After the shock wore off, both men simultaneously recalled the lingering intimacy of that night.
They’d done it four times. Fu Yanli was no human—he was a pile-driving machine in human form.
Afterward, Jiang Shunnian lay in bed for two days, surviving on thin, bland congee before he recovered.
But Jiang Shunnian clearly remembered they’d used protection.
With an outsider present, Jiang Shunnian felt too embarrassed to speak up. Instead, he blinked at Fu Yanli with his beautiful, lively eyes, silently asking if he knew the reason.
Fu Yanli got the message, but that didn’t stop him from being mesmerized for a full second.
Fu Yanli’s memory was sharp; every detail of that night was crystal clear. He quickly remembered that during the cleanup after the last time, he’d noticed the condom was damaged—after all, it had been thin to begin with, and the size wasn’t quite right. Jiang Shunnian’s body had felt a bit slick inside at the time.
So, it was the last round…
But he truly hadn’t known Jiang Shunnian could get pregnant.
That didn’t stop Fu Yanli from feeling a twinge of guilt, though. He instinctively averted his gaze from Jiang Shunnian’s.
Jiang Shunnian’s brows furrowed. What’s wrong with Fu Yanli? Why won’t he look me in the eye?!
Cheng Jingming read the room and felt like a third wheel. No surprise there—plenty of young couples needed time to discuss an unexpected pregnancy after the initial shock. He needed a moment to process it himself.
“I’ll step out for a smoke. You two talk it over, and call me when you’re ready.”
With that, he stood and left the room.
Jiang Shunnian immediately sat up, touching his flat abdomen. Who could’ve guessed a little life was growing inside?
My world is collapsing, Jiang Shunnian thought.
“What’s going on, Fu Yanli?” Jiang Shunnian used his full name, his voice laced with urgency.
Fu Yanli explained, “The size wasn’t right. I must not have noticed it tore, but I cleaned you up afterward. And you’re a guy—I had no way of predicting pregnancy. I’m sorry, Shunnian. It’s all my fault. Whatever compensation you want, it’s yours. And I’ll ask Cheng Jingming if the baby is safe to keep.”
Fu Yanli’s apology was sincere. He wasn’t just paying lip service; Jiang Shunnian’s health came first, above all else.
Though in the wake of his shock, Fu Yanli had felt a spark of joy. A child with Jiang Shunnian—surely adorable. It might even help him win him over.
After all, his “slowly win him over like boiling a frog” plan would take ages for Jiang Shunnian to catch on.
Jiang Shunnian was always reasonable, but his emotions had been all over the place lately. He only caught fragments of the apology before his eyes widened in anger. “You don’t want the baby? Won’t take responsibility? You scumbag!”
Fu Yanli, inexplicably accused of being a deadbeat, hurried to apologize again. “Shunnian, that’s not what I meant. Your health comes first. I love the idea of this child, but I have to make sure you’re safe.”
That soothed Jiang Shunnian a little, and the anger faded. Once more, they stared at each other.
So… should they keep the baby?
Jiang Shunnian was an orphan, abandoned at the orphanage just days after birth. He didn’t know why. He was healthy, no illnesses, and pretty good-looking, right?
But he couldn’t find his parents to ask why they’d tossed him aside. Luckily, he’d been somewhat fortunate—the people he’d met weren’t bad.
He’d never known parental love. The dean-mom was kind, but with so many kids, the affection doled out to him was scant. Later, his adoptive father turned out to be a pervert who molested him, so Jiang Shunnian swore off adoption and grew up in the orphanage.
He desperately wanted a family—blood-related, someone to rely on mutually.
No need to hesitate, really. He wanted to keep the baby.
Fu Yanli’s eyes never left Jiang Shunnian, reading his expressions. When he saw the resolve to keep the baby, joy surged through him—tempered by worry for his health.
Can a guy really carry a baby?
Fu Yanli stepped out to fetch Cheng Jingming and posed the question.
Cheng Jingming examined the ultrasound closely but hesitated. “Male pregnancy is rare—no real precedents, no papers on it. I need to assemble the OB-GYN team for a consultation. In the meantime, avoid strenuous activity. No emotional rollercoasters, or it could affect the fetus.”
Fu Yanli nodded immediately. “Got it. I’ll take good care of him.”
But Jiang Shunnian remembered something. He’d just signed onto a crew, set to start in half a month. In his condition, filming was out of the question.
Breaching his first contract could hurt the company.
Then it hit him—the culprit behind this mess was Fu Yanli. No worries there.
Fu Yanli promised to handle everything, so Jiang Shunnian could just rest easy and focus on the pregnancy.
Cheng Jingming rattled off more prenatal tips, then said sourly to Fu Yanli, “Congratulations, man. So young and already knocking someone up.”
Wife so gorgeous, and Old Fu’s no slouch either. Their power couple kid’s gonna be a stunner. Jealous.
