Pregnant With The Pup Of A Wealthy Old Man - Chapter 22

In room 808, Shen Yunxing leaned against the bathroom door, his face flushing as he listened to the sound of rushing water.

Mr. Fu, who was drunk, showed no signs of intoxication other than being slightly slower in his reactions. He didn’t need Shen Yunxing’s assistance or care, a complete contrast to the man from a few months ago. If Shen Yunxing hadn’t seen the man’s face with his own eyes afterward, he would have thought he mistook him for someone else.

“Yunxing?”

Lost in thought, Shen Yunxing was startled by the voice from the bathroom.

“I’m here!” He snapped out of his daze, shaking off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind and said, blushing, “I just called, and they said the maid responsible for cleaning forgot to leave the bath towels. They’re sending someone over right away.”

Without bath towels, wouldn’t Mr. Fu be… exposed?

The thought made Shen Yunxing’s face turn even redder. He gulped down a glass of water to calm himself.

After a while, the bath towels were delivered. Shen Yunxing stood outside the bathroom, holding the towel between two fingers and handed it to the man. His gaze remained fixed on the direction of the living room the whole time, too nervous to look up.

Two minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

Shen Yunxing was startled and quickly turned around, hurrying back to the living room and sitting down.

After the shower, Mr. Fu seemed much more sober. He came out of the bathroom drying his hair, scanning the room before settling his gaze on the sofa in the living room.

A young boy sat on the sofa with a SpongeBob SquarePants blanket on his lap, watching a movie. His face was flushed with excitement, lips tightly pressed together.

“What are you watching?” He sat next to the boy, curious.

Perhaps due to just having a shower, the man’s voice was huskier and sexier than usual.

Shen Yunxing blushed at the sound and tightly gripped the blanket, pretending to be engrossed in the movie. “Mr. Fu, please don’t disturb. We’re about to reach the climax.”

The latter chuckled at his reaction. Despite seeing through the boy’s act, he nodded in agreement and quietly watched the movie with him.

The movie was randomly chosen by Shen Yunxing. Where did this climax come from?

Shen Yunxing felt extremely guilty, fearing that the man would catch him peeping, but after waiting and waiting, the man didn’t say anything. When he dared to sneak a glance, he found Mr. Fu actually watching the movie, which stunned him.

Did Mr. Fu not notice him trying to peep at him taking a shower?

No, he didn’t peep, at most it was an unsuccessful attempt.

Thinking about it, he glanced sideways at the man again, who was focused on the movie, leaving him a serious profile.

Was this movie really that good?

He was puzzled but turned his head to focus on the movie as well.

Thirty minutes later —

“Don’t cry, the protagonist didn’t die in the end.” Mr. Fu handed the boy a tissue, watching him with a mixture of amusement and pity as tears welled up in his eyes.

“I don’t want to cry either, but I can’t help it.” Shen Yunxing said with a sob, “Both parents are dead, younger sister was killed, the wife he loved for ten years ran away with his brother, and the child isn’t even his. Finally, when he found the murderer who killed his sister, the female lead ruined everything. Mr. Fu, Ye Cong is too pitiful.”

“Yeah, stop crying, it’ll only make you feel worse.” Mr. Fu nodded, comforting him.

Shen Yunxing didn’t think the movie was any good. On the contrary, it was garbage, melodramatic and illogical. But now he found himself unusually sentimental, even feeling sad seeing a child fall down on the street and wanting to cry.

He rubbed his stomach, complaining to the baby inside for a minute, fearing the baby might not like him anymore.

“It’s getting late. I’ve prepared a glass of milk for you. Drink it and go to bed.” Mr. Fu said.

Shen Yunxing nodded, obediently finishing the milk. As the man held his wrist and led him to the bed, he suddenly remembered that there was only one bed in the room. Mr. Fu was almost six feet tall, and the sofa definitely couldn’t accommodate him. And with him carrying the baby, Mr. Fu would definitely not let him sleep on the sofa.

So, he had to share the bed with Mr. Fu…

The thought made Shen Yunxing’s cheeks slowly turn red. He climbed onto the bed stiffly, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He blinked at the man for a moment, feeling the heat rising on his face.

“Goodnight, Mr. Fu,” he said, feeling a bit flustered, and closed his eyes.

“Goodnight.”

Shen Yunxing’s heart was pounding hard. Although he said goodnight, he couldn’t feel sleepy at all. Listening to the gradually fading footsteps of the man, he couldn’t help but start to overthink.

Why wasn’t Mr. Fu sleeping at this late hour?

Was it because he didn’t want to share the bed with him?

Did Mr. Fu dislike him?

Lost in his thoughts, suddenly the space on his left sank, and the warm and familiar palm of the man touched his abdomen, gently caressing.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet? Is the baby bothering you again?”

Shen Yunxing shook his head, unable to speak, his cheeks blushing.

This was the first time he lay in bed with Mr. Fu in a conscious and sober state. There was a stark height difference between them, with Mr. Fu being much taller and having a well-built physique due to regular exercise. With both of them lying together, it accentuated his petite figure. And the way Mr. Fu stretched his arm to touch his belly looked like he was holding him in his arms.

Thump, thump—

His heart was beating incredibly fast, as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

Shen Yunxing buried his face in the blanket, unable to resist wanting more of the man’s touch.

Sensing something was wrong, Fu Tingzhou raised his hand and touched the boy’s cheek, feeling the unusually high temperature.

“Why are you so hot?” He frowned, about to get up and call Liu Huaijin, who was sleeping next door, but was stopped by the boy tugging at his clothes.

“Mr. Fu, I’m fine.” Not wanting the man to see his current state, he turned around and buried his head in the man’s chest, only showing a red ear tip.

Fu Tingzhou held the boy tightly in his arms, his brows furrowed tightly.

The boy was already fragile in constitution, and now that he was carrying a baby, he had to be extra careful. He didn’t want anything to happen to either the boy or the baby.

“Huaijin is in the next room. I’ll call him over to check on you.” He hugged the boy, his tone very gentle, but his words carried a hint of insistence that brooked no refusal.

Shen Yunxing knew he was fine, but to reassure the man, he reluctantly agreed.

Ten minutes later, Liu Huaijin appeared in the room, yawning. He glanced at the two of them, and seeing that they were both fully clothed, he moved his fingers that were blocking his eyes.

“So, what’s the matter? Where does it feel uncomfortable?” He leaned against the door and asked.

Shen Yunxing hesitated to speak. He had to turn to look at Fu Tingzhou and listen to his “symptoms” from the novel, squinting with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“There’s nothing wrong. It’s just that the sexual desire during pregnancy is enhanced, so there’s no need to hold back. As long as you don’t go all the way, it’s fine.”

Shen Yunxing was dumbfounded after hearing his friend’s words. He didn’t expect Liu Huaijin to be so straightforward. Most importantly, the situation wasn’t as Liu Huaijin described at all. He was just a bit embarrassed to share a bed with Mr. Fu, so how did it become enhanced sexual desire?!

After hearing his friend’s words, Fu Tingzhou was also taken aback, but he quickly returned to normal.

Liu Huaijin enjoyed the spectacle and gave them some advice, reminding them not to engage in sexual activities for three months. After successfully seeing his childhood friend turn black with embarrassment, he quickly made his exit.

“You guys continue. I’ll go back to sleep!”

Author’s Note:

Feeling anxious, constantly writing and deleting, never satisfied.