Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Qian Duoduo pretended to be angry and released Wang Jingmo's cheek. "What do you mean by 'trying your best'? I think Jingmo doesn't care about me at all~"

The touch on her cheek suddenly left, and Wang Jingmo felt as if something had been lost.

"I don't!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

He quickly explained that he was so emotional that he couldn't help coughing.

Qian Duoduo turned her head away, forcing herself not to look at him.

"If we had a child, would you choose me or the other child?"

Wang Jingmo froze, remaining silent, even his barely suppressed coughs were muffled.

He didn't know what to choose; she and the baby were the most important people to him.

Suddenly, Wang Jingmo's face turned pale. Baby?

Does Duoduo know she's pregnant?

He bit his lower lip tightly, not daring to utter a sound.

Qian Duoduo caught a glimpse of the top of his head out of the corner of her eye, and ultimately couldn't bear to touch his hair.

"I'm just using an example, don't be nervous."

Wang Jingmo looked up, her face already streaked with tears.

He leaned against Qian Duoduo's chest and cried pitifully, "Duoduo, I... I can't choose."

Qian Duoduo looked at Wang Jingmo and sighed silently in her heart. Hadn't he already made his choice?

Didn't he choose the baby in his belly?

"Jingmo~ If one day you have a baby, will you love it even more?"

Wang Jingmo had just relaxed when he heard this and grabbed Qian Duoduo's collar tightly again.

Why is Duoduo talking about the baby all night? Could it be that her mother has already told her?

Despite thinking this, Wang Jingmo still shook his head in her arms.

"I will love Duoduo even more."

After saying that, out of Qian Duoduo's sight, Wang Jingmo's cheeks flushed, but this blush could not change the sickly whiteness on his face.

Qian Duoduo breathed a sigh of relief; she had managed to get Wang Jingmo to make a choice in a roundabout way.

Since that's the case, let Jingmo sleep peacefully for another night.

Thinking of the grief Wang Jingmo would face, Qian Duoduo touched his cheek with heartache.

"Okay, you go to sleep now. I'll stay with you tonight."

Wang Jingmo held onto the blanket tightly, but her body was slowly moving away from Qian Duoduo.

He was worried that Qian Duoduo would sleep with him tonight, as the baby didn't seem to be settled yet.

Noticing Wang Jingmo's nervousness, Qian Duoduo patted his head.

"You're not feeling well, so I'll sleep on the soft couch tonight."

"Hmm~"

Wang Jingmo lowered his head and responded softly.

Qian Duoduo helped Wang Jingmo lie down, and seeing that his brows and eyes were still not relaxed, she gently shook her head.

She didn't want to be so heartless, but ultimately it came to nothing.

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That night, perhaps because Qian Duoduo kept mentioning it, Wang Jingmo dreamed of that baby.

He saw the baby staggering towards him and rushed forward to catch him, fearing that the baby would fall.

But he found that no matter how far he moved forward, the baby was always some distance away from him.

In fact, every step he took forward increased the distance between him and the baby.

When Wang Jingmo realized the problem, he stood still.

"Baby, don't move, Daddy won't move either, be good~"

He tried to get the baby to stand there, and the baby was very obedient, staying still and giving Wang Jingmo an innocent smile while babbling.

Wang Jingmo's face turned deathly pale as he watched the baby waving his arms and hear his broken words.

He seemed to understand; the baby seemed to be saying goodbye to him, but why?

He felt a sudden dizziness, and the baby's figure disappeared.

Wang Jingmo woke up with a start, feeling waves of cramping pain in his stomach.

Large beads of sweat seeped from his forehead. In the pitch-black night, he weakly called out for Qian Duoduo.