Fu Yanli couldn’t suppress his grin. “Shunnian and the baby are in your hands. I’ll add more funding later—whatever equipment you want, buy it. All checks and gear for Shunnian? On me.”
No doctor could resist that. Cheng Jingming’s smile deepened, mirroring Fu Yanli’s. “Hey, if you insist!”
He ran some basic, non-radiation checks on Jiang Shunnian. Results: perfectly healthy, fully equipped for pregnancy.
Fu Yanli and Jiang Shunnian headed home. Dinner had gone cold, uneatable, but the fridge was stocked. Fu Yanli whipped up fresh congee and crisp, tasty greens, coaxing Jiang Shunnian to eat.
Jiang Shunnian was hungry. The pork congee was soft and savory, the veggies refreshing—no nausea at all.
It was like the baby’s way of saying hi to Dad earlier.
Watching Fu Yanli’s meticulous care steadied Jiang Shunnian’s heart. With him around, there was nothing to fear. He was so powerful, so unflappable—like he could fix anything.
So reliable. So dependable.
“This baby isn’t just mine—it’s yours too,” Jiang Shunnian tested. “We’ll raise him together?”
Music to Fu Yanli’s ears. “Naturally. I’ll take full responsibility. But Shunnian, mind if I bring over some reliable, experienced staff from the old estate? They’re pros. And can I tell my parents about the pregnancy?”
“Won’t they think I’m weird?” Jiang Shunnian had no experience with elders and tensed up.
“Not at all. Trust me—if you’re ever uncomfortable, we leave immediately.”
Jiang Shunnian hesitated; that seemed rude.
“Or they could record a video first. You watch, then decide?” Fu Yanli stroked his head. “I have a feeling they’ll adore you—like their own son.”
After all, Shunnian’s so gorgeous, so sweet and pure. Exactly what my tormented parents always wanted.
Jiang Shunnian wavered but thought parents recording first felt off. Fu Yanli stopped him.
Fu Yanli called Shen Lingyi to break the news. She froze, then exploded with joy. Grandkid incoming?!
She’d seen Jiang Shunnian’s file ages ago—her love-struck fool of a son meant Mom had to vet him.
The file broke her heart. Such a beautiful boy—how could parents abandon him? And with that background, no darkness, just healthy, upbeat resilience.
My boy’s punching above his weight.
So she jumped at the video idea, dragging Fu Shizhang to record and send it.
She also had Shen Boheng arrange caretakers ASAP—that was her daughter-in-law and grandbaby!
If not for scaring him off, she’d insist he stay at the manor—fresh air, homegrown food, pure health.
Jiang Shunnian nervously tapped play. A refined, kind-faced woman beamed gently, her voice soft. “Shunnian, so happy to meet you. I’m Fu Yanli’s mom. Sorry he got you into this pregnancy risk. I’m grateful you chose to keep it. You’re amazing, truly. If you’d have it, I’d love you as family—my child.”
Fu Shizhang looked stern but warm. “Shunnian, as thanks, I’m transferring 5% of my shares to you—for compensation. We Fus are loyal. If Yanli ever slights you, tell us—we’ll handle him. Thank you.”
No fancy words—just raw sincerity from the elders. Jiang Shunnian’s nose stung; tears welled. The parents from my dreams. Fu Yanli’s so lucky.
In person, the elders showered him with warmth, nearly convincing him to stay at the manor. Fu Yanli shot it down hard.
Reliable staff was enough; food could deliver daily. This was his chance to shine and win Jiang Shunnian’s heart.
He cited staff housing upstairs to move Jiang Shunnian downstairs—with him. Separate rooms, alas.
Fu Yanli cared for him tirelessly: cooking when free, early evenings for walks in the complex, gifts galore. Bored? Acting coach hired to hone skills.
Jiang Shunnian’s days were blissful, pampered. Fu Yanli handled everything. Unknowingly, his heart stirred.
Such a partner… not bad at all.
But Fu Yanli showed no romantic intent. Jiang Shunnian feared wishful thinking.
Time flew. His belly gained a gentle curve. Checks showed the little one thriving—calm, no fuss. Future angel baby.
One night, after fetal education for the tyke, Fu Yanli asked, “Shunnian, any name ideas for the baby?”
Jiang Shunnian, plumper now with milky, glowing skin—more stunning than ever—rubbed his belly and shook his head. “Not yet.”
He wasn’t sure. Kids usually took Dad’s surname. Though he was Dad too, Fu Yanli outshone him in status and skill—better Fu?
But Fu Yanli said, “I want him to take your name. You carried him, your bloodline. Start thinking now, Shunnian.”
Jiang Shunnian froze, staring blankly.
“Shunnian, truth is, I fell for you at first sight—from your photo. I knew you’d be my partner. But no pressure—I just hope, if you’re open to love, you consider me first. You’ve seen how I am lately, right? So… can I pursue you?”
Fu Yanli saw the shifting emotions but framed it as pursuit, not assumption. Respect. Love.
Jiang Shunnian opened his mouth—
Then the baby kicked.
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