pdf-ebookys Chapter 187 Mrs. Fu, please give me a chance.
Chapter 187 Mrs. Fu, please give me a chance.
Leng Yushan and Leng Fangyi looked at the fetal heart monitor for a while, then the father and son looked at each other in tacit understanding, having reached the same conclusion.
Leng Yushan replied, "It's Braxton Hicks contractions."
Leng Shide nodded, "I feel the pulse and it doesn't seem like a sign of impending labor."
An Xiaoyue was stunned.
False labor contractions are not a sign that you are actually going into labor.
I felt a mix of tension and relief.
She was secretly pleased; having the baby later was a good thing.
Things happened so suddenly that neither she nor Fu Shengyang knew what to do.
Fu Shengyang also realized what was happening, his furrowed brows relaxed, and he looked at the others uncertainly.
"You mean, you don't want to give birth now?"
All four of them could hear the joy in his tone, and Leng Yushan punched him in the chest without hesitation.
"What are you thinking, kid? You're going to have a baby sooner or later."
Fu Shengyang hurriedly explained, "That's not what I meant. I was just worried that I wasn't prepared well and that I would be very anxious if I were lucky enough to be born. After going through this once, I'll have experience when it's my turn to give birth, and I'll definitely be able to take good care of Xiaoyue."
To Fang Mei, these words sounded like Fu Shengyang's helplessness, panic, and fear.
Her eyes showed heartache.
The two young people had no elders to rely on or guide them.
No matter how old Sheng Yang gets or how successful his business becomes, he's still a first-time father.
Fang Mei was incredibly soft-hearted. She patted Fu Shengyang's arm and said, "It's alright. I'll stay at Fu Garden with you during this time."
Leng Shide felt that his eldest daughter-in-law made sense, and for Xiaoyue's sake, he made up his mind.
“Your Fu Garden is big, so we’ve been staying there for a while.”
He felt sorry for the two young people as they went through all that trouble.
Fu Shengyang was more than happy to oblige, and immediately said that he would have Uncle Fu prepare a courtyard for them to live in the next day.
After the doctor diagnosed it as Braxton Hicks contractions, An Xiaoyue and Fu Shengyang went home.
Amidst the chaos of war, as dawn broke, An Xiaoyue finally lay back down on her bed at the Waterside Residence.
Fu Shengyang was still shaken and his mind was a complete blank. He just lay on his back on the bed with a vacant look in his eyes.
Clearly, he hadn't yet recovered from the panic he'd just experienced.
An Xiaoyue knew that he needed some time to recover after his emotional ups and downs.
She lay on her side facing Fu Shengyang, holding his arm with both hands, without saying a word.
Fu Shengyang turned his head and stared at her for a long time. The two looked at each other and remained silent.
The room gradually became clear, and Fu Shengyang's slightly cool hand touched her face.
His voice was slightly hoarse. "I think I was a little too flustered."
An Xiaoyue smiled, her eyes revealing a rare emotion—seven parts tenderness and three parts pity.
"Why stay calm? Luckily, your child is born. You are a father now. Facing life, responsibility, and the unknown future, all emotions are feelings in the present moment, and there is no good or bad distinction between them."
"But you remained calm."
Fu Shengyang meant that he was a husband, a man, and a father, and he should be more mature than her.
An Xiaoyue was displeased, and her voice became serious, "Who says men have to be calm and composed? Besides, we are practically..."
She paused for a moment, thought it over, and then uttered a very insightful sentence.
"We have a deep revolutionary friendship, and we can express any emotion in front of each other without caring what the other person thinks."
“A deep revolutionary friendship?” Fu Shengyang lifted her pretty chin, frowning as he corrected her, “Our relationship isn’t like that. We are husband and wife, an inseparable couple.”
Yes, that's what she was thinking just now.
But she couldn't say it.
“In that case, you don’t need to care whether you were calmer than me today,” An Xiaoyue said, going along with his words.
After listening, Fu Shengyang unexpectedly kissed him.
He kissed her very lightly and gently.
