Chapter 61: If Chi Wang Went Diving, Perhaps He Could Win a World Championship
Chi Wang also fell silent. He quickly realized that it must have been Xie Sichen who told Zuo Qianxing; otherwise, how would Zuo know?
Actually, Chi Wang didn’t really mind, but he thought he and Xie had some mutual understanding.
Doctors and nurses knowing was unavoidable; after all, he needed prenatal check-ups and would eventually have to give birth in the hospital. The auntie knowing was also inevitable since she cooked for him, preparing nutritious meals suitable for pregnancy. Luo Lianyun and Shu Tingyu were his roommates; they cared about him and took him to the hospital, so it couldn’t be helped if they knew.
But Zuo Qianxing…
Chi Wang was feeling a bit unhappy. However, when he saw the undisguised shock on Zuo’s face, he quickly realized—if Xie had told him, Zuo wouldn’t have that expression.
Combining this with Zuo’s previous habit of subtly probing for information, Chi Wang understood that he’d been tricked.
All these emotions flashed through his mind in an instant; in reality, the two of them were silent for no more than five seconds. Zuo reached out to wipe his sweat and, taking advantage of this gesture, lowered his head to look at Chi Wang’s Adam’s apple—it wasn’t very pronounced, appearing quite delicate.
He glanced at Chi Wang’s belly but couldn’t see much. The sweater was loose, Chi Wang’s figure was slender, and he was slightly hunched over the computer, making it even harder to tell.
Amid the silence, Chi Wang was the first to speak. “What did you say about being pregnant? I don’t understand.”
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Zuo Qianxing: “…”
Zuo awkwardly said, “I misspoke; I’m sorry.”
Chi Wang smiled somewhat insincerely. “Oh, I see.”
The two exchanged a glance, showing more tacit understanding than between Chi Wang and Xie.
At that moment, the sound of Xiaomi barking came from outside. Zuo immediately stood up and said to Chi Wang, “I’m heading back now. Bye.”
Chi Wang: “…Bye.”
Zuo walked to the door and saw Xie Sichen wearing a white helmet, pushing an electric scooter equipped with a windscreen into the courtyard. Xiaomi was anxiously wagging its tail beside him.
Zuo: “…”
Wait a minute, isn’t Xie Sichen on an electric scooter a bit incongruous??
Xie glanced at him without much reaction, first parking the scooter. He bent down to unhook the leash, and Xiaomi promptly ran to the fish pond in the front yard to splash water and wash its paws. After washing its front paws, it turned around and dipped its hind legs into the pond, one at a time. Finished, it wagged its tail, passed by Zuo without even a glance, and entered the main door.
Zuo: “…”
Xiaomi, do you remember I was your previous owner?
He turned to look; after entering, Xiaomi rubbed its paws dry on a mat and then eagerly ran toward the sofa.
Chi Wang’s voice came from the living room, “Oh no, Xiaomi, you didn’t dry your paws before jumping on the sofa. Isn’t that dirty?”
“Woof!”
Seeing and hearing this, what was there not to understand? Xiaomi had accepted Chi Wang as its owner.
This further confirmed that Chi Wang was cohabiting with Xie.
Xie set down his helmet, walked up to Zuo, and asked in a neutral tone, “You came over without saying anything?”
Zuo snapped back to reality and replied, “There’s a document that needs your attention, so I brought it over to you.”
Hearing this, Xie didn’t say more. “Got it.”
He added, “Stay for dinner.”
Zuo wanted to wipe his sweat again. “No need; I have to get back.”
Feeling guilty like a thief, Zuo didn’t dare linger and left without looking back.
Xie watched his departing figure, frowned slightly but soon relaxed, stepped inside, and changed his shoes.
At this moment, Chi Wang was wiping Xiaomi’s four paws—first with dry tissues, then with wet ones—cleaning them thoroughly before standing up to wash his hands.
Returning after washing his hands, Chi Wang saw that Xie was already sitting on the small sofa nearby, locking eyes with Xiaomi. Neither looked away, as if in a peculiar standoff.
Chi Wang ignored them, sat down, and picked up his laptop to continue working. Just as he was about to resume, Xie’s voice sounded, “Did Zuo chat with you about anything?”
Without lifting his head, Chi Wang replied, “We didn’t chat about anything.”
He reflected on himself. He wasn’t usually so easily tricked; in previous interactions with Zuo, he hadn’t been duped into revealing anything. But this time, he had slipped up.
It was because he hadn’t fully gathered his thoughts while working that Zuo managed to take advantage.
Chi Wang didn’t like such matters becoming widely known.
Xie’s approach was actually correct. If he told his parents, Xie Yunting and Chu Qing would certainly not ignore it. Once they got involved, Chi Wang wouldn’t be as comfortable as he was now.
