Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: Shen Xinting vs. Cen Jing

 

“Alright, let go of me now, or someone might see us,” Cen Jing said, patting Shen Xinting’s back.

 

Shen Xinting shook his head. “No. What if I let go and you disappear again?”

 

“I won’t. I promised to take responsibility for you.” Cen Jing ruffled the “big dog’s” hair and gently coaxed, “I’m really tired from the flight. Can you take me to my dorm to rest?”

 

Hearing this, Shen Xinting finally let go, but his hand remained tightly holding Cen Jing’s. His eyes stayed fixed on him, afraid he might vanish again.

 

“Which dorm are you in?” he asked.

 

“Third floor, room 312,” Cen Jing replied.

 

Shen Xinting nodded, holding his hand with one and dragging his suitcase with the other, leading him to Dormitory 6.

 

Along the way, they encountered many students from S University. Everyone gawked in disbelief when they saw President Shen holding hands with a freshman.

 

Under the gaze of the crowd, Cen Jing remained unfazed, following Shen Xinting’s side. From time to time, he tilted his head to flash a smile at him.

 

“What’s wrong?” Shen Xinting asked when he noticed him looking over.

 

“Nothing. I just realized after not seeing you for over a year that you’ve gotten much more handsome. No wonder so many people like you.”

 

Shen Xinting’s alarm bells went off. “Them liking me has nothing to do with me at all. My heart only has room for you. In my eyes, you’ve always been the most beautiful, both then and now.”

 

Cen Jing couldn’t help but laugh.

 

“You’re not supposed to call a boy ‘beautiful.’ Don’t you know that?”

 

“But you are beautiful,” Shen Xinting mumbled softly. “I think you’re gorgeous, a hundred, no, a thousand times more stunning than any celebrity.”

 

Cen Jing smiled. “That’s called ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder.’”

 

Shen Xinting disagreed. “Even before I liked you, I already thought you were good-looking.”

 

“In middle school, you must’ve spent a lot of time secretly watching me, huh?” Cen Jing tilted his head, noticing Shen Xinting’s reddening ears, the amusement in his eyes nearly overflowing.

 

“Who was secretly watching? I was openly looking!” Shen Xinting retorted confidently.

 

Cen Jing didn’t argue, gazing at him with tender eyes.

 

Shen Xinting tightened his grip on their intertwined hands, the smile on his lips growing wider and wider.

 

He brought Cen Jing to room 312, helping him set up the bed. However, instead of letting him rest there, Shen Xinting took him on his bike to the small apartment he rented off-campus.

 

As soon as they entered, Cen Jing noticed an ugly-yet-cute plushie on the cabinet. Picking it up, his face lit up with surprise. “You kept this?”

 

“Of course. It’s a gift you gave me. I’ll keep it forever,” Shen Xinting said.

 

Cen Jing smiled, poking the plushie’s red cheeks with his finger. “One day, I’ll make you another. I’m much better at this now, so it definitely won’t look this bad.”

 

“What’s bad about it?” Shen Xinting took the plushie, kissed its mouth, and said, “It’s not ugly at all. It’s adorable.”

 

A blush quickly spread across Cen Jing’s cheeks. He turned his head, pretending to be calm, and asked, “You just left like that. What about the welcome party?”

 

“If everything has to be done by me, the President, then why even have so many Vice Chairmen?” Shen Xinting nonchalantly replied, leading him to the living room. “It’s almost over anyway. It doesn’t matter if I’m not there.”

 

Cen Jing nodded.

 

Shen Xinting said, “Go take a shower and rest. There are new towels and toiletries in the bathroom cabinet, all in your favorite blue.”

 

Cen Jing was slightly stunned. “When did you prepare that?”

 

Shen Xinting replied, “The day I moved in.” After speaking, his lips were kissed by Cen Jing.

 

Cen Jing smiled. “I’m going to shower now.”

 

He ran off after teasing him, leaving Shen Xinting standing there, touching his lips and unable to snap out of it for a long time.

 

Ten minutes later, Cen Jing came out of the bathroom and was greeted by the aroma of food. Following the scent to the kitchen, he paused in his steps.

 

“When did you learn to cook?” he asked, walking over.

 

Shen Xinting replied, “Last summer. I thought about how your health isn’t great. If we’re together in the future, we can’t always rely on takeout, so I learned to cook myself.”

 

“I’m sorry,” Cen Jing said, standing on his tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I left in a hurry back then. By the time I came to my senses, I realized I had lost my phone somehow.”

 

“I don’t blame you.” Shen Xinting turned and embraced him, resting his chin on Cen Jing’s head. His voice tightened slightly. “Because I knew you’d eventually come back to me.”

 

Cen Jing hugged him tightly, resting his cheek against his chest and listening to his steady heartbeat. In this moment, he was finally sure he was truly back—it wasn’t just a dream.

 

“Shen Xinting, I missed you so much.” Cen Jing kissed his Adam’s apple, his hands wandering from Shen Xinting’s back to his chest.

