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"Brother Mo, you're going to be a dad soon!" Lin Yuan'er said with a joyful smile.
"Hahaha, I'm going to be a dad! I never expected to become a father so soon. Qianqian, well done for carrying on the Mo family line so quickly. Lian Lian, Yuan, you both need to work hard too!" Mo Ming laughed heartily.
This kind of excitement was unlike Mo Ming at all; perhaps it was the joy of becoming a father for the first time.
"You lecher, why can't you keep your mouth shut? I don't want to work hard with you!" Murong Lian's heart raced at Mo Ming's words, but she still tried to act tough.
Lin Yuan'er’s face turned crimson, and she didn’t say anything. She indeed had thoughts of having a child with Mo Ming, but her body was uncooperative and showed no signs so far.
"Murong Lian, keep pretending. Once Qianqian has a child and Yuan has one too, just wait and see if I won’t send you to the cold palace," Mo Ming joked.
Of course, this was just a joke. Even if Murong Lian were truly unable to have children, Mo Ming would never abandon her. However, that was not the case; Murong Lian was healthy; it was just that the timing wasn't right yet.
"Alright then, if you send me to the cold palace, I'll buy you a green hat to wear," Murong Lian retorted.
"Do you dare?" Mo Ming glared fiercely at Murong Lian.
"Hmph. Try sending me to the cold palace and see if I dare!" Murong Lian refused to back down.
"I was wrong..." Mo Ming said with a wry smile, shaking his head. "Lian Lian, I was just joking; don’t take it seriously."
"Good that you know you're wrong," Murong Lian said with a victorious smile.
"By the way, Qianqian, how many months along are you? How about I have my mom take you to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up? This is really important," Mo Ming said as he tightly held Jun Qianqian's hands.
Jun Qianqian's face radiated happiness as she lightly bit her lip and nodded. "It's been over two months. Don't worry; I'll be careful. No need for a hospital check-up..."
"That won't do. Listen to me; we must go to the hospital for a check-up; otherwise, I won't feel at ease," Mo Ming immediately interrupted.
"Alright then, I'll listen to you and go get checked at the hospital." Jun Qianqian felt a warm current flow through her heart seeing Mo Ming care for her so much, and she didn't say anything more.
"I never expected you to have this side to you; it's quite rare," Murong Lian remarked, unable to hide a smirk at seeing Mo Ming being so cautious.
In fact, it was true. Even when they encountered robbers at the Jewelry Store, Mo Ming hadn't shown such tension. But now, looking at his expression, he seemed as if he were facing some kind of danger.
"The child in Qianqian's belly is mine; how can I not be careful? Don't say I'm biased, but if you two also have children in the future, I will treat you the same way," Mo Ming shot Murong Lian a glare and then took Jun Qianqian's hand.
"Let's go. We should hurry back; it's not good for you to be out in the wind too long."
...
Once back in the house, Mo Ming led Jun Qianqian to the sofa and helped her sit down slowly.
"Qianqian, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it for you," Mo Ming asked.
"I don't want anything," Jun Qianqian shook her head.
"How about some sour fruits? I heard that people like you enjoy them."
"Um, I don't have that thought right now."
"You don't want sour fruits? Then what do you want to eat? Just say it; as long as you mention it, I'll go get it immediately."
"No need, I really don't have anything special I want to eat. When I feel like eating something, I'll let you know, okay?"
"Qianqian wants dragon meat; go get a few tons," Murong Lian said sarcastically.
"Fine." Mo Ming agreed without thinking and then shot a fierce glare at Murong Lian, saying, "Go away, what are you messing around for? I didn't even ask you."
"Alright, it seems we have no status at all." Murong Lian rolled her eyes and said to the smiling Lin Yuan'er, "Yuan'er, how can you still smile? He clearly wants to push us into the cold palace."
"Sister Lian, it's not like that. Now that Qianqian is pregnant, Brother Mo should be more caring. When we are in the same situation later, Brother Mo will treat us the same way," Lin Yuan'er said with a hint of a smile.
"You all are back? What are you talking about?" Zhu Hanying came down from upstairs.
"Mother, Qianqian is pregnant," Lin Yuan'er said as she walked up and linked arms with Zhu Hanying, speaking cheerfully.
"What?" Zhu Hanying was taken aback. Once she reacted, she quickly walked over to sit beside Jun Qianqian and asked kindly, "Qianqian, you have the Mo family's child? How many months along are you? Why didn't you tell me? Have you been to the hospital for a check-up? What did the doctor say? Is it a boy or a girl?"
"Mom, you're asking so many questions. Let Qianqian answer first," Mo Ming said with a wry smile.
"It's my fault for being too happy and not paying attention, so I became chatty. Qianqian, please don't mind me. Tell your mother how many months along you are," Zhu Hanying said with a gentle gaze at Jun Qianqian.
