He Jingyao chuckled softly as he sat beside her, holding her in his arms, with one hand resting on her lower abdomen, "You can help me just by staying by my side. That’s the greatest help to me. I’ve already missed Xiaobao’s birth and growth, so I absolutely won’t miss out on this child’s, not even for a day."
Zhixi shivered slightly, her eyes wide as she looked at him.
"Su Zixi, at this point, you have no other choice but to trust me." He said with a faint smile, turning to his son, "Xiaobao, isn’t that right?"
Xiaobao, who had been listening with partial understanding, loudly responded when he heard his name, "Yes!"
Zhixi felt her tears threatening to overflow again.
"What if... what if something happens... "
"Yes, if something happens." He Jingyao chuckled softly again, "If Zhuo Yuwei ends up winning, he will surely seek my death, or set his sights on bringing down the He Family. If you’re scared, then it’s best to make it clear where you stand with me now."
"Of course not!" Zhixi’s face flushed, "No matter what happens, I will stay by your side!"
"Hmm, I know." He Jingyao took her hand, his voice deep and slightly husky, "So for you and our child, I will make sure such possibilities never happen. Do you believe me?"
Yes, given that she was forced into a corner, she could only choose to trust him; she had to trust him.
No matter the outcome, she would share the burden with him.
"Good." He Jingyao smiled, "So, you just focus on nurturing the baby, and leave everything else to me, okay?"
"But... won’t that be very hard for you?" Zhixi sniffled.
"It will." He laughed softly, biting gently on her cheek in a teasing tone, "So, do you want to pamper me a bit more?"
Zhixi blushed deeply, her hands against his chest, her eyes flickering as she nodded.
Xiaobao also giggled and leaned in, "I want Mommy to pamper me more too!"
Zhixi couldn’t help but laugh, pinching his cheek, "Xiaobao, go to the kitchen and ask Uncle if lunch is ready."
The little guy obediently responded and scampered off the bed, thumping away.
He Yirong gazed at her meaningfully, "By sending Xiaobao away, are you planning to pamper me?"
"...No." Zhixi glared at him, "He Jingyao, let me remind you once again, I am pregnant!"
The man clicked his tongue lightly, seemingly displeased.
Zhixi chuckled quietly, hugging him, "Jingyao, how did you end up getting yourself sick?"
He looked at her expressionlessly, "By taking a cold shower all night long."
Zhixi was startled, then laughed.
"You seem quite happy about my mishap, hmm?" he squinted dangerously.
"No, really, it’s not that." Zhixi dared not say the reason, so she simply buried her head in his chest to hide her smiling face.
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Though she didn’t really believe it, a part of her still felt uneasy, so she didn’t even dare to ask him about it.
But now, she already had her answer.
He had never let her down, so this time would be no different.
Between He Jingyao and He Yirong, she obviously chose to trust He Jingyao without a moment’s hesitation.
The man seemed to understand something, and chuckled as he ruffled her hair, "You’re really silly."