He often fantasized about his future: on a sunny afternoon, sitting in front of the computer writing, with Yan Muqi working at the desk. Perhaps their child would be playing the piano, or mischievously running around nearby. Occasionally, he would glance back and see the sunlight shining on Yan Muqi's face, casting a beautiful shadow. Yan Muqi would also look back at him, and they would share a smile, sparking sudden inspiration within him.

Yan Muqi is handsome, with a tall and straight nose, delicate eyebrows and eyes. Many times, Wen Jingcheng feels that Yan Muqi is even more good-looking and charming than those big-name celebrities in his company.

But whenever he thought about the scandalous rumors that he and their company's minor celebrity had been involved in, Wen Jingcheng couldn't stand Yan Muqi one bit.

Although he knew it wasn't true, since Mu Chu left, Yan Muqi, besides going home to solve his physical needs and rolling in bed with him, would not sleep with anyone else.

However, those photos are not fake, he did kiss the ones he should kiss and even the ones he shouldn't.

Wen Jingcheng couldn't help but wish that the person in front of him would never be able to perform in front of others again, preferably spreading rumors about his sexual impotence.

However, he always managed to make Wen Jingcheng cry and plead for mercy in bed. Feeling the shame in his thoughts, Wen Jingcheng's face turned completely red, and he buried his entire face into the blanket.

This sudden movement startled Yan Muqi, who was not sleeping deeply to begin with. Seeing the person on the bed curled up with suspicious red ears, he thought that Wen Jingcheng was starting to feel unwell. He quickly pulled back the covers and touched Wen Jingcheng's forehead with his hand, feeling relieved after sensing a normal temperature.

If this person really causes any trouble, the old ancestor at home would surely make him pay!

Because of Yan Mu Qi's gentle care towards him, Wen Jing Cheng's face turned even redder.

After being discharged from the hospital, Wen Jingcheng was forcefully pressed onto the bed by his mother Yan and Yan Muqi, and compelled to rest for several days. He felt as though his entire body was falling apart and even the joints of his bones were bustling with clamor.

Yan Muqi didn't allow him to be glued to the computer every moment. It took some effort for Wen Jingcheng to beg for three hours of writing time each day. Shi Hao's urging for his writing became increasingly urgent day by day, but Yan Muqi completely disregarded Wen Jingcheng's feelings about being pressured to write. Seeing that three squares on the clock have passed, he walked into the room and took away the notebook from Wen Jingcheng's hand.

He raised his hand and pointed to the hanging clock, indicating that Wen Jingcheng should go. Wen Jingcheng could only let Yan Muqi talk about how he hadn't finished writing his draft and save it before closing his notebook. Wen Jingcheng pouted discontentedly and muttered something under his breath.

Yan Muxi seemed to have heard it. Stingy, and her own name. With a smile, she put the notebook aside. Sitting beside Wen Jingcheng, she watched as his pouting lips were no longer as pale due to the rest and conditioning of the past few days. Suddenly, she had the urge to give him a kiss.

"The doctor said that your nutrition was not keeping up before, and your body was too weak. You must rest well in order to nurture your body back to health. It's not good to always be in front of the computer. Computers emit a lot of radiation, which is not good for you or the child..."

Yan Muqi suddenly became like an old nagging woman, mumbling incessantly.

Wen Jingcheng lightly hummed, "He's still just a small sprout the size of a rice grain now. It's not as serious as you make it out to be!"

After listening to Wen Jingcheng's words, Yan Muqi couldn't help but suppress a smile. He looked at the person in front of him, furrowed his delicate eyebrows, as if he still wanted to say something.

Yan Muqi leaned over and pressed the person between his arms and the headboard, silencing Wen Jingcheng's attempt to speak.

It is softer and more elastic than imagined.

Wen Jingcheng opened his eyes wide, not knowing how to react. Yan Muqi had never kissed him before, not even during lovemaking. Yan Muqi never wanted to kiss him, he knew what he was concerned about.

He never brings it up, nor does he wait to be rejected by putting himself forward.

This sudden and unexpected kiss caught Wen Jingcheng off guard, making him look like a startled rabbit as he stared at the handsome face so close to him.