A week later, Feng Jingge suddenly opened her eyes.
She found that, just like last time, she was in her own room.
The only difference this time was that it wasn’t the old man staring at her—it was Xiao Jingqi.
She sat up abruptly.
“Did you bring me back?”
“You were originally from here,” Xiao Jingqi said lightly, getting up and sitting on the sofa nearby, speaking in a casual tone.
“You don’t seem too willing to come back like this?”
“What? You can’t bear to leave Xiao Jinghan?”
Feng Jingge frowned.
“I’m already married to him. Of course I can’t bear my husband.”
“And I’m pregnant with his child. I have to go back.”
Hearing that she was pregnant with Xiao Jinghan’s child, Xiao Jingqi’s expression changed slightly.
“Heh. You two really progressed fast.”
“Unfortunately, you can’t go back anymore.”
“What do you mean?” Feng Jingge’s expression tightened.
“What do you mean I can’t go back?”
“I went back last time, didn’t I?”
“That situation and this one are different,” Xiao Jingqi said after a brief pause.
“Last time you returned only briefly, but this time you’ve already been back for a week.”
“A week is enough time for a body to start…”
“I must go back!”
“And I know you definitely have a way!” Feng Jingge looked at him with hope in her eyes.
“Please think of a way to send me back, okay?”
“Sorry. I can’t.”
Xiao Jingqi said indifferently.
“Last time you were brought back because people on Xiao Jinghan’s side pulled your soul back—not me.”
“This week, no one from his side has brought you back. That means they’ve already run out of methods.”
During this week, Feng Jingge actually had some awareness while sleeping.
At times, her eyelids would tremble, her brows furrowing in pain.
Xiao Jingqi guessed that people on Xiao Jinghan’s side had been trying to bring her back.
But they likely failed.
“Feng Jingge, whether you believe it or not, what I’m saying is the truth.”
“After your soul left, your body entered a brain-dead state, but still maintained breathing.”
“So your soul returning here causes no issue.”
“But Feng Jingge over there is already dead.”
“So if your soul leaves for too long, even if they manage to bring you back, that body has already started decomposing.”
“You really can’t go back anymore.”
“No… if I don’t go back, what about Xiao Jinghan?” Feng Jingge’s voice trembled as she touched her belly.
“What about my child?”
“Are they going to grow up without a father?”
Her eyes reddened.
Xiao Jingqi felt slightly moved and stood up.
“Maybe you and Xiao Jinghan were never meant to have a fate together.”
After a pause, he added as if comforting her:
“If you are destined, maybe one day you will meet again.”
Then he turned and walked toward the kitchen.
Feng Jingge sat motionless on the bed.
Could she really meet him again?
One in the ancient world, one in the modern world—how could they possibly meet?
Xiao Jinghan… how are you now?
You must look disheveled and unshaven by now, even your clothes wrinkled.
Without me, you must live well.
Please… don’t do anything foolish.
When Xiao Jingqi brought out the freshly cooked noodles, he saw Feng Jingge staring blankly out the window.
His gaze deepened slightly.
“Eat something.”
He did not hand her the steaming bowl directly, but sat beside her instead.
“You just woke up, you don’t have much strength. Let me feed you.”
Feng Jingge shook her head.
“I don’t want to eat.”
“If you’re pregnant and don’t eat, your baby will go hungry too.”
“After birth, the child could become malnourished.”
“And your emotions will affect him too. He may become introverted.”
“In severe cases, he might even develop social withdrawal issues.”
At the mention of her child, Feng Jingge’s resolve softened.
The man placed the noodles in front of her, and she slowly began eating.
Xiao Jingqi watched silently.
“Feng Jingge, since I cooked for you, do me a favor.”
She glanced at him but didn’t ask what it was.
Xiao Jingqi continued:
“My mother has cancer. She only has one year left.”
“She said before she dies, she wants to see me have a girlfriend.”
“So I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend and meet her, so she can rest easy.”
“Your mother?” Feng Jingge finally reacted. “So she’s Xiao Jinghan’s mother?”
Xiao Jingqi nodded.
“Yes. Will you help me with this?”
Feng Jingge thought for a moment.
“I’m pregnant. Isn’t it inappropriate to pretend to be your girlfriend?”
“You can’t tell. My mother won’t suspect anything.”
“I just want her to feel at ease. That’s all.”
In the end, Feng Jingge agreed.
After all, it was Xiao Jinghan’s mother.
She also genuinely wanted to meet her future mother-in-law.
Three days later, Xiao Jingqi brought Feng Jingge to his home.
He had already informed his mother in advance that he was bringing his girlfriend.
As soon as Feng Jingge entered, Mrs. Xiao came out warmly to greet her.
“Oh, my daughter-in-law is here! Come in, come in!”
“I made all your favorite dishes. Come try my cooking.”
Because of her pregnancy, Feng Jingge wore loose casual clothes.
Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, her face bare of makeup.
Simple and youthful.
Mrs. Xiao liked her immediately.
“Thank you, Auntie.”
Feng Jingge stared at Mrs. Xiao for a moment in a daze.
Because Xiao Jinghan looked very much like her.
“What’s wrong?” Xiao Jingqi asked when he noticed her pause.
Snapping back, Feng Jingge shook her head.
“Nothing.”
She sat down at the table, which was filled with her favorite dishes.
She felt a bit puzzled—how did Xiao Jingqi know what she liked to eat?
“Try this sweet and sour pork ribs.”
“Jingqi said it’s your favorite, and this pork tenderloin, and salt-and-pepper shrimp…”
Mrs. Xiao kept adding food to her bowl until it was nearly overflowing.
“Thank you, Auntie.”
“We’re family. No need to be so polite.”
Mrs. Xiao suddenly slapped her forehead.
“Oh right! There’s also seafood soup you like. I’ll go bring it out.”
As Mrs. Xiao went into the kitchen, Feng Jingge took the opportunity to ask Xiao Jingqi:
“How do you know what I like to eat?”
Xiao Jingqi continued eating calmly.
“That old man told me.”
Her master?
That old man—she hadn’t seen him since waking up.
Probably off traveling the world again.
“Seafood soup is here!”
As Mrs. Xiao came out holding the soup, Feng Jingge quickly stood up.
“Auntie, let me help.”
“No need, no need. Just sit and eat.”
Mrs. Xiao was extremely warm toward her, making Feng Jingge slightly uncomfortable.
After sitting down again, Mrs. Xiao smiled.
“Jingge, you must really like Jingqi, right?”
“He’s almost thirty now. I’m getting old too, and I don’t know how much longer I’ll live.”
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