"I'm two months along," Jun Qianqian said shyly, feeling her mother-in-law's concern.
"Only two months? There's still a long way to go. You must be extra careful from now on. If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me. No, wait until tomorrow; I'll take you to the hospital for a thorough check-up," Zhu Hanying said anxiously.
It seemed that Mo Ming had inherited her traits; both of them reacted similarly to Jun Qianqian's pregnancy.
"Okay," Jun Qianqian replied and said, "Mo Ming has already mentioned it. But there's no need to trouble Mother; just let Sister Murong and Yuan'er accompany me."
"They haven't had children before; what experience do they have? Don't overthink things; just rest well. Tomorrow I'll accompany you," Zhu Hanying fixed her gaze on Mo Ming and said, "You better accompany Qianqian to the hospital tomorrow. The child is yours; you can't keep neglecting Qianqian."
"Uh, Mom, I don't want to either, but there are too many things to handle. I might have to leave here tomorrow, so I can't accompany Qianqian to the hospital," Mo Ming said with a bitter smile and shook his head.
The busy life was not what Mo Ming wanted, but as long as the Dark Order organization existed, he couldn't expect to live in peace.
Now that Jun Qianqian was carrying his child, it added another layer of responsibility on his shoulders—the responsibility of being a father.
Regardless, Mo Ming wants to provide the children with a quiet living environment and cannot allow any external factors to affect them!
"What could be more important than the children? I have to talk to you about something. You haven't been back often these past few years, and I won't blame you for that. But you can't treat Lian Lian, Yuan'er, and Qianqian like this. Leaving for several months at a time is just abandoning them!" Zhu Hanying complained.
"Mother-in-law, actually Mo Ming is very good to us. He has things to take care of too, so please don't make it hard for him," Jun Qianqian said.
"Yes, Mother-in-law, he doesn't want to leave so soon either, but he has things to do. Let's not make it difficult for him. Tomorrow, Yuan'er and I will accompany Qianqian to the hospital for a check-up," Murong Lian also defended Mo Ming.
"No, Mom, I am not abandoning them. That sounds a bit harsh. Everything I do is based on wanting to give them a stable life..."
Without giving Mo Ming a chance to finish his sentence, Zhu Hanying interrupted him, saying, "Enough with the excuses. What does it matter? Your own son knows what you're doing! You're just like your father, only focused on work and completely ignoring everyone else's feelings! No matter what you say, you are not going anywhere tomorrow. Stay here and accompany Qianqian to the hospital!"
"What nonsense!" Mo Zhentian came down from upstairs and said, "The Leader wants to see this brat; he must go with me tomorrow!"
"What? Qianqian is pregnant?" Mo Zhentian was taken aback and then said, "No way; the Leader must see him. After this brat meets with the Leader, I'll bring him back."
"Hmph. You two have no conscience; you neglect your family while busying yourselves with your own big matters!" Zhu Hanying felt somewhat displeased. She stood up from the sofa and shot a glare at Mo Zhentian as she passed by him. After going upstairs, they heard a loud slam of the door.
"Old man, you better hurry up and chase after her; you've really upset Mom," Mo Ming said.
"Shut up! This is all because of your issues! Just ignore her; she'll calm down eventually," Mo Zhentian said as he left the house with his hands behind his back.
Night fell. Zhu Hanying was truly angry; she didn't come out for dinner, and Mo Zhentian was stubborn enough not to return from the military district.
Dinner was prepared by Murong Lian with Lin Yuan'er helping out. After the four of them finished dinner at the table, Murong Lian took care of washing the dishes.
Jun Qianqian, Mo Ming, and Lin Yuan'er were in the living room watching television.
The television show was a bit boring, and Mo Ming couldn't focus on it, so he stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Mo Ming hugged Murong Lian, who was wearing an apron, from behind and kissed her neck, saying, "Lian Lian, you've worked hard."
"Then you come help me wash the dishes," Murong Lian replied with a hint of annoyance, rolling her eyes as she continued washing the dishes.
"Sure, it's just a few dishes. No big deal. Once we're done, how do you plan to reward your husband?" Mo Ming said with a mischievous smile as he leaned in to kiss Murong Lian's face.
Murong Lian pushed Mo Ming away with her hand and said, "Enough. Don't get any ideas. It's that time of the month for me. You should go keep Yuan'er company tonight; after all, she's your real wife. Don't let her down."
"That's such a buzzkill. Come on, let me help you wash," Mo Ming said gloomily.
"That's enough; you don't need to. Your mom hasn't eaten yet. Take the food on the table to her; we can't let her go hungry," Murong Lian said as she glanced at the table.
"Okay," Mo Ming nodded and picked up the food from the table before leaving the kitchen.
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