 

Shen Xinting froze for a moment, allowing Cen Jing to kiss him all the way from his throat to his lips. Only then did he reach out to turn off the stove, lift Cen Jing in his arms, and head for the bedroom.

 

“You started this,” he said hoarsely as he carried him.

 

Cen Jing smiled, wrapping his arms around his neck. “Yes, I did. What are you going to do about it?”

 

“What do you think?” Shen Xinting bit Cen Jing’s soft lips, narrowing his eyes dangerously. “I’m going to handle you.”

 

“Oh really? I’m so scared, haha—”

 

“Laugh now. You won’t be laughing later.”

 

Shen Xinting felt underestimated. He pressed Cen Jing onto the bed, kissing him until he was breathless. Then he opened the drawer, pulled out an unopened box of condoms, and waved it in front of Cen Jing.

 

“Do you know what this is? I’ve been waiting for over a year, and today it’s finally going to be useful.” He tore open the packaging with his teeth and teased, “See this? We’re not stopping until we finish the whole box tonight.”

 

Cen Jing hooked his arms around his neck, kissed him, and tilted his head. “Alright.”

 

“Snap—”

 

The string in Shen Xinting’s head snapped. The next second, he kissed Cen Jing’s pale neck with overwhelming yet gentle passion.

 

“Mm—”

 

Cen Jing let out a soft gasp, his cheeks quickly turning red.

 

“Xiao Jing, does it hurt? Did I hurt you?” Shen Xinting stopped, running his fingers through Cen Jing’s hair, his face full of worry.

 

Shen Xinting, you beast! Xiao Jing is still recovering. How could he handle this?

 

He cursed himself internally.

 

Cen Jing shook his head, his face flushed. “No…mm…”

 

Before he could finish, Shen Xinting’s fiery kisses rained down again.

 

Moments later—

 

“Xiao Jing, does it hurt?”

 

Cen Jing shook his head with his eyes closed.

 

And a little while after that—

 

“Xiao Jing, am I being too rough? How do you feel?”

 

Cen Jing: “…No, it’s fine.”

 

Five minutes later—

 

“Xiao—”

 

“Shen Xingting, are you done? If you dare stop again, I’ll immediately book a plane ticket back to Country Y and never come back… Mmm…”

 

Shen Xingting tightened his embrace and kissed the unfinished words back into the other person’s mouth.

 

That night, the two of them, reunited after a long time, couldn’t hold back and did it several more times.

 

Shen Xingting wore the person out. The next day, Cen Jing’s back and waist ached, and he couldn’t get out of bed. He had breakfast in bed.

 

“I’m full,” Cen Jing pushed the spoon Shen Xingting offered and shook his head, looking exhausted.

 

Shen Xingting frowned as he saw only half a bowl of porridge eaten. “You didn’t eat enough.”

 

“I’m so tired,” Cen Jing lay back down under the blanket, covering his head, mumbling, “Don’t bother me, I need to sleep.”

 

“Alright, I’ll keep the porridge warm in the pot and you can eat when you wake up,” Shen Xingting said helplessly.

 

“Shen Xingting, phone call. Shen Xingting, phone call. Shen…”

 

Cen Jing heard the ringtone he recorded for Shen Xingting in high school, still being used, and smiled happily.

 

“Hello? Okay, something came up here, I’ll be over soon.”

 

Shen Xingting hung up and threw himself onto the bed to cuddle with his “caterpillar baby” for a while. It wasn’t until Dong Xinyu’s call came in for the third time that he got up to freshen up and get ready.

 

“I don’t want to go, I want to sleep at home with my baby.” Before leaving, he dug Cen Jing out from the blanket and, like a clingy dog, kissed him on the lips and cheeks again.

 

“Who told you to agree to go?” Cen Jing glanced at him, “You made the mess, you solve it. Don’t bother me, I’m sleeping.”

 

“Hehe, are you jealous?” Shen Xingting laughed stupidly, hugging him.

 

“No,” Cen Jing patted his “dog head,” smiling softly, “Hurry up, she’s at least a girl. If you promised, you should keep your word, don’t embarrass her in public.”

 

“Oh.” Seeing that Cen Jing really didn’t have any jealousy, Shen Xingting’s smile faded immediately.

 

He stood up and walked to the door of the bedroom, turning back to ask, “Am I really going?”

 

“Yeah,” Cen Jing didn’t even look up, waving his hand, “Be careful on the way.”

 

“Oh.” Shen Xingting’s expression was resentful. He had just consummated his marriage, and now he was being sent to another woman’s birthday party. Cen Jing, you’re so heartless.

 

“By the way.”

 

Shen Xingting’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned back around.

 

“Don’t worry, I only love you, I won’t be swayed by others!”

 

“Got it.” Cen Jing nodded dismissively, “I want a small cake. Buy me one when you come back.”

 

Shen Xingting: “…”

 

Am I less important than a small cake in your heart?!

 

So angry!

 

Fuming, he walked back to the bed, and, under Cen Jing’s surprised and puzzled expression, he leaned down and bit his neck.

 

The bite wasn’t hard, but it made Cen Jing groan softly.

