Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
He Ming held Xiaomengâs hand as they walked upstairs.
âWhatâs the matter you want to talk to me about?â He Ming had been thinking about this all day.
Xiaomeng pouted and then gave a soft smile. âLetâs go home first, weâll talk about it there.â
He Ming raised an eyebrow. âCanât tell me now? Is it good news or bad news? Let me prepare myself mentally.â
The more she teased him, the more he wanted to know.
âLike I said, Iâll tell you when we get home. Why do you keep asking? Not cute at all,â Xiaomeng ignored him and unlocked the door.
In fact, Xiaomeng felt much better after she had figured things out.
She let out a long sigh of relief.
âHe Ming, am I the woman you want to spend your life with?â She suddenly looked at him with eager eyes.
âWhat are you randomly thinking about now?â He Ming couldnât understand what women were thinking all day long.
âTell me, am I?â She shook his arm.
âYouâll be my wife, my lifelong companion,â He Ming said firmly. From the beginning, he wasnât playing around.
âCouples also get divorced, right? In todayâs society, divorce is pretty normal, isnât it?â
âNo, youâre the only wife Iâll have in my lifetime, there wonât be anyone else.â He Ming looked at her, speaking earnestly and solemnly.
âOkay, I believe you.â Xiaomeng threw herself into his embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
Having been with He Ming for so long, Xiaomeng knew he was the kind of person who did what he promised. He might not easily make commitments, but once he did, he would do everything in his power to fulfill them.
So she didnât have much to worry about. External factors could be overcome as long as they were united in purpose.
All she had to do now was to trust him wholeheartedly.
As Xiaomeng contemplated, she placed He Mingâs hand on her abdomen. âFeel it, what do you sense?â
He Ming, being a bit thick-skinned, didnât catch on immediately. âAre you gaining weight?â
Xiaomeng couldnât help but roll her eyes at him. âTry again.â
He Mingâs warm and sturdy palm gently moved over her abdomen. Squinting slightly, he earnestly pondered what she was trying to express.
But despite his efforts, he couldnât figure it out. âAre you⦠feeling unwell? Should I massage it for you?â
âNo, thatâs not it. Guess again, thereâs a prize if you get it right.â Xiaomeng was really starting to feel defeated by his dullness. What if their child inherited his slowness? How would she manage?
In truth, it wasnât entirely He Mingâs fault. He was afraid to think in that direction, fearing he might guess wrong and upset Xiaomeng.
âAre you trying to sayâ¦?â Suddenly, a hint of a smile flickered in He Mingâs eyes. Even though it was a joke, he said it with such seriousness.
Seeing his intense gaze, Xiaomeng instantly understood where his thoughts had gone. She couldnât help but pat him. âHe Ming, why are you so slow? Can we still have a pleasant conversation?â
How could there be such a clueless man? She had dropped hints, both direct and indirect, but he still couldnât figure it out. Now she was worried that if their child inherited his personality, it would be beyond words.
Facing such a blockhead was enough, but to have another one? It would truly drive her crazy.
âWhat does it mean then?â He Ming gave up guessing. Womenâs minds were like needles in the sea. How could he know what challenge she was throwing at him?
Xiaomeng couldnât help but find it amusing and exasperating at the same time. This man seemed sharp on the surface, but when faced with situations like this, he could be incredibly dense.