In fact, Chi Wang wasn’t adept at handling intimate relationships. After all, he was still young—only 19 years old by Chinese counting; he wouldn’t turn 19 officially until the summer. Acknowledging Xiao Fu as his biological brother had already taken all his effort.
If, because of the baby in his belly, he had to face Chu Qing and her husband, even if they treated him well, he would feel pressured because he wasn’t prepared.
Perhaps he wouldn’t show it on the surface and would try to adapt, but pressure is invisible and intangible, yet it truly exists in every corner. It might erupt someday.
So Xie didn’t plan to tell his parents.
Indeed, hiding it wasn’t ideal, but compared to his parents, Chi Wang was more important.
Xie also didn’t think that having an elder around to teach and comfort Chi Wang was crucial. Some people are suitable for that; some aren’t.
And Chi Wang belonged to the latter category.
The role of the auntie was just right. She was the cook, and Xie was her employer. This kind of relationship—not too close, not too distant—was very suitable for taking care of Chi Wang, providing some elder care without making him feel burdened, especially since she was paid.
Xie didn’t ask Chi Wang any more questions. He got up, leaving the space for Chi Wang to work.
Turning around, he went upstairs. After entering the bedroom, he called Zuo.
Being friends for many years, sometimes he could tell at a glance that Zuo’s reaction before leaving was off.
Xie had to admit that he was indeed a bit high-profile, whether it was wearing the scarf that Chi Wang knitted for him every day, suddenly deciding not to go abroad, or leaving work on time every day and telling Zuo he was cohabiting—all somewhat unrestrained, not like his usual style.
It wasn’t surprising that Zuo could guess something; Xie didn’t find it unexpected.
Zuo quickly answered the phone. “Hello.”
Xie asked in a low voice, “Is there something you want to ask me?”
Zuo was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and said, “Can I really ask?”
Xie said, “Go ahead.”
Zuo swallowed and said, “Can you approve a three-day leave for me? I want to rest for a few days.”
Xie paused, then asked, “Just three days?”
Zuo said, “Three days is enough; it won’t affect work. By the way, I’ll accompany my girlfriend on a business trip.”
“Okay.” Xie paused and continued, “Anything else you want to ask?”
Zuo laughed and said, “Nothing else. I don’t have that many questions.”
Xie said, “Alright, drive safely.”
Zuo said, “Got it. I’m hanging up.”
Xie replied, “Hmm.”
Zuo hung up and wiped a handful of cold sweat.
He decided to pretend he didn’t know.
After all, he still couldn’t figure out how Chi Wang, a guy, could be pregnant.
*
That night, after showering, Chi Wang climbed onto Xie’s bed. This time, he had some ideas. He lifted the thin quilt at the foot of the bed and crawled forward. The quilt was dragged along with him, becoming crumpled as he moved to the head of the bed. By the time he got there, the whole quilt was on top of him, rolled into a wrinkled mess.
He quickly crawled out, nimbly pulled the quilt toward Xie’s side, covering the top, then lifted his hips to pull the bottom, covering Xie’s feet.
Xie’s gaze fell on him for just a moment before quickly shifting away. His Adam’s apple involuntarily moved a few times.
Chi Wang was completely unaware of how attention-grabbing he was. After smoothing the right side of the quilt at the foot of the bed, he moved to the left, carefully pulling and tucking the quilt neatly, ensuring there were no wrinkles on top. Only then did he slowly retreat, lifting the quilt just enough to slip in like a liquid flowing into the bed. Throughout the entire process, not a single wrinkle appeared.
Every time, Xie was amazed by Chi Wang’s smooth and fluid technique of getting into bed.
He couldn’t help but associate—
If Chi Wang went diving, perhaps he could win a world championship.
He could get into bed without causing wrinkles; surely, he could dive without making a splash.
Sometimes, there was no need to talk to Chi Wang; he could entertain himself. One straight leg stretched out from under the quilt, swaying like a conductor’s baton, while he hummed Chopin’s Nocturne.
Xie: “…”
He lowered his eyes, the corners of his lips slightly raised, a smile flowing over his handsome face, softening his frosty demeanor.
He quietly listened to Chi Wang humming. When the tune ended, he considered whether to applaud. Just as he was thinking, a sudden “thud” sounded next to his ear.
Xie looked over and saw that Chi Wang’s leg, which had been raised high, had suddenly fallen, heavily hitting the edge of the bed.
Xie immediately sat up, grabbed Chi Wang’s leg, and saw that the fair instep had quickly developed a bruise, swelling rapidly.
Xie: “…”
He turned to look at Chi Wang, who had pulled up the quilt to cover half his face, revealing only a pair of innocent eyes meeting his gaze.
“…” Xie lowered his voice, “I’ve never seen anyone get injured on a bed.”
Chi Wang’s muffled voice came through the quilt, “Well, now you have, haha.”
Xie: “…”
What’s he laughing about?
