MWMM Chapter 73: Pregnant?

Although Yan Yuzhou wasn’t particularly interested in Grandpa Shen’s lubricant business, a few days later, he still accompanied Shen Ci to visit the old man.

Despite not having seen each other for a long time, Grandpa Shen remained as energetic as ever. The moment he saw his grandson and granddaughter-in-law, his face lit up with joy.

“Zhouzhou, that rascal Shen Ci hasn’t been bullying you, has he?” Grandpa Shen chuckled as he looked at Yan Yuzhou, whose complexion was rosy. Though he asked the question, he had already determined that the couple was getting along well, and his heart swelled with happiness.

Yan Yuzhou shook his head, smiling as he replied, “Not at all, Grandpa. Mr. Shen treats me very well.”

Shen Ci, sitting beside him, merely smiled without saying a word. While listening to his grandfather chat with Yan Yuzhou, he remained silent, but his hands never stopped adding food to Yan Yuzhou’s plate.

Before long, Yan Yuzhou’s plate was piled high like a small mountain.

Grandpa Shen took in the scene with deep satisfaction. He gave his grandson an approving glance and noticed that Shen Ci’s entire demeanor was filled with warmth, his attention solely focused on his delicate wife.

It seemed he had made the right decision in pushing them to marry back then…

After dinner, Grandpa Shen, with a meaningful look, practically shoved the two into their room.

Shen Ci stood there with a smirk, watching as Yan Yuzhou fidgeted in embarrassment—his gaze had landed on something, and his face suddenly turned red.

Following his line of sight, Shen Ci’s lips curled up in amusement.

On the bedside table, that unopened bottle of lubricant still stood there, lonely and untouched.

That night, Shen Ci finally put it to use on Yan Yuzhou. And not just once.

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Afterward, Yan Yuzhou curled up in Shen Ci’s embrace, enduring the lingering soreness in his body as he instinctively burrowed closer, his nose twitching as he sniffed the familiar scent.

Strangely enough, he had noticed some changes in himself these past few days.

His body felt sluggish, his senses dulled significantly.

In the past, he could always catch Shen Ci’s scent the moment he got close—the pleasant pine fragrance that lingered on his body. If Shen Ci was angry, Yan Yuzhou would immediately detect the sharp chill of winter snow in his pheromones.

But recently, even in the heat of passion, he had to be incredibly close—almost pressing up against Shen Ci—before he could catch even the faintest hint of his scent.

At a normal distance, it was as if his sense of smell had completely failed him. He would have to sniff for a long time just to detect the slightest trace.

Listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, Yan Yuzhou quietly pulled out his phone and did a quick search on his symptoms.

And that was when he got the shock of his life.

Countless netizens, speaking from experience, had left comments saying:

“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

He was so startled that he nearly flung his phone across the room. His hands flew up to cover his ears and eyes, as if blocking out all sound and sight could make the words disappear.

P-Pregnant?!

Was this some kind of joke?

He was a 1.8-meter-tall, full-grown man—what the hell did pregnancy have to do with him?!

When Shen Ci came out of the bathroom, he saw his omega looking as if disaster had struck, furiously ruffling his own hair in frustration. Puzzled, he asked, “What’s wrong with you?”

Yan Yuzhou wore a mournful expression, a trace of panic flashing through his eyes. “N-nothing.”

Shen Ci walked over and hugged him from behind, his stubble rubbing against the hollow of Yan Yuzhou’s neck. Thinking his omega was feeling an intense sense of insecurity after just being marked—afraid of being abandoned—he coaxed him gently, his voice full of tenderness. “Baby, you’re already mine. No overthinking.”

Yan Yuzhou hesitantly turned around and buried himself in Shen Ci’s chest, inhaling deeply, searching for that familiar scent. But after a long while, he couldn’t smell anything at all.

It’s over. Damn it, I hit the jackpot. I’m gonna have a belly full of baby.

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Last night, Yan Yuzhou secretly bought a pregnancy test, hiding it from everyone.

Early in the morning, he sneaked into the bathroom alone. Ten minutes later, he walked out with an expression of pure relief.

The pregnancy test displayed a single line—negative.

Thank god. I don’t have to give birth. They say labor is super painful, even worse than, well, that in bed.

