Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 250 - 224: You’re Not Getting Any Younger

The two came out from the hospital after the check-up and just returned to Yujing Apartment when they received a call from Ye Lin.

According to common customs, pregnancy is generally not announced widely before the first trimester is complete. Perhaps Dean Han was just too excited, and given his good relationship with the Fu Family, he couldn’t resist calling Fu Jue to show off upon hearing the news.

Originally, he was married before Fu Jue, had children before Fu Jue, and now even his kids were getting married and having children before Fu Jue’s.

Tsk, this feeling of being one step ahead is truly exhilarating.

Especially back in the day when everyone in their circle paid excessive attention to Fu Jue.

Now, so many years later, he is still the one to enjoy the happiness of family life first.

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Fu Jue’s reaction was rather calm, but Ye Lin, who was by his side and overheard the phone call, couldn’t hide the envy in her words.

Hence the call that night.

Fu Yisi had a guess in his heart when he saw the caller ID on the phone screen. He gently patted Ji Sang’s back,

"Go freshen up first, and don’t touch your forehead."

Ji Sang thought it was an important work-related call and nodded her head.

After Ji Sang went upstairs, Fu Yisi then answered the call.

"Mom."

"Is Ah Shang by your side?"

"She’s freshening up."

Hearing this, Ye Lin dared to start the topic.

"I heard that Han City’s daughter-in-law is pregnant."

Fu Yisi walked out to the balcony.

"Uh-huh."

"Ah, Su Ge came to our house before. I didn’t expect her to get pregnant so quickly. With her pregnancy, she’ll have to put her work on hold, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"Did they plan it, or... was it an accident?"

Fu Yisi slightly squinted his eyes, recalling the reaction at Jintang and Han City’s earlier.

It didn’t seem planned.

It seemed more like something Su Ge intentionally orchestrated.

Fu Yisi chuckled softly.

"Mom, what are you trying to say?"

"..."

Ye Lin snorted,

"You very well know what I mean."

Fu Yisi let out a sigh,

"I don’t know."

Ye Lin: ....

"Don’t play dumb with me. Tell me, is it that you don’t want kids?"

Fu Yisi raised an eyebrow.

"How could you think that?"

"Just look at you, busy until late every day. When you were single, I couldn’t say much, but now that you’re married, Ah Shang finally gets to rest at home, and what about you? Coming home so late, if that isn’t reluctance to have children, what is it?"

Fu Yisi: ....

Does coming home late from work definitely affect the process of having children?

Definitely not.

However, Fu Yisi smiled again,

"Well, I do want to enjoy the world of just the two of us for a bit longer."

"I knew it! Fu Yisi, you’re not young anymore, you should hurry up. Do you think I have all the time in the world to wait for grandchildren?"

Ye Lin’s voice shook with frustration.

"It was the same with getting married. Your father and I worried for so long, and we never saw you with a girlfriend. I even thought you were gay for a second."

Fu Yisi: ...

"You’re also not young anymore. In a few months, you’ll be twenty-nine, technically thirty. It’s time to consider having kids."

Ye Lin was earnest, having wanted grandchildren for a long time. But she was afraid of pressuring Ji Sang and affecting their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship, so she could only start from Fu Yisi’s side.

But since he was young, Fu Yisi was hardly an obedient person—

Almost no one could sway his decisions, not even Fu Zhixing.

Let alone on the matter of having children, such an important issue.

"Still counting by virtual age."

Ye Lin: ....

"You’re almost thirty yourself!"

"Yes, I’m aware."

Ye Lin sighed, knowing that Fu Yisi wasn’t really taking it in.

"Ah Shang is also 25, a delay of one more year at most. Otherwise, it will be tough to get pregnant later, and the body will have a hard time recovering."

This time, Fu Yisi actually gave a direct response.

"Mhm."

After hanging up the phone, Ye Lin sighed.

As expected, it was only when mentioning Ah Shang that this kid Fu Yisi would listen.

"How did it go?"

Standing beside her, Fu Jue asked softly.

Ye Lin rolled her eyes.

"Weren’t you just saying that my calling them is meddling in their married life?"

Fu Jue placed his hands behind his back and coughed lightly.

"As you thought, your son still wants to enjoy a world of two; he’s not in a rush to have kids."

Fu Jue nodded.

"Mhm, that’s their thought. They haven’t been married long, let’s not pressure them."

Ye Lin: ...

"Don’t tell me you don’t want to hold a grandchild?"

Fu Jue: ....

Speechless.

At a certain age, with a successful career and family business, what one pursues are nothing but a happy and fulfilled life and the companionship of children and grandchildren.

...

The autumn nights in S city are quite chilly and damp.

Min Yunwen, wearing a thin coat, curls up on a rocking chair in the yard.

His eyes are tightly closed, his brows furrowed, his complexion pale, and his lips even more so lifeless.

It’s unclear how long he has been curled up on the chair, but the little bit of mist in the air has already dampened his hair.

Thin by nature, Min Yunwen’s frail figure is even more pronounced in this curled-up position, with the bones of his shoulders protruding, igniting pity.

Upon closer inspection, Min Yunwen’s left hand is clasping his right arm tightly.

Only a few stars are scattered across the night sky, and the wind rustles the still lush leaves of the tree in the yard.

The quietness accentuates the loneliness.

After being exposed to the wind for too long, Min Yunwen finally couldn’t bear it any longer, he moans softly, curling up even tighter with half of the rocking chair left empty.

His right arm hurts.

Especially during the cold and humid seasons of autumn and winter.

The humidity is so heavy that his right hand hurts too much to do anything.

Too much pain.

Yet, Min Yunwen, as if masochistically, would always lie in the yard during these times.

To feel the wind, the cold, the pain.

It’s not that he truly lost his love for photography, but that he no longer has the capability.

How could someone who can’t hold a camera steady claim to be a photographer?

"Ding-a-ling-a-ling-"

The ringtone of the phone inside the house goes off. Min Yunwen’s eyebrows twitch, but he doesn’t open his eyes. After the ringing stops, Min Yunwen makes no move to answer.

But the person calling is persistent, calling one time after another, determined to get Min Yunwen to pick up.

The ringtone is piercing.

After the third call, Min Yunwen finally gets up, shuffles into the house in his slippers.

Looking at the screen, Min Yunwen flops down on the sofa and answers the call.

"What do you want?"

His voice is somewhat weak, but his tone is quite abrasive.

"Is your hand hurting again?"

"Jiang Yun do you have a f*cking problem? Calling me in the middle of the night just for this damn trivial matter?"

"So, does it hurt or not?"

Min Yunwen hangs up immediately.

Jiang Yun calls again.

The moment Min Yunwen answers, Jiang Yun quickly says,

"Don’t hang up, there’s something."