Her emotions were all over the place—excited and curious, yet a little distressed. If she really were pregnant, how could she still participate in this year’s Paganini Competition?

Just ten minutes later, Mu Wan arrived at a nearby hospital for a checkup.

The result? Not pregnant.

The doctor, however, took the opportunity to lecture them. “Stayed up late last night, didn’t you? People often say staying up hurts your liver, but it also damages your stomach.”

“You young folks really shouldn’t take your health for granted. Work, games—put them aside once in a while…”

Recalling the “reason” they had stayed up, both Mu Wan and Kuang Ye lowered their heads in embarrassment.

When they left the hospital, Mu Wan pounced on Kuang Ye and pinched him angrily. “This is all your fault! Such a huge misunderstanding—I really thought…”

Kuang Ye let her vent, waiting until she calmed down before leaning close to her ear. “You really thought you were pregnant too, huh? I was so confused—how could any sperm have been so strong as to break through all our defenses?”

Mu Wan immediately covered his mouth. “Do you have no sense of shame?”

Kuang Ye caught her hand and kissed her palm. “We’re legally married, legally in love, and legally allowed to have kids.”

Mu Wan pinched his lips with her fingers. “Legally shut up, or your wife will legally beat you.”

Kuang Ye’s eyes lit up, as though he were about to sprout a tail wagging in excitement. Pulling her close, he teased in a low voice, “Hitting means love, scolding means affection. A wife teasing her husband isn’t domestic violence.”

Mu Wan blushed furiously, worried about the people walking by. She quickly headed toward the parking lot with Kuang Ye following behind, shamelessly calling out “Wife!” all the way.

“Ah! Isn’t that Wan wan and Ye Shen?”

A sudden exclamation caused Mu Wan to pause. Turning, she saw a teenage girl with a schoolbag.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in school?” Mu Wan asked curiously. Did she really have fans this young?

The girl hesitated. “Um… I am, but I’m late. I was just running there.”

Mu Wan sighed. Kuang Ye, understanding her look, went to get the car keys. “Have you had breakfast yet?” Mu Wan asked.

The girl shook her head. Mu Wan bought her two buns and a soy milk from a nearby shop. When Kuang Ye drove the car over, he asked, “Which school? We’ll drop you off.”

The girl sat in the back seat of the BYD, clutching her breakfast, and suddenly screamed, “Ahhh! It’s the Jian Jia CP! They’re talking to me!”

“Wan wan bought me breakfast, and I’m in the car with Ye Shen driving. Is this a dream?”

Mu Wan was startled by her shriek, but then she laughed. “It’s not a dream. We just happened to run into you. Now eat your breakfast before you go hungry all morning.”

The girl looked at the buns, gulped, and shook her head. “No, I’m going to frame these buns.”

Kuang Ye raised an eyebrow. “Those are meat buns. Be careful, or they’ll rot.”

The girl’s face froze. “Rot?!”

“Yeah. So you’d better eat them. If you want a keepsake…” He rummaged around and pulled out a packet of tissues. “Take this instead—it’s useful for writing, drawing, or wiping your nose. Way better than buns.”

The girl accepted the tissues, nodding solemnly. “Thank you, Ye Shen. You’re so thoughtful for your fans!”

Kuang Ye: “…” This kid must not have slept well last night.

After dropping her off at school, the girl waved energetically. “Goddess, I saw the news about you recently—I was so worried!”

“I’m learning the guzheng now. When I master it, I’ll join your company and help you make money!”

Touched by her ambition, Mu Wan smiled. “Alright!” By the time this girl grew up, her company’s folk music ensemble would likely be well-established.

Watching the cheerful girl hop toward her school, Mu Wan turned to Kuang Ye, exasperated. “Meat buns rotting? How could you say that while she was eating?”

Kuang Ye defended himself. “If I hadn’t, she might’ve framed them for real, and when they grew moldy, it could’ve turned into a biohazard. Then the headlines would read, ‘Jian Jia CP poisons middle schooler.’”

Mu Wan: “…”

Remembering the girl’s earlier words, Mu Wan logged into her Weibo account. The last post she’d made was an announcement about her orchestra’s performance. The comments were full of concerned messages from fans.

[It’s been 20 days, and still no updates from Wan wan. Did something really happen?]
[Ye Shen’s team says he’s fine, but I’m still worried.]
[So anxious!]

Mu Wan felt a twinge of guilt. She’d responded to her friends’ messages but had forgotten about the fans who cared so much for her.

Logging into Weibo, she quickly typed:
“I’m doing fine. Thank you for your concern.”

Before posting, she noticed the option to send fans a red packet. Inspired, she added 100,000 yuan—but the system capped it at 10,000 per packet.

“Fine, then. Ten packets!” She clicked send.