After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

After lunch, everyone ate some fruit and went back to their rooms to rest, agreeing to go to the hot springs again at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Qiao Ran and Qi Muci returned to their room, changed into comfortable loungewear, and lay down.

"If you ever fall for another woman in the future, you must tell me. Never secretly date that woman behind my back, and never keep a mistress outside. I promise I'll make way for her," Qiao Ran suddenly said.

Qi Muci frowned at her, "Why did you suddenly say that?"

Qiao Ran raised an eyebrow. "It's nothing, just something I felt compelled to say because of Xu Weiyan's situation."

Qi Muci smiled, pinched her nose, and said, "Then I should be the one saying these things to you."

Qiao Ran: "I'm not that kind of person."

Qi Muci: "Then do you think I'm that kind of person?"

Qiao Ran raised her chin. "It's hard to say. When it comes to cheating, men are more likely to do it than women."

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Ran suddenly felt that Lin Mengchuan was not so bad after all. After he got involved with Lin Fei, he came back to her immediately to get a divorce, instead of secretly keeping Lin Fei behind her back.

She paused for a moment, then continued, "If you really betray me, don't expect me to forgive you."

Qi Muci pulled her into his arms, saying, "My thoughts are the same as yours."

Qiao Ran paused for a moment, then buried her head in Qi Muci's arms and murmured, "Sleep."

Qi Muci nuzzled her with his head, saying, "It's rare to be on vacation, it's no fun just sleeping. Let's warm up first."

Qiao Ran: "No, it's broad daylight, let's do it at night, and I'm so tired."

Qi Muci: "Okay, then come again tonight."

Qiao Ran was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Qi Muci to agree to let her go.

A little uncomfortable.

She lay there with her eyes closed for a while, but couldn't fall asleep, so she snuggled closer to Qi Muci and whispered, "Asleep?"

Qi Muci responded with a muffled "Mm".

Qiao Ran looked up at him, "You can still talk after sleeping? You're lying to me."

Qi Muci smiled and said, "Don't move around, or you'll regret it later."

Qiao Ran pursed her lips and chuckled, deliberately rubbing against Qi Muci again, teasing him, "I moved, I moved, how are you going to make me pay?"

Qi Muci knew Qiao Ran was doing it on purpose, so he flipped her over and trapped her. "You asked for this, don't beg for mercy."

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At four o'clock in the afternoon, Qi Mu'an knocked on the door on time and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Get up, it's time to go to the hot springs."

After calling for a while, the door finally opened.

Qi Muci opened the door a crack and replied to his brother, "Don't shout, my wife is sleeping. Don't wake her. We're not going. You two go ahead. We'll contact you again at dinner time."

Qi Mu'an was speechless. "Sleep? Who suggested coming to the hot springs? And now you're telling me you're going to sleep?"

Qi Mu'an paused, pointed at his younger brother's neck, and grinned mischievously, "Did your wife grow these strawberries for you? You two are really something, you've been married for so long, why don't you control yourselves a little?"

Qi Muci subconsciously touched his neck. "Why should I control myself when I can't help myself?"

Qi Mu'an: "...Hey, who are you showing off to? I have a wife too, you know. Do you think I'd be jealous of you? If you're not going, then we're not going either. I'll go back and warm my bed with my wife."

Qi Muci: "Your wife is pregnant, you'd better control yourself."

Qi Mu'an: "...You really deserve a beating."

Just as Qi Mu'an's fist reached out, Qi Muci closed the door in time and locked it from the inside.

He slowly returned to the bedside, lay down, pulled Qiao Ran into his arms, and closed his eyes contentedly to continue sleeping.

Qi Mu'an returned to his and Zhao Mengmeng's room, grumbling, "I'm speechless. They were the ones who suggested coming to the hot springs, but what happened? They just stayed in the room sleeping. Aren't they tired of being together all the time?"

Zhao Mengmeng was picking out a swimsuit when she heard the voice and turned around to glare at Qi Mu'an. "You mean you're tired of me?"

Qi Mu'an was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and put his arm around his wife's waist. "I meant them. I wish I could be with you 24/7. How could I get tired of you? Honey, they're not going. Shall we go together?"

Zhao Mengmeng threw down her swimsuit. "Great! Then I don't have to worry about which swimsuit to choose. Actually, I didn't want to go either. I was so tired from the car ride today. My back still aches and I don't have anyone to give me a massage."

"A massage? You should have said so earlier, I would have helped you," Qi Mu'an said, reaching out to massage Zhao Mengmeng's shoulders.

Zhao Mengmeng closed her eyes and enjoyed it. "Your technique is pretty good. Did you study massage before?"

Qi Mu'an: "Why would I learn this? I used to take clients for massages all the time, so I just learned it."

Zhao Mengmeng suddenly raised her eyelids, "You go to massage parlors often?"

Qi Mu'an suddenly realized, "We went to legitimate massage parlors, not the kind you're imagining."

Zhao Mengmeng: "What kind of image do I have in mind? Did I say anything? Why are you so nervous? It seems there really is a problem."

Qi Mu'an was both amused and exasperated. "Wife, my dear wife, I swear to God, I really went to a legitimate massage parlor. Look, I'm even learning how to do it quite well, aren't I?"

Zhao Mengmeng yawned. "You don't need to say anything. Explanations are just cover-ups. I don't want to hear it anymore. I want to go back to sleep."

Zhao Mengmeng actually lay down and went to sleep.

Qi Mu'an smiled helplessly, turned around and went out, gently closing the door behind him, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

He made tea while calling his father, Lin Zhihong.

Lin Zhihong was receiving clients in his office. They were all around the same age, and they were chatting and drinking tea, having a great time.

Seeing his son's call, Lin Zhihong assumed it was business and answered casually, "Hello, Mu An, what's up?"

Qi Mu'an hesitated for a moment and asked, "Dad, when Mom was pregnant, did she become paranoid? For example, if you said anything casually, she would overthink and label you."

"Also, will her temper become strange? One second she's all sweet and gentle, the next she'll turn on you and refuse to acknowledge you."

Lin Zhihong frowned. "What's wrong? Did you and Mengmeng have a fight?"

Qi Mu'an quickly denied it: "No... cough, actually I don't know if this counts as an argument, it doesn't seem like an argument, but she will seize on the things I say unintentionally and nitpick, she's just finding fault with everything."

Lin Zhihong: "I understand. Your mother's temper was indeed not very good when she was pregnant with you. It's been too long, so I don't remember very clearly. In short, a pregnant woman's emotions are affected by hormones, and they can indeed become strange."

"Everyone agrees, right? Is this the case in your homes too?"

The clients all nodded in agreement.

"It's the same for both of us. My husband cries every few days, he cries all the time."

“My child didn’t cry, but he couldn’t stand anyone. He would grit his teeth and hate me as soon as he saw me, as if he wanted to kill me.”

Qi Mu'an felt a chill run down his spine as he listened on the other end of the phone. He asked his father, "Dad, where are you? Who are you with?"

Lin Zhihong: "I'm in the office. Some of our old clients came over for tea to discuss projects. They're sharing their experience. Mu'an, you absolutely mustn't get angry with Mengmeng right now."

"You need to understand the hardships of her pregnancy and accompany her through this difficult period. Women are all tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Just put in a little more effort and coax her a bit. Everything is for my grandson's sake, do you hear me?"