This time, Qing Muye didn't ask Meng Jingwei for her consent; he simply informed her.
Meng Jingwei naturally lost the right to object.
Her bright eyes were filled with complexity and depth. She looked at Qing Muye meaningfully, then lowered her eyelids.
Qing Muye took in her facial expression and continued to blow on the porridge for her. He then said, "Awei, don't blame me for not discussing things with you. It's because you... you're hiding something from me."
Although he didn't explicitly state what she was hiding, Meng Jingwei knew exactly what he meant.
When Qing Muye returned home yesterday afternoon, his expression had been off. He had been trying to pry information out of her, but she hadn't told him about her pregnancy, and he hadn't pressed further.
The so-called hiding was precisely because she hadn't told him about her pregnancy.
"But for something as significant as getting the marriage certificate, you should have discussed it with me."
"Discuss it with you, only for you to find an excuse to refuse?"
The man's tone was gentle, making it difficult to tell if he was angry.
He didn't stop what he was doing, continuing to hold the spoon and feed Meng Jingwei the porridge.
"I..."
Meng Jingwei was speechless.
"See, you don't even know how to explain it yourself." He chuckled helplessly. "Open your mouth."
She obediently opened her mouth to drink the porridge, tasting like chewed wax.
"It's not that I don't know how to explain, it's that I haven't decided if I want to get married yet."
"You're carrying twins. Don't you want to keep them?"
Meng Jingwei's first concern upon waking was the condition of her unborn children, which showed she cared for them and would keep them.
Qing Muye knew Meng Jingwei's thoughts, he was merely asking casually.
"I... I'm still so young. Even if I lose them, I can still get pregnant later."
She said it against her better judgment.
"Yes. If you lose these children, you can indeed get pregnant again in the future. But will you have these two little ones again?"
His expression became serious, a flicker of anger in his obsidian-like eyes.
With such a sharp gaze, Meng Jingwei dared not meet his eyes. Feeling guilty, she lowered her head to look at the bedding, lost in thought.
She saw the kindness Qing Muye showed her, but this immense affection weighed on her, creating psychological pressure.
*Clink.*
Qing Muye placed the bowl on the table and sat up straight. "There are some things we need to discuss properly."
His sudden seriousness made the atmosphere in the ward grow heavy.
Meng Jingwei leaned against the headboard, tilted her head to look out the window, and listened quietly.
"I know a little about the Hidden Clan, and I understand your concerns clearly. No matter what dangers we face in the future, I will be by your side, weathering all storms together."
"Awei, you should know me. Once I've set my mind on something, I never turn back."
"Moreover, I am the father of the child in your belly, you are my wife, we are a family."
As he spoke, he reached out and held Meng Jingwei's hand, his fingertips caressing hers as if to comfort her. "Trust me this once, okay?"
The 'trust' Qing Muye spoke of referred to his personal capabilities and strength, wanting Meng Jingwei to believe he could face the difficulties and dangers of returning to the Hidden Clan with her.
Her slightly cool small hand was enfolded in his warm palm. Meng Jingwei seemed to feel strength from the warmth he conveyed.
A persistent, confident strength.
Her rock-solid heart began to waver slightly.
Meng Jingwei slowly raised her eyes, meeting Qing Muye's resolute gaze, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
She voiced the question in her heart.
Unexpectedly, the man curved his lips into a smile, his stern face instantly exuding a spring-like warmth and approachability.
"As a human, who isn't afraid of death? I'm afraid of dying, wouldn't you be afraid too?"
As a person with flesh and blood, no one is indifferent to death.
Qing Muye did not pretend in front of Meng Jingwei, nor did he deign to do so.
His down-to-earth words seemed to touch Meng Jingwei's soft spot, moving her even more.
"I'm afraid of dying, but that's my fate. But you're different, you could completely avoid this..."
She slowly shook her head, her eyes filled with affection fixed on him, an undeniable love hidden in the depths of her pupils.
"Us coming together is fate, and it was destined by heaven."