The irrelevant mini theatre side story:

When Jing Li was eight months pregnant, despite her petite frame, her belly appeared larger than usual, leading others to mistakenly believe she was carrying twins. Jing Ran, feeling anxious, almost halted his work to accompany Jing Li during childbirth.

One morning, Jing Ran woke up to find his body unusually heavy, and beside him slept a man who looked exactly like him.

Jing Ran sat up, feeling something pressing against his belly. With difficulty, he noticed he was wearing pink pig-patterned pajamas, and his belly was as large as Jing Li’s during pregnancy.

The “Jing Ran” next to him woke up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, yawned, and touched his own belly.

Flat?

Why was his belly flat?

Where was Jing Xiaokang?

“Jing Ran” sat up in alarm, shouting, “Husband, Jing Xiaokang is missing!”

“Jing Ran” glanced at “Jing Li,” and “Jing Li” looked back at “Jing Ran.”

It took Jing Ran and Jing Li some time to figure out that their souls had swapped.

Jing Ran found it hard to believe and pinched “Jing Ran’s” face firmly.

With Jing Ran’s face, Jing Li, feeling wronged, said, “Honey, it hurts, why are you pinching me?”

Jing Ran explained, “There’s a baby in this body, and I don’t dare to pinch it…”

Jing Li: “…” So, you’re willing to let me suffer?

Jing Ran confirmed the reality of the situation and panicked, “Wife, what do we do? What do we do?” His soul had swapped into Jing Li’s body, and there was a baby inside Jing Li’s belly. He was terrified.

Jing Li said calmly, “Honey, it’s okay. At most, you’ll have to give birth for me.”

Jing Ran, looking almost ready to cry, said, “Wife, I’m afraid of pain…”

Oh, right, Jing Ran was afraid of doctors, afraid of injections, a timid guy who feared physical pain.

Jing Li reassured him, “Honey, it’s okay. The doctor said Jing Xiaokang is larger than the average fetus, and we have to opt for a painless cesarean section. It won’t hurt…”

Jing Ran: “…”

Getting cut with a knife hurts too!

Jing Ran’s soul was in Jing Li’s body. Jing Li’s body was petite but carrying a big baby, looking somewhat eerie. Jing Ran often had to support her when walking to feel at ease.

Although Jing Li said it was nothing, teasing him for being overly alarmed.

Now he was in Jing Li’s body, with a big belly, and he didn’t dare to move.

“Wife, I want some water!”

“Honey, I want to read!”

“Honey, Jing Xiaokang kicked me!”

“Honey, my calf is cramping!”

“Honey, I need to pee, quickly get the bedpan…”

…

Jing Li pushed up the golden wire-rimmed glasses on her nose and looked coldly at the little guy lying on the bed, saying indifferently, “When I was pregnant, there wasn’t as much drama as you.”

Jing Ran, holding his belly, exclaimed, “Wife, my stomach hurts… Ah… my pants are wet… is it time to give birth?”

*

“Ah!” Jing Ran woke up.

Feeling something damp on his body, there was an object on his stomach. He instinctively reached for his glasses on the bedside table and put them on.

Two-year-old Jing Xiaokang drooled as he lay on his stomach, biting the flesh on Jing Ran’s belly and even wetting it with urine.

Jing Ran was at a loss: “Wife, Jing Xiaokang is bullying me!”