"Lin Qiong...Thank You."

In Fu Xingyun's arms, Lin Qiong's eyes widened like a startled rabbit. Suddenly, he sprang up, pouting with a mix of grievance and displeasure, "You... you don't want it?!"

Fu Xingyun couldn't bear to look at the report again. The thought of Lin Qiong having a tumor made his chest ache with fear and anxiety.

Gently stroking Lin Qiong's face, Fu Xingyun felt guilty for not noticing Lin Qiong's discomfort sooner, especially as Lin Qiong had been eating less recently.

"Don't worry, I'll find the best doctor," Fu Xingyun reassured.

Lin Qiong's eyes widened, and he panicked, "Why do we need a doctor?"

"To remove it."

Lin Qiong couldn't believe it and repeated, "You don't want it?!"

Fu Xingyun hesitated, "Should we keep it?"

"It's a part of me!"

Fu Xingyun: ...

He's even grown attached to the tumor.

Seeing Fu Xingyun's silence, Lin Qiong thought he didn't want the child. His eyes welled up with tears, and he looked at Fu Xingyun angrily.

Seeing Lin Qiong's eyes redden, Fu Xingyun panicked, worried and uncertain. He pulled Lin Qiong into his arms, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Lin Qiong turned his head away, refusing to look at him, feeling like Fu Xingyun had become an untrustworthy heartbreaker.

Fu Xingyun, filled with concern, was at a loss for words, unsure of how to handle the situation.

Fu Xingyun asked, "What did the doctor say?"

Lin Qiong pouted, "The doctor said it's only been a month."

Fu Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it hadn't progressed too far. "I'll postpone my work and take you to the hospital tomorrow to ask if it can be safely removed."

Lin Qiong felt a chill in his heart. "I... I don't want to go."

Seeing Lin Qiong's resistance, Fu Xingyun knew being gentle wouldn't work, so he sternly said, "No, you have to go tomorrow."

Startled, Lin Qiong looked at Fu Xingyun, "You... you..."

"You don't love me."

Fu Xingyun froze, shocked by the statement. He frowned, "What are you saying?!"

Lin Qiong wiped his face with his sleeve, "If you loved me, you'd let me keep it."

"Lin Qiong, your health is the most important thing."

Lin Qiong patted his chest, "I'm very healthy."

"You're not healthy!"

Lin Qiong shouted, "What's wrong with my health?!"

"You only ate one bowl of rice."

"..."

Great.

Fu Xingyun looked at him seriously, "We are going to the hospital tomorrow."

With Fu Xingyun's firm tone, Lin Qiong shrank back, feeling more and more aggrieved. He loved Fu Xingyun, and even though he was scared about the pregnancy, he still wanted to have a child with him.

Despite often hearing Fu Xingyun talk about having children during their intimate moments—mostly as teasing—Lin Qiong had taken it to heart. He had thought that if they ever felt ready to be parents, they could adopt a child. But now that he was actually pregnant, Fu Xingyun didn't seem to want the baby, leaving Lin Qiong feeling like he had been the only one excited about the prospect. He had even gone to a baby store today and bought a small doll.

The more Lin Qiong thought about it, the more upset he became. He started to cry silently, tears streaming down his face. He rarely cried, having shed few tears throughout his life, but ever since he met Fu Xingyun, it seemed like he had been saving all his tears for him.

Seeing Lin Qiong turn away stubbornly, Fu Xingyun rubbed his forehead. He loved Lin Qiong dearly and had always indulged his whims, but this was a serious matter concerning health, and he couldn't agree to something that might harm him. However, seeing Lin Qiong so upset, he couldn't help but pull him into a comforting embrace. As he noticed Lin Qiong's tears, his heart ached.

He gently wiped the tears from Lin Qiong's cheeks with his long fingers. "Are you feeling wronged?"

Lin Qiong nodded, his eyes and nose red. Fu Xingyun's heart softened even more at the sight of him.

Holding Lin Qiong close, Fu Xingyun kissed his cheek gently. "Lin Qiong, I'm just afraid of losing you."

Lin Qiong looked up at him, "But... but you were the one who first talked about wanting children. Now that we have the chance, you don't want it."

Fu Xingyun was taken aback, "A tumor isn't a child."

Lin Qiong was equally surprised, "It's not a tumor."

He pulled out the test results. "The ultrasound wasn't showing a tumor; it's... it's a baby."

Fu Xingyun's hands froze for a moment. He took the blood test results, reading each word carefully.

Lin Qiong, Male.

Diagnosis: Early pregnancy.

He looked down at Lin Qiong, "You're pregnant?"

Lin Qiong swallowed nervously and nodded.

Seeing the expression on Fu Xingyun's face, Lin Qiong hesitantly asked, "Do you want it?"

Fu Xingyun almost immediately said yes—if Lin Qiong could bear him a child, of course he wanted it. But he hesitated, considering Lin Qiong's feelings. Instead, he asked, "Do you want it?"

Lin Qiong blushed, his face still marked with tear stains. He glanced shyly at Fu Xingyun and whispered, "I want to have your child."

Fu Xingyun felt as if something had struck his heart. His throat tightened, and he could only manage to say, "Lin Qiong."

Fu Xingyun held Lin Qiong tightly and said, "Thank you."

Lin Qiong was surprised, patting Fu Xingyun's head and smiling, "You're quite polite."

