MWMM Chapter 100: You Don’t Love Me, You Only Love the Baby

It was only after getting pregnant that Yan Yuzhou realized life could be this pampered.

Having a husband completely devoted to him was a wonderful thing. Turns out, “status through pregnancy” wasn’t just a saying—it was a truth.

At this point, he was even reluctant to give birth. Once the “goods” in his belly were delivered, who’s to say Shen Ci wouldn’t revert back to that cold, stoic iceberg?

One night, lying in bed after the lights were off, he pulled Shen Ci’s big hand over and placed it on his belly, ready to have a heart-to-heart with him.

“Mr. Shen,” Yan Yuzhou’s voice was timid in the quiet night, “will you love the baby in the future?”

Shen Ci opened his eyes in the dark, raised an eyebrow, and answered, “Yes.”

“And between me and the baby…” Yan Yuzhou asked, “who will you love more?”

Shen Ci said nothing.

Yan Yuzhou immediately got upset. He had answered so quickly about loving the baby, but now that it came to loving him, Shen Ci went silent. Wasn’t it obvious then—he loved the baby, not him?

With a flick of his hand, Yan Yuzhou slapped Shen Ci’s hand off his belly, turned over, and lay with his back to him.

The next second, Shen Ci pulled him back from behind.

Yan Yuzhou’s heart leapt in joy. Shen Ci must be about to comfort him. The corners of his lips lifted ever so slightly.

Then Shen Ci spoke beside his ear, “Lie on your back. Don’t press down on the baby.”

Yan Yuzhou instantly began to whimper again.

Even his concern… was all for the baby.

“You don’t love me. You only love the baby.” Yan Yuzhou smacked his hand away again, scooted toward the edge of the bed, and turned his back to Shen Ci in a huff—full-on pout mode activated.

Shen Ci sighed in the dark. He didn’t want to argue or explain too much. Patiently, he pulled the sulking omega back into place, tucked the blanket around him carefully, and held him gently.

Yan Yuzhou, feeling Shen Ci’s tender attentiveness, felt his eyes sting. He sniffled quietly in the darkness. “After I give birth, you won’t treat me this nicely anymore…”

“Idiot.” Shen Ci couldn’t understand why this omega was jealous of his own child. He thought it was just another excuse for a tantrum and replied simply, “Don’t talk nonsense. That’s not true.”

CEO Shen, the straightest of straight men, didn’t realize that his delicate little wife at that moment needed to be held tightly and comforted sweetly.

When he heard no further complaint, he assumed the little tantrum had passed and drifted off to sleep with a peaceful heart.

Leaving his poor little wife alone in the dark, suffering a double whammy of pregnancy mood swings and depressive episodes, licking his wounds under the covers all night.

By morning, both his eyes were so swollen they looked like walnuts.

Which promptly scared the hell out of Mr. Shen.

“What’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare?” Shen Ci asked with concern, lifting his delicate little wife’s face to inspect it closely, his gaze dark and heavy with worry.

But Yan Yuzhou was still hung up on the whole “Shen Ci loves the baby, not me” ordeal, and naturally wasn’t in the mood to cooperate or respond sweetly. He tilted his chin defiantly, rolled his eyes, and left him with a single sentence: “Relax. I won’t let anything happen to your baby.”

Then he turned and left for the dining room without another word, leaving Shen Ci standing there in the bedroom, completely baffled.

Shen Ci followed him to the dining room and found Yan Yuzhou already eating porridge on his own. Not like before, when he’d sit there with his mouth open, waiting to be fed spoonful by spoonful. Shen Ci raised an eyebrow and observed silently.

He noticed that Yan Yuzhou was eating very quietly, head down, barely even looking at him. But the most telling thing—each spoonful he took was very small, clearly showing his poor appetite. Even though he could barely eat, he still refused to ask for help today. That was very unlike his usual self.

In the end, he managed to finish the bowl with some effort. Then, without a word, he placed the utensils down and left the dining room in silence.

