Pregnant with twins, married to billionaire CEO

Fu Shangbei chased to the door and stretched out an arm to stop his angry wife. She looked cute and pitiful when she was angry. The man said softly: "You have to hug me every night to fall asleep. You can't sleep when I sleep in the guest room."

"Did you misunderstand something?" Yan Nuo stretched out his index finger and placed it on the man's chest, saying sarcastically, "It's not that I have to hold you in my arms to sleep. I can also sleep with a big white bear in my arms."

"It's because I can't sleep without you." The man changed his words, stretched out his hand to hold the finger, and gazed tenderly at his wife's gentle face: "Wife, I apologize to you for asking for a divorce just now. In fact, I haven't finished what I said just now."

"If you haven't finished, then don't finish. What you said wasn't nice to hear anyway."

"Can you give me a chance to explain?"

"Then I'll give you a chance and force you to finish." Yan Nuo retracted his fingers, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and walked back to the stool in front of the piano and sat down, with an expression of "Go ahead and talk, I'm listening", so pure, so tolerant.

"Thank you, my wife, for being understanding and willing to give me a chance to explain." Fu Shangbei curled the corners of his lips. He finally managed to avoid sleeping in the study. He was so happy that he half squatted down, took Yan Nuo's hand and squeezed it softly.

"Explain it quickly and don't touch me." Yan Nuo rolled his eyes at the man unhappily.

Fu Shangbei coughed lightly and said seriously: "The doctor said that there is nothing wrong with my body, but my mental problems... He was surprised that I haven't had an attack in the past three months. He thinks my mental problems are gradually getting better. This has never happened before. I used to have an attack every month, and I had to rely on my own endurance and acupuncture to relieve it."

"So what have you done in the past three months? Do you remember? Will you be able to get better if you follow these three months?" Yan Nuo was very concerned about his condition, and even when he was angry, he couldn't help but show his concern.

Fu Shangbei raised the corners of his lips and looked deeply into his wife's eyes: "I have only done one thing in the past three months, which is to end my personal life and start a new life with you. Maybe you are the key to solving my psychological problems."

"Is this true? You're not lying just to avoid sleeping in the guest room, are you? How could I be the key?" Yan Nuo frowned in confusion.

"It's because of you that I know how serious my illness is. It's because I live with you that I've gotten better. If you ask me to give you a scientific explanation, I can't explain this phenomenon."

"Then, can that room be demolished?" Yan Nuo was still very skeptical about this statement, mainly because the explanation was too bizarre. She hadn't done anything during this period, so how could it become the key factor in curing his psychological problems?

"Not yet... I'm afraid I'll have problems later..." Fu Shangbei lowered his eyes in grief, lost for a few seconds, and then cheered up again: "If I can't completely overcome it after the baby is born, I won't live here anymore."

Curing an illness cannot be accomplished overnight. Yan Nuo understood this and stopped asking questions about it. It is better not to rub salt into his wounds easily.

"Another thing, do you still want a divorce?" Yan Nuo's eyes were cold.

"No, I won't leave." How could Fu Shangbei dare to disobey her? This girl seemed easy to talk to at ordinary times, but she could be very fierce when she was angry. She could even drive him out of the bedroom. It was so scary.

"Although you have an attitude, you still hurt me. I was heartbroken when I heard you say you wanted a divorce just now." Yan Nuo looked sad and hurt.

Fu Shangbei stared blankly at his wife's sudden change from indifference to sadness. After confirming that she was pretending, he boldly revealed: "Why don't I feel your heartache?"

"It's my heartache, not yours. It's strange that you can feel it."

"…Then what do you want me to do?"

"I won't give you a back massage anymore."

"So, you don't need to rub your back, and your heart won't hurt? You don't want to fulfill that promise, right?"

"Too tired." Yan Nuo pouted proudly.

"Okay, I won't do it again in the future." Fu Shangbei smiled lovingly, "I'll give you a back massage and leg massage in the future, how about that? Can you forgive me?"

"Okay, I forgive you." Yan Nuo yawned and blinked his dry eyes.

Fu Shangbei said distressedly: "Let's go back to the room and sleep now, okay?"

"Yeah." Yan Nuo lay in the man's arms. Without the psychological pressure, sleep came to her like a mountain in an instant.

"Go to sleep." Fu Shangbei picked her up and carried her sideways.

Jiang's mother, who had been pretending to wipe the table in the living room, felt relieved when she saw the couple coming out of the piano room. She tactfully got up and went into the kitchen to heat two cups of milk and brought them upstairs.

"Master, drink some milk and you will sleep better."

"Yeah." Fu Shangbei took the milk, put it on the bedside table, picked up a cup and came to Yan Nuo: "Wife, drink it before going to sleep."

"That's too much. I'll drink half. Next time, tell Jiang Ma not to pour so much. Half will be enough. Otherwise, I'll have to go to the bathroom again after drinking it."

"Okay, I'll tell Mother Jiang later." Fu Shangbei responded.

Yan Nuo lowered his head and drank half a cup of milk in one breath, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and lay down in the quilt. Fu Shangbei drank the remaining half, and then drank the other cup completely. He walked out with the two empty cups, handed them to Jiang Ma, and repeated what Yan Nuo had just said.

Jiang Ma nodded: "There is a fixed amount of milk every day. This is the advice given by the nanny. The eldest young lady should drink half a cup at noon and half a cup at night. This way, you will get enough nutrition every day."

"Then do as you say." Jiang Ma went downstairs. When Fu Shangbei returned to the bedroom, Yan Nuo was already sleeping soundly in bed with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth.

A faint chuckle escaped from Fu Shangbei's nose. He lifted the quilt and lay down in it, gently hugging the sleeping person.

Yan Nuo moved over naturally, put her hands on the man's waist, touched him, and found a comfortable position to hug him.

Four days later, it was time for the prenatal check-up.