Knowing that he wasn’t carrying a baby, Yan Yuzhou felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. Instantly, he regained his usual lively omega energy, cheerfully bouncing over to Shen Ci, who looked as gentle as ever. He leaned in and sniffed here, then there—strange, he still couldn’t smell anything.

Then, his gaze casually swept over the table, where a half-empty bottle of scent-blocking spray sat.

In an instant, everything made sense.

He narrowed his eyes unhappily at Shen Ci, who stood there motionless, letting him sniff all he wanted. Puffing up his cheeks in frustration, he demanded, “Why the hell did you spray so much scent-blocker?!”

Shen Ci raised an eyebrow and replied calmly, “Well, I do have an omega now. If some overly enthusiastic omega tries to cling to me, wouldn’t you get jealous?”

After saying that, he even leaned in close to Yan Yuzhou’s ear, deliberately acting obedient. “Wife, I’ve been so good. Shouldn’t I get a reward?”

Yan Yuzhou rolled his eyes and lightly pushed him away, then crossed his arms protectively over his body, looking wary. “Don’t even think about messing around first thing in the morning.”

Every single time, he ended up all messy and sticky, needing forever in the bathroom to clean up before he could even go out.

Seeing his omega’s obvious resistance, Shen Ci found it amusing and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

My wife, when he’s scared, is just too cute.

Shen Ci didn’t tease him any further. After breakfast, he first dropped Yan Yuzhou off at school, then instructed Xiao Wang to take him to the company.

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Today was the shareholders’ meeting.

Upon arriving at the office, Shen Ci listened to his assistant, Liang Xin, briefly go over the schedule before heading into the large conference room. Most of the shareholders had already arrived. Just as Shen Ci and Han Yun—who were the first and second largest shareholders—entered, the scheduled meeting time began.

It had been a while since he last saw shareholder Chang Fa. The man was stuffed into an overly tight suit, trying to contain his fat body, and his face was plastered with an ingratiating smile as he sat in his seat.

Seeing Shen Ci and Han Yun walk in, he was the first to stand up and greet them enthusiastically before hurrying over to Shen Ci’s side, offering him a cigarette.

Shen Ci frowned slightly but said nothing. His assistant, Liang Xin, immediately stepped in and said, “President Chang, President Shen doesn’t smoke.”

Chang Fa was momentarily stunned before quickly laughing it off. “Oh, look at me! I totally forgot about that.”

Then, still grinning, he lit one for himself and respectfully asked, “President Shen, I hope you don’t mind if I smoke?”

Shen Ci flipped open the shareholder meeting agenda in his hands and smiled faintly. “Go ahead, President Chang.”

As the smoke swirled through the air, though it was just a single cigarette, it inevitably filled the entire meeting room.

Shen Ci’s brows furrowed slightly, but out of courtesy, he endured it and allowed Chang Fa to finish his cigarette.

—

By the time the shareholders’ meeting ended, it was already five in the afternoon.

Shen Ci had timed it perfectly—when he arrived at Yan Yuzhou’s school, the bell had just rung.

Yan Yuzhou’s delicate face appeared at the school gate. The moment he spotted the Rolls-Royce parked nearby, his face lit up with a smile, and he ran over cheerfully.

As soon as he got into the car, Shen Ci pulled him into his arms with obvious affection, lowering his head for a kiss.

But suddenly, he felt the person in his arms tremble—a sharp, involuntary shudder, as if he had been startled or triggered by something.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Shen Ci frowned slightly, his eyes full of concern as he looked at Yan Yuzhou’s face.

Yan Yuzhou suddenly went soft, his whole body turning limp like boneless jade. Yet, he still struggled to push himself away, retreating into the seat and putting distance between them. He covered his nose, his brows tightly knitted together, his voice filled with displeasure.

“Why do you smell so strongly of smoke?”

Shen Ci smirked faintly, instantly recalling the cigarette Chang Fa had smoked in the conference room. Helplessly, he chuckled. “It’s not me. A shareholder was smoking, and it got on me.”

Yan Yuzhou bit his lip, refusing to lean in again. But at the same time, his expression visibly changed.

A faint sense of panic began to rise within him.

He realized—his body seemed to be unusually sensitive to the smell of smoke.

So sensitive that… he wanted it.

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