My Contract Husband Won't Behave - Chapter 63
Nie Jingzhi stopped changing shoes and looked outside.
The black Rolls-Royce stood directly before the main gate, glaringly obvious and entirely unobscured.
“…”
Wasn’t he supposed to park farther behind?
She calmly continued with her shoes. “Mm. We scheduled the prenatal appointment today.”
Xu Wei put down her cup, came over, and took her hand. “Tell me honestly. Is there truly nothing between you?”
Guilt stirred beneath that knowing gaze. “Nothing. He’s only taking me to the appointment. As the father, he should.”
Xu Wei watched for two seconds, then probed with a smile. “If he cares for you and the baby, why doesn’t he marry you?”
Nie Jingzhi’s parents shared the same view of her unmarried pregnancy: she was pregnant, so she could have the baby. Their family could certainly afford to raise a child.
Whether Bo Jiusi accepted responsibility concerned his conscience; they would never force him to marry their daughter. Without feelings, marriage would not make her happy. If the Bo family neglected or bullied her, they would have to retrieve their crying daughter—both humiliating and painful.
Xu Wei privately believed twenty-six was an appropriate age to have a child, and a baby with Bo Jiusi’s genes was unlikely to turn out badly.
Everything she and Nie Zong had built existed to support their daughter, freeing her from convention and public judgment when making life’s choices. Marriage did not matter so long as she lived happily.
Reputation? No one controlled other people’s mouths. The Nie family did not care, and even if matters became troublesome, solutions existed.
Seeing the test, Nie Jingzhi nearly said, *We already registered.* The words reached her lips and stopped.
Their marriage had begun as a mutually beneficial arrangement. Once she accomplished what she needed to do, they would still divorce…
If she told her mother now, how could she explain later?
Her lashes lowered sadly. “You’re overthinking. He’s simply responsible.”
Before Xu Wei could ask further, she collected her bag. “I’ll be late. The doctor will be unhappy.”
She hurried out. Xu Wei shook her head helplessly. Her daughter was hiding something. If matters with Bo Jiusi were progressing well, why hadn’t she told her family?
She sighed. “Auntie Xue.”
“Madam?” Auntie Xue leaned from the kitchen.
“Have them stew chicken soup for Jingzhi tonight.”
“All right.”
***
Outside, the driver personally opened the door. Nie Jingzhi smiled and entered.
Bo Jiusi sat across the rear seat in a black suit, reading material on a tablet. She glanced over. It seemed to concern pregnancy care.
“Morning, Master Jiu. Studying this early?”
He put away the tablet and looked her over. She adjusted her hair, entirely confident in her appearance.
“We’ll finish early and eat breakfast nearby.”
He told Feng Wu to drive them to the hospital.
“Are we seeing Dr. Zhou?” she asked with a deliberately sunny smile.
He turned. “You’re eager?”
“Extremely. I can hardly wait.”
His face blackened, his aura turning cold.
“It is your first time accompanying me to a prenatal appointment. Of course I’m eager.”
His expression froze. He pinched her chin, his threat more playful than menacing. “Try leaving a sentence half-finished again.”
She smiled too. When he released her, she leaned close and shook out her skirt. “Well? I chose this specially.”
He had noticed long ago. Unlike her usual provocative style, today’s knit dress was conservative and covered everything it should. It was subdued, but could not conceal her beauty.
He said nothing. She saw that the coldness had left his face.
“You don’t need to dress this way for me. Wear what you like.”
She raised a surprised brow. Didn’t men prefer their women conservatively dressed? Yet he wanted her to wear whatever she liked.
Warmth moved through her. Reaching for his hand, she discovered a lemon-scented sachet in it.
She paused, then linked her arm through his. “Thank you, Master Jiu.”
His throat moved awkwardly.
At the hospital, obstetrics was on the fifth floor. The elevator was crowded. He stood behind her with a hand hovering protectively at her lower back, enclosing her so no one could jostle her.
Nie Jingzhi leaned into his chest and breathed the faint chamomile scent of his clothing, eyes closing in comfort.
Zhou Ke’s office door stood open.
“Morning, Brother Ke,” she greeted brightly.
He looked up and smiled. “Little Jingzhi, sit. Ah-Jiu—”
The words stopped as Bo Jiusi entered expressionlessly and fixed his gaze on Zhou Ke.
Recently, his looks toward Zhou Ke had become strangely meaningful.
Sweating faintly, Zhou Ke greeted him. “Sit, Ah-Jiu.”
After Nie Jingzhi sat, Bo Jiusi remained behind her, looking down at the doctor.
Zhou Ke wiped his brow and opened the chart with strict professionalism. “Any recent discomfort?”
She considered. “Occasional nausea, but far better than before.”
“That’s normal. Morning sickness should gradually ease after the first trimester. Rest, avoid exhaustion, keep your food light…”
He quickly completed the test forms. “Blood first, then ultrasound.”
As Nie Jingzhi reached, another hand took the paper first.
Zhou Ke’s hand froze in the air and silently withdrew.
Nie Jingzhi looked at Bo Jiusi. Without expression, he said, “Thanks,” caught her wrist, and pulled her up.
“Brother Ke, we’ll go ahead.” She waved with a smile.
Zhou Ke forced one back. “Good. Go ahead.”
When the door closed, he exhaled deeply and drank water. Something felt wrong.
Bo Jiusi had looked strange the last time he encountered Nie Jingzhi here. Today it was unmistakable.
Could he still be thinking about that *first love* issue?
Zhou Ke set down the glass, unable to sit comfortably.
***
Outside, Nie Jingzhi asked, “Why are you walking so fast? You’re not still brooding over the past, are you?”
