Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ye Xiaomeng continued, âBut about the pregnancy, donât go telling everyone. People say you should wait three months before announcing it.â
âAlright.â Regardless of whether there was such a saying, he would follow her advice and refrain from boasting to Gu Shaoting for now.
In truth, he really wanted to boast to Gu Shaoting. After all, Gu always seemed content with his daughters, which was too smug. He needed to knock him down a peg.
âLetâs go to sleep then, I want to rest a bit more,â Ye Xiaomeng shifted, pressing her face against his chest and giving him a nudge.
âOkay.â He nodded, still stiff and cautious.
He gently patted her back, like soothing a child to sleep.
Ye Xiaomeng had been feeling sleepy lately, and soon drifted off, but He Ming couldnât sleep. With their child in her belly, he found himself pondering more.
Would it be a boy or a girl?
Would the child resemble him or Xiaomeng?
He hoped for a daughter, one who would be like her mother, with a personality as positive and joyful no matter what life threw at her.
After some contemplation, he gingerly placed his large hand on her belly again. Though it was still small, he could feel nothing, yet it seemed as if he could sense a tiny heartbeat beneath his touch.
It was a truly marvelous experience.
He used to be carefree, never considering marriage, but now, here they were, expecting a child.
He willingly accepted his role as a husband and a father.
They say children are the continuation of their parentsâ lives, so they would always be bound by this connection.
âHe Mingâ¦â Ye Xiaomeng murmured his name in her sleep.
âHmm?â He Ming listened attentively, wondering what else she wanted to say.
âWill we always be together? Will anyone ever separate us?â She spoke softly, but He Ming heard her clearly. It seemed she was so insecure, even though she was fast asleep, she still fretted over such matters.
Though her eyes remained closed, and she appeared to be deep in slumber, He Ming nodded earnestly, his expression serious, âOf course, weâll always be together. No one will ever separate us.â
As long as Xiaomeng didnât change her mind, they wouldnât be separated.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
He wasnât sure what Xiaomeng was thinking, but he was more than willing to follow his heart. He loved Xiaomeng more than he loved himself.
Since they had been together, he had always felt this way, firm and unwavering, never hesitating.
The next day, Ye Xiaomeng woke up relatively early, opening her eyes to feel the warmth beside her. She was surprised, thinking it might be her imagination.
Turning her head, she saw the handsome He Ming still lying in bed, showing no intention of getting up for work.
âAwake?â
His voice sounded above her head as she saw him half-lying next to her, still dressed in his pajamas.
âYouâre not busy today? Not going to work?â Hadnât he accumulated a lot of work recently?
âTodayâs a day off,â he said.
âWhy? Itâs not because Iâm pregnant, is it? But itâs just the beginning now, there are still several months to go, are you not going to work every day?â Ye Xiaomeng looked defeated, feeling speechless.
She could tell from his expression that he wasnât going to work because she was pregnant.
Having a baby was a happy occasion, but she didnât want him to make too big a deal out of it. After all, every woman would go through this process, nothing special, and certainly shouldnât let it affect his work.
âIâm happy,â he said with a stubborn smile.