On the way, Jing Xiaocha said she would cook.
But when they returned ho, Wen Jin handed her sothing and then rolled up his sleeves to enter the kitchen.
When Jing Xiaocha looked down to see what was in her hand, her fair cheeks instantly heated up.
When did Wen Jin buy this?
"Auntie."
Zhang Minghui ran down from the stairs, and Jing Xiaocha instinctively hid the item in her pocket, smiling to mask her reaction, she asked him, "Have you finished your howork?"
"Finished written work, I even reviewed tomorrow’s lessons, Auntie, where’s Uncle Wen? How co it’s just you here."
"Little Hui, co in, I’ll teach you how to cook."
Wen Jin’s voice ca from the kitchen, making Zhang Minghui’s eyes light up.
He said to Jing Xiaocha, "Auntie, I’m going to the kitchen to find Uncle Wen," and then he sprinted off.
Jing Xiaocha watched Zhang Minghui run into the kitchen, went upstairs to her room, and took out what Wen Jin had just given her.
A few minutes later, Jing Xiaocha ca out of the bathroom.
In her hand was a pregnancy test stick with two lines, the result showing she was indeed pregnant.
Ever since that night, Wen Jin and she hadn’t used any protection nor calculated her cycle intentionally.
It was all just natural.
But Wen Jin obviously noticed the days of her monthly friend.
Just a few days had passed, and he bought this thing for her to test.
Aside from joy, Jing Xiaocha felt a mix of complexity and confusion within her heart.
She had just graduated from university less than a year, her path in creation had just begun, and to be precise, it was a crucial mont in her career.
She was still young; although she had liked Wen Jin for several years, they hadn’t been together long, and everything was still in the stage of adjustnt.
Despite Wen Jin being very good to her, she still felt a trace of unease at the arrival of this small life in her belly.
On the way back, Wen Jin had said that as long as she didn’t mistreat herself, he wouldn’t confine her to the house. So now, she’s pregnant — would Wen Jin stop her from working?
Jing Xiaocha didn’t dare to be sure.
Holding the test result in her hand, Jing Xiaocha wandered in boundless thoughts until the room’s door was pushed open, and Wen Jin ca in, bringing her back to reality.
The test paper had already been taken by Wen Jin.
She raised her eyes and looked at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin just glanced at the test paper in his hand and then looked at her.
Their eyes t, and Jing Xiaocha instinctively blinked.
Wen Jin’s dark eyes were filled with the familiar tenderness, and the newly added joy from seeing the result, but when he noticed the confusion in Jing Xiaocha’s eyes.
The joy in his eyes was replaced by a slight astonishnt.
He then turned into the bathroom and ca out again, wrapped his arm around her, pulling her gently into his embrace.
Jing Xiaocha’s heart skipped a beat, obediently leaning against his chest without moving.
Wen Jin’s beautiful long fingers gently rested on her head, nudging her head closer to him, his warm lips pressed against her forehead.
The other hand encircled her waist.
This posture wasn’t amorous, but tender and doting.
The unease and confusion in Jing Xiaocha’s heart miraculously dissipated little by little in his tender doting.
Even though he hadn’t said a word.
After a long ti, Wen Jin’s voice softly echoed in her ear, "Xiaocha, life is full of firsts, with here, you don’t need to worry."
A flash of astonishnt crossed Jing Xiaocha’s gaze.
He actually understood all her thoughts.
The corners of his mouth ford a gentle arc, leading her to the sofa a few steps away, holding her hand tenderly, his dark eyes gently locking onto hers.
"You might not be able to adjust, not prepared to be a mom."
Jing Xiaocha’s lightly pursed lips gently moved; these days, she had been working on psychological preparations for herself, but all the previous preparations still fell apart upon seeing the result and truly knowing that she was pregnant.
This unease might have stemd from her unhappy childhood.
She had always been strong, optimistic, and even forbearing, striving to ignore it.
But now, with the baby, the unease hidden deep within ca out again; she worried whether she’d make a good mom, worried she wouldn’t know how to teach the baby in the future.
"I’m a few years older than you; although you’re not prepared, I have enough capacity and experience to be a qualified father. So, you don’t need to be uneasy, nor nervous — just enjoy the process of nurturing the baby."
"Otherwise, just act as you usually would, write your stories, go to the studio as needed."
With warmth and patience, Wen Jin counseled Jing Xiaocha.
Though a man over thirty himself, he was also becoming a father for the first ti, but compared to the much younger Jing Xiaocha, naturally much more stable and calm.
As for the experience he ntioned, it was learned from Ziyi and Tongtong.
Back when Ziyi and Tongtong were little, Wen Jin often helped to take care of them.
Therefore, he has the experience of raising children, Xiaocha is just responsible for giving birth; the rest can all be entrusted to him.
"Brother Wen, I’m just a little surprised."
Jing Xiaocha’s voice was soft, but the confusion and unease in her eyes had vanished, her eyes were clear again.
"You’ve been too busy these days."
Wen Jin smiled to comfort her.
For a mont earlier, a flash of guilt and self-reproach crossed his heart.
Xiaocha is still so young; he should let her enjoy a few more years, rather than beco a mom imdiately.
Yet Wen Jin loves children, and the idea of having a child with his beloved appeared the mont they had intimacy.
That night, he impulsively expressed it to her.
And Jing Xiaocha didn’t hesitate to agree to him at that ti.
"Can I still work in the future?"
A flicker of surprise passed through Wen Jin’s eyes, followed by a gentle smile, "Of course you can, just don’t be too tired. After all, you got pregnant, I’m not going to lock you inside."
"What if I can’t do well after the baby is born, will you bla ?" Jing Xiaocha pursed her lips, cautiously asking.
"Why would I bla you."
Wen Jin dotingly ruffled her hair, "You’re still like a child yourself, don’t be too hard on yourself, I’ll take good care of you and our child."
"Brother Wen, you saying things like this, it really moves ."
Jing Xiaocha’s face lit up like the weather changing, instantly blooming with a vibrant smile, all worries and unease vanished.
"Then, shall we get the marriage certificate tomorrow, you have no objections?"
Seeing her finally offer a radiant smile, Wen Jin’s mood also lightens.
Jing Xiaocha shook her head, "No objections, to let you take care of and the future baby, I must stick with you."
Cheerfulness restored.
Finally, Wen Jin was reassured, gazing at her bright and pure smile on her small face, his heart softened, his mouth still posed a question, "There’s no proposal, and you’re marrying like this — don’t you feel wronged?"
"Not at all, not at all, proposals are just a formality, I’m not concerned about it."
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