Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

She didn't say what she was going to say next, but Ye Jingke had already guessed a bit. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "You mean to say that the infant spirit is very likely Hanmo and Xiaolin's son?"

"Hmm." Cheng Ai nodded, looking somewhat worried. "This isn't the worst part. What if the spirit of the infant attaches itself to the baby in Xiaolin's belly? That would be a real problem."

"What?" Ye Jingke exclaimed in surprise, "Xiaolin is pregnant?"

Ignoring the dirt on his hands, he grabbed her arm and asked anxiously, "Ai Ai, do you have a way to save them?"

Cheng Ai puffed out her chest and confidently assured, "No problem, leave it to me."

Ye Jingke breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something and instructed, "Just do what you can, and don't push yourself too hard."

"Okay," Cheng Ai readily agreed.

Then, she rubbed her stomach and mumbled pitifully, "I'm hungry."

Ye Jingke chuckled and pulled her downstairs to join the dumpling-making team.

An hour later, the four of them sat around the dining table.

Cheng Ai scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth, pouting and complaining, "I clearly used a lot of force to knead the skin, so why is it still cooked into a mushy mess?"

Ye Jingke pushed a plate of plump, white dumplings over, "Eat these, they're shrimp dumplings."

Cheng Ai immediately smiled broadly, her eyes crinkling, "You're so good to me."

Ye Jingke curled his lips slightly but did not reply.

Watching the interaction between the two, Lü Hanmo couldn't help but click his tongue twice, "Little Ai Ai, tell me quickly, how did you manage to snag such a high-quality handsome guy like Jing Ke?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she received a cold glare from the man opposite her.

He pretended not to see anything and continued gossiping, "Jingke said you saved his life, how did you save him? Was it a close-range physical collision?"

"Shut up!" Ye Jingke snapped, his handsome face clouded with gloom, and the surrounding air seemed to plummet to freezing.

Lu Hanmo didn't mind at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited. "Hey, don't be shy. We're all adults. What's wrong with talking about this? Besides, we grew up together, so it's normal to share private matters!"

Ye Jingke's forehead veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth as he squeezed out, "You're five years older than me and shorter than me, so we can't wear the same pants."

Lu Hanmo was stunned and couldn't say anything for a long time.

Cheng Ai looked puzzled. She blinked and tilted her head, asking, "I did have physical contact with Ye Jingke, but what does 'negative distance' mean? Does it mean we can eat each other?"

"puff--"

Lu Hanmo couldn't hold it in and spat out a mouthful of chewed dumpling, then coughed incessantly.

Li Xiaolin hurriedly patted his back to help him catch his breath, while Ye Jingke pulled the girl next to him into his arms, afraid that she would be affected.

Cheng Ai was a little confused. She placed her hands on his chest and asked in a muffled voice, "What's wrong, Brother Lü? Did I say something wrong?"

Ye Jingke gently stroked her hair and said irritably, "Don't worry about it, he has a habit of spitting out food while eating."

"Oh my god!" Cheng Ai glanced at Lü Hanmo, exaggeratedly covered her mouth, and muttered in a very low voice, "I suddenly feel so sorry for Sister Xiaolin."

"What did you say?" Ye Jingke leaned down slightly, his thin lips close to her earlobe, seemingly about to slide down.

His warm breath brushed against her neck, and Cheng Ai trembled. She instinctively pushed him away, saying, "I'm not full yet. Go and cook me some more."

Ye Jingke raised an eyebrow, but didn't tease her anymore. He got up and walked towards the kitchen.

When he returned, Lü Hanmo was panting heavily.

Ye Jingke placed the dumplings in front of Cheng Ai, finally deciding to get down to business.

After he sat down, his gaze swept around the room before finally settling on Lü Hanmo's face. His eyes were sharp. "Big brother, you, me, and Yunqing, the three of us have been brothers since we were little. We basically have no secrets from each other."

I've even told you about the mental hospital, Zhang Caifeng, and Su Qi's situation. Why didn't you inform me of your family's happy occasion?

Seeing Ye Jingke's serious expression, Lü Hanmo dropped his playful demeanor and sat up straight. "Jingke, what did you say? I've been dealing with a lot of worries lately, what good news could I possibly have?"

Ye Jingke glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "Your sister-in-law is pregnant. Don't tell me you didn't know."

"Huh?" Lu Hanmo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look at his wife's lower abdomen, his tone filled with shock, "Wife, you're pregnant?"

Li Xiaolin's expression was exactly the same as his, even more exaggerated, "My period just ended the day before yesterday... although the flow was a bit light... but at least it counts as coming..."

Ye Jingke frowned, and after a long silence, he suddenly looked up and said, "It's very likely a threatened miscarriage."

Upon hearing this, Lü Hanmo immediately stood up straight, picked up Li Xiaolin, and walked out, saying, "This is no small matter; we must check it out immediately."

Just as the Lu couple were about to step out the door, Ye Jingke's chilling voice came from behind them, "The hospital is closed."

Lu Hanmo paused, put Li Xiaolin on a chair, and then picked her up again. "It's okay, we have a private doctor at home. My dad can come as soon as he makes a call."

Ye Jingke's lips twitched slightly, and he quickly stopped the person, "There's no rush, I have something I want to ask you."

Lu Hanmo put Li Xiaolin down again and sat down himself.

Cheng Ai had finished eating and drinking and was wiping her mouth.

Ye Jingke exchanged a glance with her, and after receiving permission, he looked at Lü Hanmo and asked in a deep voice, "Was your sister-in-law pregnant before?"

Upon hearing this, the couple's expressions changed drastically, especially Li Xiaolin, whose tears streamed down her face.

Lu Hanmo hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her tears, saying, "Don't cry, it's not your fault."

Li Xiaolin shook her head, sobbing uncontrollably, "No...it's all my fault...we could have had a lovely son...if I hadn't insisted on working...he wouldn't have...waaaaah..."

Lu Hanmo sighed, stretched out his arms and hugged her, gently comforting her.

Once Li Xiaolin's emotions had calmed down a bit, he slowly revealed the whole story: "Five years ago, Xiaolin and I were just boyfriend and girlfriend."

At that time, I had just taken over the family business and hadn't had time to propose marriage to the Li family, so I didn't bring her out to introduce her to you.

Xiaolin is gentle, considerate, virtuous, and kind—she's exactly my ideal type. I originally planned to touch her again on our wedding night, but unexpectedly, I closed a big deal that day and couldn't control myself.

Not long after, Xiaolin started vomiting incessantly and became listless. I took her to the hospital for a checkup, and the doctor said she was pregnant.

I was so happy I didn't sleep for three days. The day after I finally got some rest, I dragged my father to discuss the wedding date with my future in-laws. Because of her severe pregnancy symptoms, they decided to postpone the wedding until after she gave birth.