Rebirth: Back to before the tragedy

"You! There's really nothing I can do with you!"

Chi Morong hugged the woman tightly in his arms, his heart full of helplessness, but more of it was indescribable doting.

"I really can't eat anymore."

Jiang Yuange gave in at the right time. She blinked and spoke in a coquettish tone.

As she spoke, she reached out, took the man's big hand, and placed it on her belly.

"Touch it and see that it's swollen."

Jiang Yuange was afraid that she would be forced to eat by the man, so she puffed up her belly slightly and let him touch it.

The man's big hand was held by Jiang Yuange and gently fell on her abdomen.

He felt the soft skin and the slightly raised curve, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind. What if this was their child?

Once the idea came into my mind, it grew wildly like weeds and could not be stopped.

They wreak havoc in the heart, spreading like wildly growing poison vines that penetrate every pore.

Chi Morong placed his warm big palm on the woman's belly, and there was a tenderness in his eyes as he looked at the woman's belly that Jiang Yuange had never seen before.

This thought made his heart unusually soft. He imagined the days to come when he, she, and the child they would have together would become a family of three. Just thinking about that scene made him feel happy.

At this moment, he wanted the woman in his arms to give him a child, who would definitely love him very much.

If I had a child, she would stay with me forever.

At this moment, this idea was deeply rooted in Chi Morong's heart.

After a long time, Chi Morong raised his head and looked at the woman in his arms with gentle eyes.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. I'll ask Assistant Song to find a nutritionist for you these few days. If you eat less, you must ensure a balanced diet. Good health is the most important thing."

She is still too thin. She needs to take good care of her body so that she will suffer less when giving birth in the future.

In the early morning, the breeze is like a gentle hand, caressing you gently.

The soft sunlight was like a thread, shining on the two people who were sitting in each other's arms. They were quietly enjoying this rare and pleasant time.

At this moment, Chi Morong suddenly remembered the thick stack of scripts he saw on the table in the living room in the morning, and his good mood was instantly ruined.

Although the two hadn't seen each other for more than ten days, it didn't affect his understanding of her current situation.

Assistant Song would tell him the latest news about her every day, so he knew exactly what her recent schedule was.

She is famous now.

But he selfishly hoped to hide her and prevent anyone from discovering her beauty.

His big hands gently stroked her hair from its roots to its ends, his eyes fixed on her delicate profile, and after hesitating for a long time, he slowly asked:

"You've been so busy at work lately, do you feel tired?"

In fact, deep down in his heart, he prefers the traditional division of labor in the family, that is, men are responsible for the outside world and women are responsible for the inside world.

In this way, he can take on the responsibility of earning money to support the family, while she only needs to stay at home and take care of her husband and children.

No matter how tactful the words were, Jiang Yuange still understood the meaning behind them.

She had been curled up in his arms, weak and boneless, but when she heard these words, she instantly sat up straight.

The whole person was like a little hedgehog, looking at him with a pair of eyes full of caution.

"What do you mean?"