Xie Jingheng froze, staring in disbelief at the person curled up in his arms.

What exactly was she trying to do?

If she didn’t like him, why would she do something so easily misunderstood?

Or was she planning to humiliate him again?

At the thought of this possibility, the faint blush that had just appeared on the tip of his ears instantly faded. His voice turned cold, like ice.

“Let go.”

The next second, a soft, sweet voice rang out.

“Hubby, you misunderstood me.”

Xie Jingheng was stunned. His normally calm eyes widened instantly.

She—how could she… say something so naturally?

Such an intimate address.

Seeing that he had finally calmed down, she quickly explained, “I wasn’t going to find Chen Xingyu. I was just hungry and wanted to go downstairs to get something to eat.”

As she spoke, the baby in her belly cooperated by kicking a few times, as if saying: Baby is hungry too.

Xie Jingheng lowered his gaze to her stomach. Their bodies were pressed very close, and he could clearly feel the baby’s movement.

Ever since the baby started moving hands and feet, he had wanted more than once to touch the belly and interact with the child—but every time, Lin Zhixia would coldly refuse him and even scold him harshly.

Before, he had never felt the baby’s movements himself, but now that he had, his desire as a new father grew even stronger.

He took a deep breath, already preparing himself to be rejected again.

Still, he couldn’t help but ask, his voice carrying a faint, almost pleading tone:

“Can I touch the baby?”

Lin Zhixia looked at the cold, handsome man in front of her. His brows and eyes showed a rare hint of vulnerability.

Her heart seemed to be struck.

How could anyone refuse such a handsome man, lowering himself to ask like this?

Except for the blind original host.

She suddenly remembered the original storyline.

After hearing Xie Jingheng’s request, the original Lin Zhixia had cursed him furiously—calling him a monster and a pest, even pointing at his face.

“What right do you have to touch him? You cold-blooded, heartless monster! Do you even deserve to be this baby’s father?”

“This wasn’t Xingyu’s fault! Why did you force him away? Do you know you ruined his life?!”

“You destroyed him! You’re a sinner!”

“What makes you think you can touch the baby?! Get lost! Don’t bring your dirty countryside smell near me and the baby!”

These words completely shattered Xie Jingheng’s heart.

And Mrs. Xie, who came to call them for dinner, overheard everything and was so furious she had an asthma attack and was rushed to the emergency room.

Knowing the plot well, Lin Zhixia would naturally not repeat the same mistake.

She silently despised the original host even more.

Without hesitation, she grabbed Xie Jingheng’s hand and placed it on her stomach.

“Of course you can. Touch it however you like.”

Xie Jingheng looked up in disbelief, suspicion in his eyes.

Just yesterday, she had been arguing fiercely with him over him refusing to give up his training quota to Chen Xingyu. She had even yelled at Mrs. Xie and gone on a hunger strike, completely ignoring the baby’s safety.

And today… she wasn’t only calm, she was even letting him touch the baby.

Anyone with half a brain would know something was off.

Despite thinking this, Xie Jingheng’s large hand had already instinctively started to gently rub her belly.

Suddenly—

The baby kicked his hand hard.

It was strong—just like him. As expected of his child.

The baby must have felt Daddy touching them.

Excited, Xie Jingheng lightly poked the spot where the baby had just kicked.

Immediately, another kick came right back.

A faint smile appeared on his cold face, melting away his usual distance.

He poked again.

And the baby kicked back again.

At that moment, the tall man looked like a playful boy, completely absorbed in interacting with the baby in her womb.

They continued their little game—kick and poke, poke and kick.

Xie Jingheng was delighted and satisfied.

But Lin Zhixia, on the other hand, was not.

It was hot outside, and she was only wearing a thin nightdress. The man’s warm hand kept touching and pressing her stomach, every movement felt extremely clear to her.

She had never been this physically close to a man before, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. Her face gradually turned red.

Yet the man showed no awareness at all, treating her stomach like a toy.

Finally, Lin Zhixia couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped back slightly and said helplessly,

“Alright… let the baby rest for a bit. Don’t tire the baby out.”

Xie Jingheng looked regretfully at her stomach and reluctantly withdrew his hand.

Just as he was about to speak—

Because she had stepped back too quickly, a letter suddenly fell out of Lin Zhixia’s pocket.

The two of them simultaneously looked at the envelope on the ground.

The words “Complaint Letter” on the cover were written in bold, oversized characters—so clear they nearly blinded Lin Zhixia.

Her body reacted faster than her brain.

While her mind was still blank, her hands had already moved to pick it up.

The moment she grabbed it, she immediately tore the envelope and the letter apart.

Her movements were smooth and practiced.

Her plan was simple: if the letter was gone, she could say anything she wanted.

Even if Xie Jingheng suspected something, he would have no proof.

But reality did not go as planned.

Just as she finished tearing it in half, a strong hand grabbed her wrists and stopped her.

She watched helplessly as the man pried open her fingers and calmly took the torn letter pieces away.

He stood very close. His expression was focused, his face flawless and strikingly handsome—but Lin Zhixia had no time to admire it.

Her only thought was:

I’m done for.

“What is this?”

Xie Jingheng held the letter in his hand, his voice eerily calm—like the silence before a storm.

“I…” Lin Zhixia tugged at her clothes nervously.

Think! Think fast! Come up with an excuse!

She quickly placed a hand on her stomach, pretending to feel pain.

But—

“Lin Zhixia!”

Xie Jingheng didn’t give her any chance.

His dark eyes were filled with disappointment as he lowered his voice and shouted:

“Do you even have a heart? Or is it made of stone?”

“Do you hate us that much?!”