In Fei Ze's lingering kiss, there was his unspoken confession, containing all the emotions he could not express in words.
After a long while, Fu Shengyang released her.
The man's dark eyes were filled with deep affection. "I care a lot about how I am perceived by you."
I hope that in your eyes and in your heart, I am a perfect person.
"Loving you makes me cautious."
"Loving you has also made me afraid of losing you."
"Xiaoyue, I love you, do you know that?"
Boom~boom~
Fu Shengyang's continuous confessions bombarded An Xiaoyue's mind like fireworks exploding, the sound deafening.
It's one thing for her to feel Fu Shengyang's affection, but hearing him say it with her own ears is another.
At this moment, Fu Shengyang's gaze was burning brightly, like a blazing bonfire.
He waited patiently for her answer.
She stuck out her tongue to moisten her dry lips. "I can feel it."
So, do you feel the same way about me?
Instead of answering, An Xiaoyue asked, "What do you think?"
Fu Shengyang kissed her lips, his deep, magnetic voice coaxing, "I want to hear you say it."
this......
An Xiaoyue lowered her eyes.
She hesitated.
The light in Fu Shengyang's eyes dimmed instantly.
His voice returned to its usual calm, "It's almost dawn, go to sleep."
He was angry.
No, she didn't want him to be angry.
An Xiaoyue instinctively grabbed his hand, preventing him from turning over to sleep.
"I don't know if this counts as love; I have no experience." This was why she didn't answer immediately; she spoke very quickly.
"When I live with you, I feel that time flies by. Sometimes, I also feel nervous because you are so close to me."
“Every time you kiss me, I worry about whether my breath smells bad, whether my nose hairs will disgust you, and I even brush my teeth twice at night because I'm looking forward to your kiss.”
"And every time you shower with me, even though you know you're pregnant, you still want to have further contact with me because of your touch."
“Every time you ask me for help, I do it willingly, and I even feel a little proud because I can do it for you.”
These words were shameful, but he wanted Fu Shengyang to know how she felt.
Just because Fu Shengyang said he wanted to hear her speak, he told her everything.
“I’ve also had the greedy fantasy that I want to stay by your side forever, not just as your lucky birth mother, but as your wife, as Mrs. Fu.”
“I never dared to bring all of this to light because I was afraid that I was just imagining things. Our marriage was for the sake of the children, it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, and it was based on an agreement.”
An Xiaoyue's watery eyes sparkled, and her eager words captivated Fu Shengyang.
His relaxed expression radiated happiness.
When the passion was at its peak, his kiss was about to fall again.
An Xiaoyue, however, stuck her index finger against his lips and said, "Don't kiss me, talk."
If she won't let you kiss her lips, then kiss her fingers.
The unusual sensation on her fingertips prompted her to withdraw her hand.
Fu Shengyang quickly took her hand in his palm. "Mrs. Fu, it was all my fault before. I will make up for my mistakes for all eternity. Please give me a chance, Mrs. Fu."
Somewhere in my heart, happiness ripples outward like waves on a lake.
An Xiaoyue reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I do."
Then she imitated the way he kissed her, gradually taking over his territory.
He was overjoyed and let his beloved woman do whatever she wanted.
An Xiaoyue had had her fill of commotion. She placed her hand on a certain spot, her eyes filled with seductive allure, and smiled gently.
He breathed heavily, pressing his nose against hers as a warning, "An Xiaoyue, you'll have your day after you finish your postpartum confinement."
"I'm not afraid."
An Xiaoyue gently slid her hand across the screen, and Fu Shengyang's eyes changed instantly. A jolt of electricity shot through his body, and the man let out a muffled sigh of pleasure.
Just as An Xiaoyue was feeling smug, her lips suffered another blow.
Fu Shengyang's kiss was urgent and heavy; he knew her weaknesses just as well.
The kisses traveled from his lips to his earlobe, then glided down his neck...
In no time at all, An Xiaoyue was whimpering and hiding everywhere.
Fu Shengyang didn't give her a chance, kissing her until she was limp in his arms and unable to do anything bad before he stopped.