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

Wen Bao'er climbed out of bed, took small steps to Mo Xuanbai, and said in a soft voice, "Big brother, Mom is outside. I can hear her calling me."

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the boy's legs, leaning softly against him: "I'll come play with you again next time, okay?"

Mo Xuanbai lowered his eyes and stared at her, his tone resolute: "You're not allowed to leave."

"I'll come find you first thing tomorrow morning," Wen Bao'er gently patted the door, eager to find her mother outside. "I'm going home with Mom now."

The warmth outside the door had long since exhausted his patience, and his voice was filled with suppressed anger: "Mr. Mo, I must take my daughter with me."

"You're holding the child captive; that's child abduction."

Mo Xuanze was at his wit's end, knowing that his younger brother was in the wrong in the whole affair. In his haste, he blurted out, "How about this, I'll pay for it, could you let Bao'er...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Nuan interrupted him sharply: "Mo Xuanze, she's a person, not a commodity. She's only three years old!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the bedroom door opened from the inside, and Wen Bao'er's small figure walked out.

Warmth immediately stepped forward and tightly embraced her daughter.

Wen Bao'er affectionately hugged her neck and explained honestly, "Mom, I was so sleepy that I fell asleep just now, and my older brother brought me back here to sleep."

Hearing that her daughter hadn't been wronged, Wen Nuan's tense expression softened slightly, and she soothed her daughter in a low voice, "Sweetie, let's go home."

They are both sick, and the two brothers are seriously ill!

I should spend less time with them in the future.

She turned to leave with Bao'er in her arms, but Mo Xuanze quickly said, "I'll arrange a driver to take you back."

"No need, thank you, Mr. Mo." Wen Nuan's expression was indifferent as she carried the child and walked straight out, feeling in her heart that the two brothers were really abnormal.

Especially Mr. Mo's younger brother!

Mo Xuanze stood there, watching her retreating figure. He knew that after this incident, he and his brother had been completely categorized as child traffickers in Wen Nuan's heart.

On the other side, Mo Xuanbai hid behind the half-open door, silently watching Wen Bao'er being carried away by her mother.

He looked up and met the gaze of Mo Xuanze who was approaching. Before the other could start lecturing, he suddenly raised his hand and slammed the door shut with a "bang".

Mo Xuanze stood outside the door, sighing helplessly.

Got it!

Now look what's happened; I've offended both sides completely.

The taxi was dimly lit. Wen Nuan held Wen Bao'er tightly in her arms, and whispered with lingering fear, "You're not allowed to follow anyone anymore, and you absolutely can't run around, understand?"

Wen Bao'er leaned obediently on her shoulder, nodded her little head, and then looked up at her with expectant eyes: "Mommy, I want to play with big brother again tomorrow."

Wen Nuan's face darkened instantly upon hearing this. She really didn't want to experience the fear and anxiety she had felt tonight a second time. Both incidents were because of Mo Xuanbai, and her attitude was very firm: "You are not allowed to go, and you are not allowed to have any contact with him again."

"It's not big brother's fault," Wen Bao'er said earnestly, tugging at her clothes. "Last time I invited big brother to our house to see Little Stone, and today I promised to come back with him."

She blinked her clear eyes and earnestly defended the boy: "Big brother is a very nice person, and he gave me lots of sweet snacks."

Wen Nuan reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek, feeling helpless: "Just a few bags of snacks, and you've been won over?"

"They had absolutely no sense of caution."

She's now worried that her daughter might be tricked by a blond-haired kid or a loafer when she grows up!

Wen Bao'er giggled as the pinch tickled her, but after a while, she asked with a pitiful look, "Can I still go see him tomorrow?"

"No, you'd better stay home and do your drawing homework tomorrow." Wen Nuan wouldn't budge an inch.

Upon hearing this, Wen Bao'er's face immediately fell, her eyes reddened slightly, and she muttered sullenly, "Being a child is not good at all, it's not happy at all."

