Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

Jin Si Nian turned over in his drowsy state, his mind still half-asleep, and his arm instinctively reached to his side.

Empty and desolate, a chilling sight.

The emptiness beside the bed brought him to his senses, and his brows furrowed sharply.

What about people?

He threw back the covers and got up, feeling dizzy and unwell with a low fever, and hurriedly walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw warm yellow light shining from the living room downstairs.

It's obvious that some pregnant woman must have gotten hungry at night and sneaked downstairs to find something to eat.

I wonder if she ate any bird's nest. Is one bird's nest enough?

His throat was dry and itchy, and he was terribly hoarse. He went downstairs to get a glass of water to soothe his throat, but he caught sight of that small figure in the living room.

Nan Zhi was facing away from the stairs, slurping her noodles with her head down, completely absorbed in the instant noodles, unaware that someone had appeared behind her.

Jin Si Nian slowly walked downstairs, his deep, husky voice softly calling out, "Zhi Zhi."

The sudden sound startled Nan Zhi, causing her to freeze in mid-air, her hand holding the chopsticks abruptly stopping.

With her round cheeks puffed out and half a noodle still in her mouth, she turned her head blankly and met the man's deep eyes, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes for a moment.

Oh no, I've been arrested.

She instinctively tried to hide the bowl behind her back, attempting to destroy the evidence.

Jin Nian stepped forward and snatched the bowl from her hand.

The bowl was already empty, with only a shallow layer of chicken broth remaining.

He looked down at her, his tone serious with a hint of helplessness: "What are you eating?"

Nan Zhi hurriedly swallowed the noodles in her mouth, her small hands clenched tightly, her eyes darting around, and she tried to argue in a low voice, feeling guilty yet stubborn: "Old...old hen soup."

Jin Si Nian pressed his tongue against his dry lips, staring at her with a half-smile: "Where's the hen?"

He lowered his head and took a sip of the broth, the taste instantly becoming clear. He then glanced at her coldly and said, "This is instant noodles."

Nan Zhi stubbornly refused to admit it, clinging to her words: "It's...it's just...mother's chicken soup."

Jin Si Nian looked down at her earnest and evasive expression, a helpless yet indulgent smile in his eyes, and said in a slightly hoarse tone, "Zhi Zhi, I'm just sick, not senile."

Nan Zhi immediately raised her little face and retorted confidently, "It's...it's your son who's greedy and insists on eating it!"

Jin Si Nian was amused by her twisted logic and scoffed softly, "The son said that his mother wanted to steal the food herself."

The noodles were all gone, and the soup was all drunk up.

Nan Zhi simply gave up, blinking her innocent big eyes and adopting a nonchalant, "I've already eaten it all."

She had an expression that said, "I've already eaten it, so what can you do to me?"

Jin Si Nian sighed helplessly, his gaze falling on the bowl of lukewarm bird's nest on the table. He asked gently, "Bird's nest, why haven't you touched it?"

Nan Zhi obediently shook her head, gently pushed the bird's nest bowl in front of him with her small hand, and said softly and considerately, "I won't eat it, you eat it. This is very nourishing and will help you recover."

After drinking the warm water, Jin Si Nian glanced at the warm bird's nest on the table but didn't touch it.

He put it in the refrigerator to chill so he could eat it fresh tomorrow, then turned and went back to his bedroom.

Ignoring his life or death, Zhizhi turned on the air conditioner again. He didn't say anything, covered himself with the blanket, and lay down to sleep.

Before long, a soft little bundle kept snuggling into his arms.

Jin Si Nian subconsciously reached out and touched her; her small hand was icy cold, even her fingertips were cold.

He immediately pulled back the blanket and wrapped her tightly, his long arms holding the cold little girl close, cradling her in his warm embrace.

Okay, that's all we can do for today.

That night, the two slept in each other's arms, and nothing happened.

A few days later, Jin Si's cold was cured.