Even though the situation was absurd, Fu Xingyun accepted everything about Lin Qiong, loving him and all his circumstances.

The next day, Fu Xingyun took Lin Qiong to the hospital for a thorough check-up.

Fu Xingyun, looking serious, asked, "Are you sure it won't harm his health?"

The doctor reassured him, "Mr. Lin is in excellent health; this is the healthiest expectant father I've seen this year."

Fu Xingyun: "How many expectant fathers have you seen this year?"

"One."

"…"

The doctor noticed Fu Xingyun's anxiety and said, "Don't worry. Both your partner and the baby are very healthy. There's no need for excessive concern or worry."

He handed Fu Xingyun a pregnancy manual, "Read this every day for a healthy body."

Fu Xingyun flipped through it and saw, "23. No sexual activity during the first three months."

Fu Xingyun: …

After leaving the hospital, Fu Xingyun walked slowly with Lin Qiong, taking each step as if they were a pair of pandas.

Seeing two kids zipping past them, Lin Qiong asked, "Aren't we walking too slowly?"

Fu Xingyun replied, "There's no speed limit here."

"…"

Seeing Fu Xingyun's serious expression, Lin Qiong playfully nudged him, "Daddy, are you happy?"

Fu Xingyun immediately stopped in his tracks.

He looked at Lin Qiong, as he stood there blushing.

Though Lin Qiong had seen Fu Xingyun blush before, he couldn't help but tease him more, "Not happy, Daddy?"

Fu Xingyun took a deep breath, glancing dangerously at Lin Qiong, then gently touched his still-flat abdomen, "Well, they are the one who saved you tonight."

Lin Qiong laughed contentedly.

After learning about Lin Qiong's pregnancy, Fu Xingyun began working from home, staying by Lin Qiong's side every day.

Lin Qiong thought that pregnancy would come with typical symptoms like nausea and loss of appetite, but after the first few months of discomfort, he experienced no more symptoms. On the other hand, Fu Xingyun frequently felt nauseous and couldn't eat.

Lin Qiong knew that Fu Xingyun's discomfort was due to his worry about him, but it made him very happy. After all, who would be upset that their partner cared so much about them?

However, the couple did have their share of small arguments during the pregnancy.

In the third month, Lin Qiong often had to get up at night due to discomfort. At first, it wasn't a big deal, but as the nights wore on, it became a nightmare for the usually lazy Lin Qiong.

Every time he got up, he would feel inexplicably irritated but didn't want to bring his frustrations to Fu Xingyun, so he kept it to himself.

Fortunately, Fu Xingyun noticed in time. One night, he found Lin Qiong sitting by the bed and held him gently.

"Feeling uncomfortable?"

Lin Qiong pouted, his frustrations spilling out, "It's all your fault."

He glanced at Fu Xingyun with a pout and said, "It's all your fault. I told you not to do it in there, but you insisted."

Fu Xingyun smiled, "It's all my fault."

Lin Qiong was annoyed, "You're still laughing. I want a divorce and to take half of your assets and run away."

"Then you'd be at a loss."

Lin Qiong: ?

Fu Xingyun said seriously, "As long as we don't divorce, my money is your money."

Lin Qiong: …

You're a dog, I'm going to fight you!!!

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By the fifth month of pregnancy, Lin Qiong's baby bump was quite noticeable. The loose-fitting clothes he wore in the early stages of pregnancy no longer fit, and although he sometimes wore Fu Xingyun's oversized clothes, he felt it was time to get more suitable ones.

Upon hearing this, Fu Xingyun said nothing and went out to buy new clothes for Lin Qiong.

When Lin Qiong saw him standing by the entrance of the living room, he asked plaintively, "Mr. Fu, could you bring back an ice cream cone for your beloved partner?"

Fu Xingyun, unable to resist Lin Qiong's pleading eyes, averted his gaze and said, "No."

He hurried out, hoping Lin Qiong wouldn't pester him further, though he felt sorry that Lin Qiong couldn't eat certain things.

When Fu Xingyun returned, he was carrying several large bags.

Lin Qiong was surprised, "Why did you buy so much?"

"I bought everything that I thought would suit you."

As they went back to the bedroom, Fu Xingyun began changing into more comfortable clothes while Lin Qiong curiously opened the bags. There were many colors, and he wasn't sure what they were.

Lin Qiong picked out one item and froze, "Fu Xingyun!"

The man turned around, "What's wrong?"

Blushing, Lin Qiong held up the dress, "What is this you bought?!"

Fu Xingyun looked at the fabric with satisfaction, "It's suitable for you to wear."

Loose and comfortable.

Lin Qiong was not satisfied with this answer and asked again, "Why did you buy this?"

Fu Xingyun replied, "Didn't you tell me to buy clothes?"

Lin Qiong widened his eyes. He had asked Fu Xingyun to buy loose-fitting clothes but hadn't specified dresses.

Before he could protest, Fu Xingyun pulled out the salary card Lin Qiong had given him earlier, "You told me to use this to buy what I like."

"..."

Lin Qiong felt speechless, realizing he was in a tough spot.

Staring at the bag full of dresses, Lin Qiong thought, A real man endures.

No matter if Fu Xingyun likes these dresses, he would absolutely refuse to wear them!

Three days later.

Lin Qiong was wearing a dress and wandering around the house.

It's actually quite nice～

A real man has a flexible and open mind.