Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Underwear or Padded Jacket

Book Chapter 659: Underwear or Padded Jacket (Update 2)

Night. Bedroom. Lin.

When Xiao Yu jolted awake from his sleep, he saw a pair of eyes as gentle and clear as a quiet spring.

His frantic heart soon calmed down…

“It’s been two days.”

Mu Qingwu clutched her younger brother tightly, her heart aching. “Really, that’s enough. Stay safely at home. Isn’t it enough that I take care of you?”

Waking from nightmares for two consecutive days, what exactly had he encountered? What had happened?

Xiao Yu smiled silently as he buried his face in that warm embrace.

It was indeed comforting, making him forget the carnage and bloodshed of his dreams.

A return to his own sanctuary!

After a long pause, he mumbled, “No way—I still want to brag to our son one day, telling him that his old man was a super hero, even more impressive than those in cartoons!”

“You really…”

Mu Qingwu pouted playfully, “I just can’t let it go!”

Her teasing was more bewitching than any breathtaking view.

“Do what you love, love what you do.”

Xiao Yu chuckled, “For instance, sis…”

Do what you love, love what you do?

That ‘do’—is it even serious?

Mu Qingwu rolled her eyes in an exasperated yet coquettish manner.

Ever since she met this stinky little brother, she’d unintentionally flown through life without even a chance to step off.

“Sis, you’re so pretty.”

Reading her expression, Xiao Yu playfully gave a gentle lick.

Though Mu Qingwu maintained a cool façade, her eyes sparkled with hidden amusement.

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A high-ranking, assertive woman loves this kind of flattery.

Of course, only Xiao Yu’s compliments had that effect…

“I think I’ve gained weight recently.”

Mu Qingwu shifted the topic.

A smart woman never meddles in a man’s world.

She knew that nothing in this world could truly harm him.

Yet, she felt a tender concern.

“Don’t go on a diet.”

Xiao Yu said earnestly, “Even Zhu Bajie wouldn’t slim down after trekking thousands of miles—mind you, he’s still a vegetarian.”

“I…”

Young Miss pouted, half angry and half laughing, and planted a playful bite on Xiao Yu’s cheek.

Xiao Yu grinned broadly, his heart light as he kissed Mu Qingwu.

In the warm, dim room…

The autumn mosquitoes were vicious—itchy, irritating, and prone to disturbing peaceful dreams.

“Smack…”

Xiao Yu swatted mosquitoes off his sister well into the night.

As a man, he believed he should cherish the woman he loved.

That was exactly why this young couple was so happy!

…

One early morning, when no one else had yet awoken, they were still up.

Xiao Yu rested his head on Mu Qingwu’s jade-like arm, cradled like a child by his sister.

The couple gazed through the bedroom window at the morning glow, watching the rising sun.

They had admired mountains of blooming spring flowers.

They had witnessed the verdant expanse of summer.

They had equally marveled at autumn’s kaleidoscope of colors.

Xiao Yu wasn’t particularly fond of winter.

In the past, winter meant his favorite excuse to linger in bed.

But he’d always end up getting a beating from Mom to get to school.

Any season that denies the joy of a good lie-in is no season at all.

Xiao Yu happily watched the morning sun.

Mu Qingwu looked at him with soft, affectionate eyes.

To others, he was seen as a heroic figure of legend.

Yet in her arms, he was just a big boy who could be a little spoiled.

He always said, “We’ll meet a kind-hearted god someday.”

Mu Qingwu knew.

There was no such soft-hearted god out there.

Only those who treat you with tenderness.

“Little brother,” Mu Qingwu whispered.

“What?” Xiao Yu snapped back to awareness.

“I’m pregnant!”

A blush spread across Mu Qingwu’s delicate face, a mix of maternal pride and love.

Xiao Yu’s eyes widened comically, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

For a full ten seconds, he forgot to breathe.

“Ho-how did you…find out?”

Coming back to himself, his face flushed bright red as his words trembled.

“Idiot!”

Mu Qingwu laughed joyfully, wrapping her silly little brother in a gentle hug as she explained, “You weren’t feeling well those few days. When I noticed your period was late, I took you to the hospital and…”

“Did Mom and Dad already know?” Xiao Yu’s words still quivered.

“Mm,” Mu Qingwu nodded.

“Am I always the last to know?” Xiao Yu pouted, wrapping his arms around his sister cautiously.

“Then should I tell you first next time?” Mu Qingwu cooed, affectionately ruffling his hair.

“Hehe!”

Xiao Yu shrank back, pressing his face against Mu Qingwu’s small belly and grinning like a lovesick fool.

He was going to be a dad again.

Would the baby be more like underwear or a padded jacket?

Xiao Yu hoped for a daughter, though a son wouldn’t be bad either.

Dad, Mom, and even Mother-in-law would surely be overjoyed.

It took a full hour for Xiao Yu’s excited heart to finally settle.

Yet he remained as happy as a little child.

“How does it feel to be a kid at heart?”

Mu Qingwu, like a caring little mom, playfully pinched her brother’s cheek.

“That term is a bit unfair, really.”

Leaving Mu Qingwu’s belly, Xiao Yu once again buried his face in her embrace. “Especially when someone you love calls you that—it fills you with warmth and makes your heart race.”

A gentle smile touched Mu Qingwu’s face, as if a winter chrysanthemum had suddenly burst into bloom.

“I used to dream of a life without worries—a stable job, a partner who loved me deeply, a dog basking in the sun, a duck gliding in a clear pond.”

Xiao Yu, nestled in his sister’s arms, squinted contentedly, “In the end, people always want a little something. They might not be happy, but they sure want to stay clear-headed.”

“Yeah?”

Mu Qingwu gave him a playful glance, a trace of curiosity in her gentle eyes, yet without any anger.

“Mm.”

Xiao Yu laughed, “My dreams were shattered by the harsh knock of reality—I ended up completely worn out!”

“Haha!” Mu Qingwu chuckled softly.

The morning sun streamed into the bedroom.

It bathed Mu Qingwu’s gentle face in its light.

Her features shone like the purest, most flawless jade in the world.

Like a smiling fairy among spring blossoms…

“But then, the dreams returned.”

Xiao Yu stopped smiling, burrowing his face back into his sister’s embrace. “This time, it’s beyond anything I ever dreamed—having parents who adore me, a sister who dotes on me, a cherished son, and now another baby on the way… it’s like a dream come true!”

The little brother grew frightened… and Mu Qingwu, torn between laughter and exasperation, held him tight.

Aren’t you worried about this dream ending?

This silly guy!

“Little one.”

Mu Qingwu, her voice soft with emotion, asked, “Afraid I’ll lose you?”

“Mm,” Xiao Yu nodded vigorously.

“Then why didn’t you speak up?”

Mu Qingwu’s voice was a little hoarse as she replied, “If you don’t speak up, how would I know?”

“Really?”

Xiao Yu looked up, his eyes blazing with warmth, “The morning sun outside is beautiful and so warm. Sis, why don’t we go out to the balcony and talk…”

Mu Qingwu: …

Was it the morning sun that reddened her face,

or did her face make the sun glow even more vividly?

The morning butterfly ultimately had its wings dampened by the dew.

Descending upon the world!.

Wen

Xue