He noticed that Nan Zhi's tastes had become increasingly discerning lately, with a particular fondness for spicy foods.

There's a saying that sour foods indicate a boy and spicy foods indicate a girl. Looking at her love for spicy food, Jin Si Nian became even more certain that Zhi Zhi was carrying two soft little girls.

Before I knew it, it was time for my prenatal checkup again.

Emerging from the examination room, Nan Zhi gently stroked her swollen belly, her eyes crinkling with joy: "Our baby is...healthy~"

Jin Si Nian carried her pregnancy test results and nutritional supplements in one hand and her small bag on his back. He gently held her small hand with his fingertips, looked down at the gentle-looking girl, and chuckled softly, "Yes, you three are all healthy."

Passing by the obstetrics and gynecology corridor, I saw many pregnancy-related science popularization articles on the walls.

Jin Si Nian glanced at the promotional brochure for prenatal yoga classes, thinking that appropriate exercise could stretch the body and facilitate childbirth, which would be good for both her and the baby. So he gently took her hand and suggested, "Zhi Zhi, how about I sign you up for a prenatal yoga class?"

"Appropriate exercise is good for your health."

But Nan Zhi didn't listen to him at all.

Her gaze was already fixed on the twin spicy strips in the hand of a little boy not far away. She could almost smell the tempting aroma, and her throat involuntarily swallowed her saliva.

She was craving it so badly.

After becoming pregnant, she craved spicy food, but Jin Si Nian was very strict and wouldn't let her touch any of those snacks.

She wanted to eat it, but Jin Si Nian wouldn't let her.

Why are you even signing her up for yoga classes now? Is it because you think she's too fat?

She was in a good mood, but when she heard that he wanted to sign her up for a yoga class, her emotions surged up instantly, and she secretly pouted awkwardly.

Is it because you dislike her for gaining weight and becoming cumbersome during her pregnancy, and therefore want her to lose weight?

The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Her face fell instantly, and she silently pulled her hand away from his, sulking and ignoring him.

Jin Si Nian keenly noticed her sudden drop in mood, leaned slightly closer to her, and asked gently with a hint of doubt, "What's wrong?"

"You were fine when we came out, why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Nan Zhi pursed her lips and turned her face away, suppressing her inner turmoil, but deliberately remained silent, letting him guess her grievances.

Looking at her pouty little face, Jin Si Nian helplessly but patiently bent down to coax her, gently rubbing the top of her head: "Why are you suddenly unhappy? Are you craving something to eat?"

As he spoke, Jin Si Nian took out some pregnant women's cookies from his bag and ate them.

Having her thoughts accurately guessed, Nan Zhi could no longer hold back. Her soft, sweet voice, tinged with a hint of grievance, whined, "I...I want to eat spicy strips."

Without a second thought, Jin Si Nian gently but firmly refused, "No, you can't eat those."

When her wish was rejected, Nan Zhi's temper flared up completely. She looked up at him and muttered defiantly, "Then I... I don't want to go to yoga class."

Jin Si Nian patiently and gently persuaded her, every word of which was for her benefit: "Will you listen to me?"

"Yoga classes can help with a smooth delivery, stretch your body, and relieve pregnancy fatigue."

"I specifically checked, and this class allows your husband to accompany you the whole time. I'll go with you and stay with you the entire time, okay?"

"No, no!" Nan Zhi shook her head vigorously, her small hands clutching his sleeve, a hint of grievance in her eyes, as she softly asked the question that was on her mind, "Do you... dislike me for being fat? Is that why you're forcing me to go to class to lose weight?"

These words softened Jin Si Nian's heart, making him both angry and amused.

Without saying a word, he bent down and lifted her up gently, supporting her hips and legs with a light and steady motion.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against hers, his voice gentle and tender, full of affection: "I can carry you three in my arms with ease, without any effort at all."

Jin Nian still enrolled her in yoga classes, and Nan Zhi could only go reluctantly...