Chapter 29 — Have a Baby
Wenzhi wasn't planning to explain anything. But knowing the tension between the Mo brothers, she understood why Mo Tingyan would think that way. So she answered calmly.
"It's not what you think. Back then, I agreed to go public with Mo Tingjue because he helped me once. I owed him a favor. The only reason I don't want to go public now… is because I hate unnecessary trouble."
She lifted her eyes to him—clear, sincere.
"Neither of us can promise forever. If someone decides to get off halfway, I hope we can part quietly without leaving marks on each other's lives for the world to gossip over."
Mo Tingyan let out a short laugh.
"So you're saying you don't feel safe with me?"
Wenzhi countered softly, "Can you give me that sense of safety?"
His lips curled with wicked confidence.
"Of course. I already told you—I like you… your body. We're perfectly compatible. Naturally, we can grow old together."
Wenzhi let out a small laugh. Childish.
She remembered how her father used to treat her mother so well—and yet, in the end, he still left because of another woman.
If a marriage based on love could fall apart, then a relationship based only on bodies?
Even less reliable.
She didn't argue further.
"Anyway, I don't want us to be exposed. So we still need to be careful with Xu."
Mo Tingyan looked at her for a few seconds before giving in with shocking ease.
"Fine. Leave it to me."
He straightened the seat and drove her home.
The next day, videos of Hao Xuguang streaking naked on the street dominated the trending searches. His bar was shut down for multiple violations. The company buzzed with gossip.
Wenzhi expected Xu Ailin to retaliate viciously.
Instead, when Xu walked out of Mo Tingyan's office and saw her, she only glared with a complex, burning hatred—and turned away.
Xu swallowed her anger.
Now that she knew who Mo Tingyan was, disturbing his life again…
was simply courting death.
Soon after, Wenzhi heard Xu had applied for a transfer to the Haicheng branch.
No revenge.
Just… escape?
Why?
What leverage did Mo Tingyan have over them?
And Hao Xuguang—why did he actually obey and streak around the block like Mo Tingyan ordered last night?
Did Mo Tingyan hold something bigger over them?
She was curious, but if he didn't want to say it, she wouldn't pry. The result was all that mattered.
Two days later, after a smooth flight, they returned home around four in the afternoon.
The moment they stepped inside, Wenzhi said, looking pale:
"I'm tired today. I can't cook dinner. Order takeout. I'll rest first."
Mo Tingyan sensed something wrong and followed her.
He found Wenzhi—normally immaculate—crawling into bed without even showering, curling up tightly.
He thought she was exhausted and left quietly, ordering dinner.
Half an hour later, he returned to wake her—only for his heart to drop.
She was curled up, pale as paper, sweating, trembling in pain.
A nightmare?
No… something worse.
He rushed over, and just as he leaned down, she cracked her eyes open weakly.
"…What is it?"
"You're not asleep?"
"No."
He sat on the edge of her bed, brows tightening.
"I ordered dinner. Your face looks awful. What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"
Wenzhi shook her head, eyes closed.
"It's nothing. My period started this afternoon. The cramps are bad. It happens every month. Don't worry about me. I already took painkillers. Go eat."
Stubborn woman.
Mo Tingyan's jaw tightened. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up.
"Hospital. Now."
Wenzhi immediately pushed him away.
"If hospitals worked, it wouldn't be called a chronic problem. I'm fine. Go eat. Let me lie down."
He hesitated—and eventually stepped out.
On the couch, he pulled out his phone and started searching desperately:
"How to relieve severe menstrual cramps"
"What to do when a woman is in pain"
"How to help period pain quickly"
—
Wenzhi drifted in and out, half-conscious, tortured by the twisting pain in her abdomen.
Suddenly, she felt a warm pressure over her stomach.
She opened her eyes slowly…
And saw Mo Tingyan sitting beside her, gently massaging her lower abdomen with soft, steady motions—so gentle it didn't feel like him at all.
A warmth rose in her chest unexpectedly.
She remembered being seven years old, before her parents' divorce.
Her mother sitting by her bed all night, rubbing her tummy through the pain.
Something in her chest tightened.
Mo Tingyan glanced sideways, saw her awake, and raised an eyebrow.
"You're up? Does it feel any better?"
The warmth from his palm really did help—she felt a little lighter.
But the pain was still there.
She nodded slightly and turned away.
"Thank you. I'm better. You can stop."
But his hand simply followed her movement, continuing the gentle circles.
He leaned closer, eyes crooking at the edges, smiling like a wicked spirit.
"What are you thanking me for? We're husband and wife. I should take care of you when you hurt… so that when your body recovers, I can eat well later."
Wenzhi was speechless.
As always—absolutely no shame.
He didn't tease further.
"I looked it up. Some people say period pain can be hereditary. Did your mother also have cramps?"
The word mother instantly darkened Wenzhi's expression.
She stiffened, turned away sharply, and murmured,
"My mother passed away long ago. I wouldn't know."
Mo Tingyan blinked in confusion.
"You… don't like your mother?"
She didn't answer.
"I want to rest. Can you leave?"
This was the second time she avoided talking about her mother.
But Mo Tingyan didn't force her.
He gently pulled her back, ignoring her attempt to turn away, and continued massaging her abdomen.
His voice dipped low and teasing again:
"Let me rub a bit longer. I also saw another suggestion online—
apparently… severe cramps improve dramatically after having a baby."