Shen Ci finally realized something was seriously wrong. He furrowed his brow deeply.

He hurriedly finished his breakfast and returned to the bedroom, only to find it empty. Just as he was about to check the room next door, he suddenly heard sounds coming from the bathroom.

Something in his heart jolted. He moved to open the door—but it was locked.

His brow furrowed further. His sharp ears picked up on the unmistakable sound: his omega… was vomiting.

“Yan Yuzhou, open the door.”

Inside, the vomiting stopped the moment he knocked. A moment later, the sound of the toilet flushing echoed, followed by the shadowy figure inside slowly rising and walking to the sink. The faucet turned on briefly—then click, the door unlocked and opened.

Yan Yuzhou’s complexion was alarmingly pale, his eyes dull and weary, lacking any energy.

“I’m fine.” He answered before Shen Ci could even speak, slipping past him through the doorway. “Bathroom’s all yours.”

But Shen Ci reached back and grabbed his arm, brows knitted in concern. “You call this face fine?”

Yan Yuzhou bit his lip and said nothing.

Shen Ci lifted a hand to feel his forehead, then tested his own for comparison. “No fever.”

His palm then moved to Yan Yuzhou’s stomach, gently pressing. “Your morning sickness is this bad—should I feed you?”

Yan Yuzhou did like being fed by Shen Ci. But the moment he thought about how, while feeding him, Shen Ci’s mind was probably filled with thoughts about the baby’s health—not him—his heart soured again.

That’s right. He’d descended into the madness of being jealous of his own baby.

So, in a fit of petty defiance, he muttered, “No.”

Shen Ci nodded, though worry still lingered in his gaze. “Alright. I have work at the company today. Let Sister Song take care of you.”

Yan Yuzhou responded with a vague grunt, then walked over to the bed and lay down, pulling the blanket over himself—clearly intending to nap.

Looking at the heavy dark circles under those puffy “walnut eyes,” Shen Ci’s heart clenched. He stepped forward, tucked the blanket in more snugly, and pressed a gentle kiss to Yan Yuzhou’s forehead.

Yes—ever since being tricked into that French kiss with reverse psychology, kissing had become a daily routine. CEO Shen, a quick learner, had basically become fluent without a tutor. Now he often kissed his omega unprompted—completely voluntarily.

That kiss just now nearly made Yan Yuzhou cry.

Eyes closed, he pretended to be drowsy, his face peaceful, lashes trembling softly like butterfly wings. Shen Ci stayed by the bed for a full minute, quietly watching. Then he reached down to pinch his smooth, milk-white cheek. The soft, supple feel made him chuckle quietly before he turned to leave.

The moment the bedroom door clicked shut, Yan Yuzhou opened his eyes. They were clear and alert. The warmth from Shen Ci’s fingers still lingered on his cheek. He pouted, holding his empty, recently-upset stomach, feeling utterly wronged.

Meanwhile, Shen Ci, now in the car, had a thoughtful expression. He took out his phone and dialed a familiar OB-GYN from Anshi Hospital.

After he described Yan Yuzhou’s symptoms, the doctor spoke with heavy sincerity:

“This is classic prenatal depression. Pregnant omegas are far more emotionally sensitive than usual. To put it simply—things you might say offhandedly without noticing can weigh on him for a long time. In more serious cases, he’ll lose sleep, stop eating, and become emotionally dependent—desperately needing his alpha’s comfort and presence.”

After ending the call, Shen Ci fell into a deep silence. He thought of that pale, utterly drained face fresh out of the bathroom, and his chest tightened.

He turned to the driver, Xiao Wang, who had already pulled the car out of the villa district, and said, “We’re not going to the office. Turn around—we’re going back.”

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[Author’s Note]:

Zhouzhou’s pregnancy syndrome has officially entered the “overthinking and dramatic” mode. Shen Ci’s starting to feel a little pitiful… hhhhh