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“I’ll take her out to eat, Fu Rong you…” Chi Yao looked at Fu Rong with a face that seemed to say, “You should be aware of your own situation; hurry up and go. I’ll return the child to you later.” with a cold expression.

“I won’t follow. Yuan yuan, you behave yourself and don’t cause trouble for Uncle. Your uncle will pick you up later.”

“Uncle, you should hurry and go.” Yuan yuan seemed to think that with Chi Yao around, there was no need for her uncle.

The big and small hands held each other as they got into the car. Fu Rong stood outside the car door, smiling and waving at Yuan yuan then shifted his gaze to Chi Yao.

“Thank you for your help.”

Chi Yao didn’t respond, his expression appearing cold.

But the moment Yuan yuan called out to Chi Yao, his face instantly softened.

The car drove off with Chi Yao and the child. Fu Rong watched the car as it disappeared in the distance. Suddenly, he turned back to the jewelry store and asked the salesperson to take out the two longevity locks that Chi Yao had just bought. Looking at the two longevity locks meant for babies, Fu Rong stared at them for a long while.

Chi Yao took Yuan yuan to a restaurant where Chang Feng and the others had all gathered. Everyone was waiting for Chi Yao, thinking he would come alone, but he unexpectedly brought a child—an extremely beautiful child, just like a little princess.

Chang Feng felt the child’s face was particularly familiar and soon remembered who she was, which made his gaze towards Chi Yao a bit unusual.

Chi Yao didn’t introduce the girl much, only saying she was a friend’s child, and no one pressed for details. After all, she was Chi Yao’s little princess, so they just needed to take care of her.

However, the girl was particularly clingy to Chi Yao, as if they were not meeting for the second time but had known each other for a long time.

Chi Yao had no experience taking care of children, but when it came to looking after the little girl, he surprisingly managed quite well, appearing like a loving elder.

After they finished eating, the group continued to drink, and Chi Yao took the child and left, heading to a nearby park to stroll.

Although the two had a significant age difference, their conversation flowed without hindrance. The child was quite talkative, chattering away on the way, and Chi Yao didn’t seem annoyed; he remained gentle the whole time.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, it was dark outside. Chi Yao suddenly remembered that he didn’t have Fu Rong’s phone number, but the girl had a smart watch and contacted Fu Rong through it.

Fu Rong arrived half an hour later and took the girl away. She was reluctant to leave Chi Yao and directly invited him to stay at her home, saying there were many fun things she could show Chi Yao.

Chi Yao politely declined, saying he would visit next time.

Yuan yuan was carried to the car by Fu Rong, leaning against the car window and waving goodbye to Chi Yao.

Chi Yao turned and went to his own car.

As the car drove off, Yuan yuan remained silent for a while before suddenly asking Fu Rong, “Uncle, is Uncle Chi’s baby in his belly?”

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How Long Are You Going to Hide This From Me? You, Still Have a Baby

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Yuan yuan was still young and didn’t quite understand the concept of pregnancy regarding men and women.

Fu Rong was taken aback by Yuan yuan’s question: “How could that be? He’s a man, just like your uncle. Men can’t have babies.”

“But, but Uncle’s belly is round; it feels like there’s a baby in there.” Yuan yuan said innocently. She had accidentally touched it a few times and felt it was round, as if there was a baby inside.

“It can’t be. Only women can get pregnant.”

“Maybe Uncle is a woman?” Yuan yuan looked up at him with her big eyes.

Fu Rong lifted the child onto his lap: “Uncle is a man, not a woman. That much is certain. As for why his belly is round, maybe he just wears too many clothes?”

Fu Rong knew it wasn’t just because of clothing. He remembered holding Chi Yao before, and that feeling was not from clothes.

There could only be one explanation: Chi Yao might be growing something in his belly, meaning he might be ill.

Fu Rong’s expression darkened considerably.

“Oh.” Yuan yuan was quickly convinced. After a day of playing outside, she felt sleepy in the car and soon fell asleep in Fu Rong’s arms.

Fu Rong held the child, his mood unsettled.

What illness did Chi Yao have that made his belly feel like a pregnant person’s? Why hadn’t he gone to the hospital for a check-up? Why was he still wandering around outside? What if his condition worsened?

The more Fu Rong thought about it, the more worried he became, and that night he hardly slept well.

He wanted to find Chi Yao, but suddenly there were matters to attend to, which delayed him for a few days before he found a moment of free time.

He drove straight to Chi Yao’s villa. Chi Yao was at home, listening to music in the backyard with headphones on. Fu Rong rang the doorbell, but Chi Yao didn’t hear it. The servant came over, thinking Fu Rong was a stranger, and didn’t dare to open the door rashly.

Fu Rong directly called Chi Yao, but the phone was in the living room. The servant heard the ringing and figured the visitor knew Chi Yao, so she opened the door to let him in.

Fu Rong walked toward the backyard and saw Chi Yao sitting quietly among blooming flowers, making him look more vibrant than the flowers themselves.

The scene was incredibly peaceful and tranquil, and Fu Rong hesitated to disturb him. He took out his phone and snapped a picture, keeping the flash off. When the camera captured the scene. Chi Yao turned his head.

Upon realizing Fu Rong was standing there, he thought he might be imagining things.

Fu Rong walked over and stood in front of Chi Yao.

The warmth on Chi Yao’s face gradually faded, replaced by indifference. He didn’t understand why Fu Rong had suddenly come to find him. Didn’t he not want to see him anymore? Couldn’t he just stay out of his sight?

“About your belly…” Fu Rong opened his mouth to speak.

Chi Yao reflexively put his hand on his belly, his tone immediately unfriendly: “What about it?”

“What illness do you have?”

Chi Yao paused for two seconds, then sighed with relief: “It’s nothing serious.”

“Nothing serious? It looks so round; how could it be nothing?”

“If there’s an illness, you should go to the hospital and get it checked out. Don’t take it lightly.”