Qing Muye got up and sat on the bedside, putting his arm around Meng Jingwei's shoulders and letting her lean against him.
He then said, "All you need to do is stand behind me and let me protect you. Of course, my Ah Wei is so smart, we can also plan together and advance and retreat together."
His fingers toyed with a strand of Meng Jingwei's hair that fell on her shoulder, twirling it around his fingertips. "Anthony will be coming to Lancheng in a few days, and it's highly likely to be another bloody storm. If Ah Wei is scared, you can choose to escape."
"Although I really hope you'll be my strategist, if you choose to escape, I will understand."
Qing Muye's reverse psychology was an attempt to give Meng Jingwei a chance to make a new choice.
"Of course, I won't escape!"
Meng Jingwei, who was leaning on his shoulder, suddenly sat up straight and looked at him, tilting her head. "You're the father of my child. How can I back down at a time like this? Wouldn't that make me..."
Mid-sentence, Meng Jingwei suddenly thought of something and froze, her lips pursed in silence.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
Qing Muye gently caressed her cheek, unable to suppress a smile. "When I face difficulties, you never abandon me. Do you think I would let your affairs go unattended?"
"But..."
Meng Jingwei wanted to say something more, but Qing Muye shook his head slightly, signaling her to stop.
"Ah Wei, you should know my personality. Once I've made a decision, I will never retreat."
He raised his hand and tapped his long index finger on her collarbone. "You belong to me, Qing Muye. If I can't even protect you, the rest of my life... will be a mere struggle for survival."
That was true. He was someone who lived high above, accustomed to being in complete control of everything and never accepting failure.
If he couldn't even protect his wife and child, what a blow that would be to him.
The phrase "struggle for survival" was not just for show.
Meng Jingwei... suddenly understood!
"Okay. Let's get registered." She nodded heavily, tightly gripping his hand, and then placed his palm on her belly. "From now on, we are... a family of four."
Faintly, Meng Jingwei felt a sense of enjoyment.
Her mind involuntarily fantasized about the sweetness and happiness of their family once the child in her womb was born.
"Hey? Ah Ye, do you like boys or girls?"
Meng Jingwei's curiosity was piqued.
She and Qing Muye had never discussed the issue of children. She didn't even know if Qing Muye wanted children.
She remembered when they first met last year, Qing Muye hadn't wanted children at all.
"As long as it's our child, I like both boys and girls."
Seeing Meng Jingwei immersed in happiness, Qing Muye felt a hint of worry.
The doctor had said that Meng Jingwei's abdomen was injured and she needed to be hospitalized for the pregnancy, but her condition was very unstable, with a risk of miscarriage at any time.
The only thing he could do was find the best gynecologist and stay with her in the hospital to protect the pregnancy.
"Really?"
Meng Jingwei, having gained clarity, decided to get along well with Qing Muye. The hidden worries in her heart vanished, and her face was filled with a sweet smile, making her look very lovely.
This scene was overwhelmingly beautiful.
Qing Muye, immersed in it, did not lose himself. Instead, he felt that this happiness had come so suddenly, and he couldn't help but worry that it might shatter and disappear at any moment, like the brilliant bubbles sprayed from a bubble gun.
"Drink some porridge, it'll get cold later."
He held the porridge and continued to feed her.
As Meng Jingwei was drinking the porridge, hurried footsteps sounded outside the ward.
She looked up and saw the ward door being pushed open. Madam Qing walked in, her face beaming with joy, unable to stop smiling. "Oh, you naughty girl, you didn't tell me such great news, you old woman, hahaha..."
Meng Jingwei was stunned for a moment, then immediately whispered into Qing Muye's ear, "Did you tell Grandma?"
"No. I just told her I was going to marry you."
Currently, her condition was unstable. Qing Muye had wanted to tell Madam Qing to make her happy, but then he thought about it and worried that if Meng Jingwei lost the baby or miscarried, it would be another blow to her.
She was old and frail and couldn't withstand great emotional fluctuations.