had her encircled.

"If it's not like me, then it's like you." Fu Jingting half-encircled her in his arms, his fingers tracing along her brow bone. "Boys shouldn't look like you, you're too beautiful."

His sweet words seeped into her silently, making Xu Qingcheng's heart tremble. She had been praised for her beauty countless times since she was a child, and had become immune to it, but hearing him say it still made her face turn red instantly.

The man, with his broad shoulders and long arms, wrapped his arm around her completely, pulling her into his embrace. He lowered his head and kissed the crown of her head. "I see you're not feeling nauseous anymore. Looks like the two little ones are keeping you company and aren't bothering you as much."

"It's just an embryo, it doesn't have any thoughts yet." Xu Qingcheng refused to let him continue, because the more he described it, the more uncomfortable the surgery would be.

Even though she didn't want to stay, she couldn't stand anyone saying a bad word about her.

I really want to beat him to death!

"You're thirteen weeks along now, so you should be conscious by now. You know it's not easy for Mommy to take care of them, so you've been behaving well and not causing trouble. Otherwise, you wouldn't have only just noticed their existence." Fu Jingting asked her, looking down at her. "You know how to care for you."

"Fu Jingting, are you doing this on purpose?!" His words pierced her heart with every sentence, and Xu Qingcheng's eyes reddened. "You say you'll listen to me, but you just want me to be soft-hearted and not have an abortion, right?! I won't! I'm going to have an abortion! Why should I have your child?!"

She was furious, her eyes welling up with tears. This person was so wicked; he was using psychological tactics on her!

It's said that pregnant women are very emotional, and sometimes a single sentence can trigger a lot of thoughts. Fu Jingting had absolutely no experience in taking care of pregnant mothers, but he wasn't completely clueless. He had consulted her when she first became pregnant, but as time went on and he hadn't really taken care of her, he was a bit slow to react.

Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, his heart raced. He cupped her face in his hands. "Don't cry. To be honest, it's not true that I'm unhappy. I dream of having a child with you, the more the merrier, I'd love to have a whole football team of kids..."

"Are you crazy?! What do you take women for? Pigs?!"

"No, I was just describing it, that's what I meant. I really want a child with you." Fu Jingting wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes with his fingers. "I know this idea is childish, but with Xuyuan, I can always find an excuse to see Xuyuan, to see you."

"You can see Xu Yuan, why do you want to see me? You don't need to see me," Xu Qingcheng said softly, tears suddenly streaming down her face.

"I want to see you, I really want to, I want to be with you every day." Fu Jingting lowered his head to kiss her eyes, sucking away her tears. "I miss you so much it hurts my bones."

"Fu Jingting, you're going to use any means necessary now, saying anything you want, right?!" Xu Qingcheng sniffed, unable to escape him, trapped in his arms, trapped in the sweet trap he had woven for her.

How could this person be so wicked? They would say anything against their will just to prevent her from aborting the child.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and his image was reflected in her beautiful eyes, but she didn't believe him.

He reached out and pressed her head against his chest, letting her hear the sound of his heartbeat. "This heart inside beats only for you. Qingcheng, I never lie about this."

She could hear his heartbeat, steady and strong, though a little too fast, making her feel flustered.

Xu Qingcheng suddenly reached out and pushed him away. Her eyes were red. "You're not lying, so you're saying my love is worthless."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingcheng could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her face.

That night, he would never know how she felt after he shattered her courageous confession.

Collapse, despair.

She experienced it with him more than once.

He dragged her into the situation, but she only thought he didn't love her, feeling resentful, hateful, and helpless.

She only wanted to protect herself and had no intention of hurting him. He would never know how heartbroken and remorseful she felt after his accident. She even thought that if they switched places, she would be the one who died, as long as he was alright.

But the fact was that it was already like that. Even though the doctor reminded her countless times that the child had a higher chance of being born with disabilities, she still gave birth despite her desperate efforts. He would never know how anxious and uneasy she was.

On one hand, she selfishly wanted to maintain the connection between the two of them and preserve his bloodline; on the other hand, she was extremely afraid of the cruelty of reality and the harm it would bring to Xu Yuan. She was afraid that Xu Yuan would not be able to recover, that she would be ostracized by children her age, that she would not be able to live like a normal person after entering society, and even more afraid that Xu Yuan would resent her as his mother.

But he is alive.

When he appeared before her, hope arose in her heart. The love that had been weighing on her chest could no longer be suppressed. She had always been the one who was taken care of since childhood, and had never shamelessly pursued a man like that before.

She abandoned all her pride and self-respect, just wanting him to know that she loved him.

But he didn't want to.

He said her love was worthless.

That night, the brightly lit villa was a luminous world that was very far away from her. She watched them smiling from the outside, while her world was filled with darkness that even the moonlight could not reach.

She was only grateful that she could still make a wish, and that she could still be strong.

Fu Jingting's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. At that time, too much resentment in his heart had blinded him. Now he regretted it so much that his heart felt like it was being torn apart. Only now, hearing her mention it, could he feel her pain.

Memories flooded back like a tide, and he really wanted to slap himself a few times, but it was too late now.

Words spoken are like water spilled; they cannot be taken back easily.

Xu Qingcheng covered her face and sobbed, "Fu Jingting, from that day on, I have absolutely no attachment to you whatsoever. Since you don't want it, and it's worthless anyway, why should I keep it? I'll just throw it away. I don't want to love you anymore, we have nothing to do with each other, and I don't want to have a child with you."

"I'm sorry." Fu Jingting pulled her hand down and hugged her. "Qingcheng, I'm sorry. I said and did things that were too much."

"It's no use for you to apologize to me now." Xu Qingcheng stubbornly refused. "I don't love you anymore. I've thrown you away, thrown you far, far away. I don't feel anything for you anymore."

"I know. I have to say it even if it's useless." The man gently pulled her into his arms, leaned down to kiss her eyebrows, her face, and her lips, tentatively kissing her tenderly and slowly, drawing all her resistance into his embrace.

He picked her up, sat her on the sofa, and held her close in his arms, kissing her tenderly and lingeringly, as if trying to swallow all her grievances.

"Let me go! I told you I don't love you anymore, you..."

The man kissed her soft little mouth, swallowing her voice, his dark eyes revealing an unwavering dominance, "Then it's my turn to love you, to find back what you've lost."

"Ugh, who wants to get it back? I don't want to get it back." She protested weakly. The man held her close, his forehead pressed against hers, his dark eyes probing deep into the depths of her eyes, as if trying to penetrate them and reach the very core of her being.

"But I want to get it back. Qingcheng, I love you, and I want you to love me too."

He gently nuzzled her cheek against his, "But I'm not in a hurry, take your time, but don't reject me, give me a chance to pursue you again."