Looking at her gloomy face whenever she heard about homework, Wen Nuan was both annoyed and amused. She reached out and gently stroked her hair.

-

In the blink of an eye, Nan Zhi was already six months pregnant, and winter had arrived outside. This morning, the two of them were going to the hospital for a routine prenatal checkup.

The bed was warm and cozy, and she didn't want to get up at all. In the end, Jin Si Nian bent down and gently scooped her out of the blankets.

He leaned closer to the bedside, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice low and gentle as if he had just woken up: "Sweetie, go back to sleep after your prenatal checkup."

Nan Zhi propped herself up to sit up and change her clothes. She looked out the window and saw that the sky was covered with a hazy gray light, and it was snowing lightly outside.

This person takes prenatal checkups more seriously and proactively than she does herself.

It was freezing cold, and she had originally wanted to slack off and even try to make an excuse to skip her yoga class, but he flatly refused, saying that he would take her there on time no matter what.

Her belly grew larger day by day, and her vision was blocked by her high belly. When she looked down, she couldn't see her legs at all. She could only turn her head to the side and barely catch a glimpse of the back of her waist and abdomen from the corner of her eye.

Nan Zhi was worried about developing stretch marks on her belly every day. The first thing she did every morning was to stand in front of the dressing mirror and examine herself carefully, especially the lower abdomen, which was a blind spot. She even took a small mirror and held it up to check it carefully.

Jin Si Nian stood to the side, carrying her prenatal checkup bag, looking both helpless and amused.

The first thing the little girl does every day when she opens her eyes is to check her belly. He repeatedly assures her that her skin is smooth and clean, without any wrinkles, but she always suspects that she is being deceived.

Everything he said was true; her belly was indeed smooth and delicate.

He applies oil to Zhizhi every day, but no stretch marks have appeared. Maybe Zhizhi is just not prone to stretch marks?

"Have you seen enough?" Kings asked in a young voice.

Nan Zhi then put down the small mirror, pulled up the hem of her pajamas, and whispered, "Okay... all done."

She only looked at it for a little while, why is she rushing her!

"Then let's go." The man raised an eyebrow, reached out and took her slightly cool hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as a small punishment. "I told you a long time ago I didn't have any wrinkles, why didn't you believe me?"

Nan Zhi followed closely beside him, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke: "What if... what if you lie to me?"

"You...you promised yesterday that you'd let me buy...buy milk tea."

Jin Si Nian raised an eyebrow, almost denying it: "Well, the test report says it's okay, so let's buy it!"

Upon arriving at the hospital lobby, Jin Si Nian carried two steaming hot breakfasts in her hands. She needed to have her blood drawn for her prenatal checkup today, and she had to wait until the blood draw was finished before she could eat.

Finally, it was Nan Zhi's turn to have her blood drawn. She was very nervous and anxious, as she always got nervous when it came to blood draws.

Several tubes of blood had to be drawn, and her fingertips unconsciously clenched Jin Si Nian's sleeve.

Jin Si Nian stayed by her side without leaving for a moment, his brows tightly furrowed. As he watched the needle pierce her arm, his face was even more pale than Nan Zhi's.

After the blood was drawn, Nan Zhi pressed the cotton swab on her arm and was just about to open the bag to eat a couple of bites of warm breakfast when the nurse called the two of them in to have an ultrasound.

The entire examination was completed, and the report was handed to me. The glucose tolerance test result was slightly high.

The doctor explained that it was mostly due to her preference for various high-sugar fruits, resulting in excessive sugar intake.

Stepping out of the consultation room, Jin Si Nian held the report in his hand, his tone leaving no room for negotiation: "From now on, you're not allowed to eat sweet candied fruit, and you need to reduce your fruit intake."

Nan Zhi drooped her head and muttered softly, feeling reluctant to part with those sweet and sour snacks.

"Then, then my... milk tea."