Chi Yao’s eyelids trembled. The pleasure wash over his entire body when Fu Rong bend down to give him a blowjob. He can’t control the lewd moans that escape his lips. He had originally intended to push Fu Rong’s hand away, but instead, he grabbed Fu Rong’s hair and yanked it hard, steadying Fu Rong in giving him a head.

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I Won’t Fight You for the Child – Both the Baby and You Belong to Me…

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Fu Rong went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth, turning on the faucet and rinsing several times. It seemed as though there was still some lingering taste of Chi Yao’s cum in his mouth despite how hard he rinsed his mouth. He looked up at the mirror, staring at himself, and a smile slowly spread from his lips to his eyes.

He had expected Chi Yao to punch him, but instead, Chi Yao just looked at him calmly. Fu Rong chuckled softly. He hadn’t imagined, before coming here today, that he would leave with such an unexpected reward.

Was it because he happened to enter at the right time that Chi Yao allowed him to get close?

Fu Rong didn’t think just anyone could have been in that position. The key was, aside from him, no one else, not even Chi Yao’s friend, knew about Chi Yao’s pregnancy. This was their secret.

He rinsed his fingers under the water, used some soap to wash them clean, and wiped his hands and face dry with a towel. There was still a little something on his face, but to Fu Rong, it wasn’t dirty at all.

When Fu Rong walked out, he could barely contain the smile in his eyes.

Chi Yao was still leaning against the bed, the blanket that had been down by his knees earlier now pulled up. Hearing Fu Rong’s approaching footsteps, Chi Yao’s eyes remained fixed on the window, showing no interest in Fu Rong.

Fu Rong came up beside him, placing a hand on Chi Yao’s shoulder. Chi Yao had allowed Fu Rong to help him a little earlier, but now he didn’t need him. Chi Yao’s expression immediately changed, becoming cold and indifferent— he treated Fu Rong lke a tool that had been used and could now be discarded.

Fu Rong chuckled lightly and leaned in to plant a gentle kiss on Chi Yao’s lips, not deepening it, as he noticed Chi Yao’s eyes glaring at him with hostility. He knew that if he pushed further, Chi Yao would definitely get angry.

It’s better not to upset a pregnant man.

Fu Rong took two steps back, increasing the distance between them.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fight you for the child. The baby is yours,” Fu Rong said. But in his heart, he added, Both you and the baby are mine.

“You can leave now,” Chi Yao said with a cold, dismissive look.

Fu Rong smiled and nodded, but before leaving, he playfully ruffled Chi Yao’s hair, earning a cold glare in return.

Fu Rong had been so worried when he entered the room, but now he left with a joyful expression.

Qu Liang, who had been in the backyard, noticed Fu Rong coming down the stairs. He wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like Fu Rong’s mood had suddenly improved. Had something happened?

Fu Rong received a phone call and told the maid he had something to do and would be leaving, but that he’d come back later.

After Fu Rong left, Qu Liang came inside, and shortly afterward, Chi Yao came downstairs. He looked healthier and more refreshed than he had in recent weeks.

When Chi Yao saw that Qu Liang had arrived so early, he furrowed his brows.

Qu Liang shrugged, explaining that he had been bored at home, so he decided to come over to Chi Yao’s place early.

He asked Chi Yao if he wanted to play a mobile game together. Chi Yao settled on the sofa, with the floor heating on, but he still pulled a blanket over his belly and played the game with Qu Liang. While playing, Chi Yao thought back to what had happened about half an hour earlier. He hadn’t expected Fu Rong to do that for him. Judging by Fu Rong’s usual demeanor, he didn’t seem like the type to engage in such things, but when it came down to it, his technique was actually quite good. It left Chi Yao with a lingering sensation.

Doing it himself versus having someone else help was definitely different, especially when that someone was Fu Rong—the heartthrob admired by everyone. No one would ever believe it.

Chi Yao felt a secret thrill at the thought.

He smirked slightly, suddenly wondering if he could use Fu Rong as a tool to satisfy his desire.

But then he thought better of it. Fu Rong wasn’t the kind of tool you could just summon and discard at will. If this continued, Chi Yao feared that Fu Rong might end up consuming him entirely.

Once was enough. Chi Yao had no desire to go through it again.

Fu Rong had left, saying he would come back in the afternoon. But when everyone gathered for a barbecue in the backyard later, Fu Rong was nowhere to be seen. Chi Yao didn’t pay much attention to this. Sitting in the garden, he was served plenty of food. The aroma of the barbecue was irresistible, and Chi Yao ate quite a lot. Aunt Lin had prepared the food, and it was clean, healthy, and just as good as anything from outside.

Chi Yao ate so much that he didn’t want to stop. Aunt Lin brought him a glass of water and gently reminded him not to overeat, or he might feel uncomfortable later.

Chi Yao nodded, understanding the concern. His belly was already big, and eating too much wasn’t a good idea.

He moved to a spot farther from the grill so that he wouldn’t be tempted by the smell anymore.

His friends stayed over late into the evening, helping Aunt Lin clean up afterward.

The villa had dedicated guest rooms, and a few of them stayed overnight.

Chi Yao went to bed early, while the others stayed up chatting in the living room. Aunt Lin didn’t usually stay overnight, but with guests in the house, she decided to stay in case anything came up.

That night, Chi Yao didn’t sleep well. He dreamed of his previous life.

The dream was so vivid. He saw Fu Rong and Shen Ling visiting him in the hospital together. Shen Ling’s gaze was indifferent, but Fu Rong… Chi Yao realized in the dream that Fu Rong’s eyes had always held something different when he looked at him.

Too bad, in his past life, Chi Yao had been so consumed with hatred for Fu Rong that he never noticed.

Shen Ling left first, stepping outside, while Fu Rong stayed behind. He seemed to want to take Chi Yao’s hand and say something. At the time, Chi Yao’s belly had been huge—the baby was already dead inside him, and the tumor had turned cancerous. He was thin and fragile, like he might shatter with just the slightest touch.