Chapter 213 Let Me Give You a Massage (1/2)

Shi Qianqian had just entered the fourth month of her pregnancy, so the bulge in her tummy was not that obvious. When she arrived, Xin Qing was hugging the trash can and retching into it.

”I've been pregnant twice and yet I've never experienced such terrible sickness,” Shi Qianqian said. Shi Qianqian was currently seated on the couch while munching on the tropical fruits that Ying Qingcang had air-shipped into the country for Xin Qing. Shi Qianqian sighed. ”Yours is definitely a son. And I bet he'll be a naughty one,” she remarked.

Xin Qing looked at up her friend tiredly. ”You didn't seem to have experienced this kind of torture when you had your son back then!”

”My son is obedient while yours must have taken after his father,” Shi Qianqian said, laughing. ”Hey, where's Ah Sha?”

”Oh, she's gone to her advertisement filming!”

Shi Qianqian frowned. ”But my son has already returned? Isn't that the ad for Caesar Academy?”

”Ah Sha has to do more than one ad. She's got at least a few on her hands!” Xin Qing sighed. ”I really don't understand why she's so willing to participate in those filmings. They have all been approved by Ying Qingcang, though. Otherwise, my mind wouldn't be at ease.”

”Come on, I'm sure there's nothing for you to worry about since Xunxun's there!” said Shi Qianqian in a tone of envy. ”Ah Sha is practically being raised by Xunxun at this point. Even as her mother, there's nothing for you to worry about.” Then, Shi Qianqian took out a large mason jar from a plastic bag and placed it on the table.

”What's this?” Xin Qing placed down the trash can and picked up the jar.

Shi Qianqian tapped the glass surface of the jar. ”Your sister asked me to give it to you!”

”Yudie?” Xin Qing said, momentarily dazed. ”Didn't she follow Huang Jianbin back to his hometown?”

Something major happened back at Huang Jianbin's hometown. Their entire family had gone back. Xin Yudie had given Xin Qing a call before they left. Apparently, they would not be returning until the second half of the year!

Shi Qianqian opened the jar. ”Her nanny gave it to me,” said Shi Qianqian. ”Apparently, it's a remedy for morning sickness. You'll stop throwing up after having it.”

”Really?” Xin Qing's eyes sparkled.

Shi Qianqian shrugged. ”I never tried it. She was the one who claimed that it works. Why don't you try it out? I mean, what do you have to lose anyway? At least it's better than starving to death.”

That night, during dinner, Ying Qingcang saw Xin Qing carrying a mason jar around. Frowning, he asked her: ”What's in the jar? Is it edible?”

”Dried plums,” Xin Qing said, narrowing her eyes. ”Yudie made it herself. It's very effective, you know. I had chicken soup this afternoon, and I didn't throw up!”

Ying Qingcang's expression instantly relaxed. ”It's good that she can now eat something,” he thought.

”Still, you shouldn't be overeating. Beware of stomachaches!”

Xin Qing leaned herself against his shoulder and picked up a piece of dried plum. ”Try some?”

”Nope,” Ying Qingcang declined without hesitation. The sourness of the plums brought tingles to his root canals even from far away. Ying Qingcang felt the acid pooling in his stomach as he watched Xin Qing casually bite into a piece.

Xin Qing could start having normal meals again all thanks to the dried plums. By having a few pieces of plums per day, Xin Qing's appetite returned, and she would not throw up no matter what she ate. Ying Qingcang's mind could finally be at ease. Then again, it did not take long for him to start fretting again.

Holding Xin Qing in his arms to sleep every night was akin to physical torture. Xin Qing did ask him to sleep on the couch, though he refused. He was practically dry humping Xin Qing's body every night, which led to all kinds of kissing and stroking. Then he ended up having to take a cold shower after all his shenanigans.

”Why are you wearing your pyjamas?” Apparently, His Lordship Ying was displeased again tonight.

Xin Qing rolled her eyes at him. ”Weren't you complaining about how much you've been suffering?”

”Sleeping with clothes on is a form of suffering,” Ying Qingcang said, peeling off the blanket. Then, in a few moves, he got rid of her pyjamas and pulled her into his arms, buck naked. ”I can't touch you right now since you're pregnant. If you sleep with clothes on, I won't even get to enjoy the benefits of hugging you to sleep.”

Xin Qing opened her mouth and bit down on his chest. ”Oh, stop saying such childish things! How old are you anwyay?”

Ying Qingcang's hands slid up to her breasts and began stroking. ”According to the books, frequent massages during pregnancy will aid in lactation later on,” he said as his hands continued massaging her breasts. In the end, he figured he might as well bring his lips into play too. His ministrations had awakened a tingling desire inside her. Heat pooled at her lower belly.

”Mm... stop it,” she said, pushing Ying Qingcang away. ”This is torture. Plus, aren't you suffering as well?”

At the sight of her tiny, blushing face, Ying Qingcang felt his member hardened even further. He drew Xin Qing into his arms and held her close, so much so that there was not a single gap separating their skin. ”Just hold on for one more month, okay? We'll be able to have sex again after the third month. By then, I'll make you feel good!”

Xin Qing scowled and turned away from him. ”What an obstinate man,” she thought. ”I'm pretty sure he's the one who's craving it...”

Young Master Shen walked into Ying Qingcang's office. ”Tsk, tsk,” he said, tossing a folder to Ying Qingcang. ”Can't believe such a loyal woman exists in this world!”