 

Not wanting to bite too hard, Shen Xingting gave him a fierce kiss on the lips. “Be good, wait for me at home.”

 

Meanwhile, in a private room at Jinshang Skewer Bar, the room was packed with people.

 

“Xinyu, what time is it, is President Shen coming or not?” a friend of Dong Xinyu asked.

 

It was already 10:30, and Shen Xingting hadn’t arrived yet. Dong Xinyu couldn’t hide her embarrassment. She forced a smile and said, “Maybe something delayed him, I’ll give him another call and ask.”

 

“Sorry.”

 

Before the phone call even went through, Shen Xingting pushed the door open.

 

“Something came up at home, I’m late.”

 

“It’s fine, it’s fine, just having President Shen here is enough to make everyone happy.”

 

“Yes, yes, President Shen, please sit. The skewers just arrived, and they’re still hot.”

 

Everyone chimed in, and the person sitting to the left of Dong Xinyu thoughtfully moved their seat.

 

“President Shen, sit here, I’ll go sit over there.”

 

Shen Xingting glanced at Dong Xinyu. Remembering Cen Jing’s words, he didn’t say anything but nodded and thanked them.

 

“President Shen, anyone who comes late has to drink three shots. You know the rule, right?” someone said with a grin.

 

Shen Xingting smiled and nodded. Just as he was about to pick up the glass, Dong Xinyu grabbed it first.

 

“He doesn’t drink, I’ll drink it for him.”

 

“That won’t do, Goddess Dong, rules are rules. Even if you’re President Shen’s girlfriend, that doesn’t count.”

 

“Exactly, even if he doesn’t drink, a sip should be fine, right?”

 

“Stop joking,” Dong Xinyu’s face reddened. She shyly glanced at Shen Xingting, who didn’t refute, and defended him, “Xingting really doesn’t drink, don’t make it difficult for him.”

 

“Hey, Xingting called you, how can anyone believe you’re not involved?”

 

“Even someone as beautiful as Goddess Dong, even President Shen can’t resist, haha.”

 

“Who said I don’t drink?” Shen Xingting, amidst their teasing laughter, picked up a glass, filled it, and drank it all in one go.

 

After three shots, he finally set the glass down and laughed, “Don’t make jokes like this anymore. Dong Xinyu and I are just ordinary classmates. And if this reaches my boyfriend’s ears, I’ll have to kneel on durian when I get home.”

 

“Boyfriend?” Everyone’s gaze shifted to Dong Xinyu.

 

“Xinyu, what’s going on?” Dong Xinyu’s friend whispered.

 

Dong Xinyu didn’t know how to explain. Her face looked unpleasant, and she forced a smile, saying, “Is that so? Yesterday you were still single, how come today you suddenly have a boyfriend?”

 

Shen Xingting smiled: “We just got together yesterday.”

 

Seeing he wasn’t lying, Dong Xinyu’s friend couldn’t hold back and accused him, “If you already like someone, why were you leading Xinyu on?”

 

“Yeah, I thought President Shen had good character, didn’t expect he’s just another scumbag.”

 

“Ah, all men are the same, there’s no such thing as a man who doesn’t like women.”

 

Everyone gathered and whispered among themselves.

 

Shen Xingting couldn’t hear clearly from a distance, but he could guess from their expressions.

 

“I’ve already told Dong Xinyu that I have someone I like,” he swept a glance across the room, put away his smile, and stood up. “Thank you for everyone’s help these past few days. Today, I’m treating, so don’t be polite, order whatever you want.”

 

“Shen Xingting, where are you going?” Xue Yan, busy flirting with girls, shouted as he saw Shen Xingting standing up to leave.

 

“Something came up at home, I have to go.”

 

“Wait, I just remembered I still have a research report to write. You guys eat, I’m leaving,” he said, grabbing his bag and running out the door.

 

“Wait!” Xue Yan caught up with Shen Xingting, panting. “Why are you leaving so quickly? Are you in a hurry to go back and kneel on durians?”

 

Shen Xingting glanced at him, “What are you following me for? Aren’t you chasing after your girl?”

 

“Ah, who needs girls when there are brothers?” Xue Yan threw his arm around his neck. “Where are you going? Want to go to an internet café to play games?”

 

“No, I’m going home.”

 

“Home? You’re in such a hurry, something’s definitely wrong.” Xue Yan crossed his arms. “Don’t tell me you’re hiding a mistress behind my back?”

 

Shen Xingting laughed: “Yeah, I’m rushing home to be with my wife.”

 

Xue Yan saw his radiant smile, and the look in his eyes softened as he spoke about the woman at home, his voice cracking in shock. “What?! You’re serious?!”

 

“Shen Xingting, phone call. Shen Xingting, phone call…”

 

Shen Xingting was about to speak when Cen Jing’s call came in.

 

“Are you awake?” He picked up the phone and asked in a soft voice.

 

His voice was so smooth that Xue Yan got goosebumps.

 

—

 

Author’s note:

 

Tomorrow, this couple’s story will end.

 

There will be one or two extras about the dads, and then the entire story will be finished. Fireworks~