TPLTMOE – Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Extra 2 – Pregnancy (2)

Ling Ran nodded obediently: "I listened..."

He stretched both arms out from under the blankets, waving them slightly at the enigma to signal he wanted to be carried up.

Jiang Zhiyu untied the necktie wrapped around his fingers and tossed it aside, then completely removed the trench coat covering him.

The little Omega beneath wasn't wearing pants, and his shirt had ridden up during the movements, revealing a slightly rounded belly. His entire body was snow-white and soft, glowing against the dark bedsheets.

Jiang Zhiyu still didn't come to carry him. Instead, he removed his coat and sat by the bed, releasing pheromones at an excruciatingly slow pace.

Ling Ran had already been missing him terribly. Now, bathed in the intense aroma of tequila, every pore in his body seemed to struggle open, desperately craving more enigma pheromones to invade him. The baby in his belly felt the same, soaking up the powerful, comforting presence.

But while the pheromones were strong, they were given sparingly—as if being rationed, just small sips at a time with no chance for more.

Jiang Zhiyu produced a device from somewhere and gently pressed it against the little Omega's abdomen through the thin fabric. The instrument could monitor the fetus's vital signs. Only after confirming all readings were normal did Jiang Zhiyu put it away.

Finally, he leaned down and gathered the little Omega into his arms: "Skipping meals counts as listening to me, hmm?"

Ling Ran ducked his head slightly, murmuring in defense: "I... I ate today..."

At least he'd had lunch.

Before leaving, Jiang Zhiyu had specifically instructed him to eat proper meals on schedule. Given Ling Ran's consistently poor physical condition, Jiang Zhiyu had started worrying early about potential difficulties during childbirth, hence his strictness as a precaution.

Sure enough, the moment vigilance slipped or when Jiang Zhiyu wasn't there to supervise, things escalated to needing three or five doctors summoned. It really was impossible to leave him alone for even a moment.

Knowing he'd messed up, Ling Ran nuzzled against Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder, turning his head to try and placate him with a kiss. But the enigma refused to cooperate, leaning back just enough for Ling Ran to miss.

Pouting slightly with a mix of remorse and pleading, he whispered, "I know I was wrong, hubby... I won't do it again... Please kiss me? I missed you so, so much..."

His words were heartbreakingly sincere—evident from the nest on the bed built entirely from clothes saturated with enigma pheromones. But mistakes couldn't be forgiven so easily. Jiang Zhiyu was determined to teach him a lesson.

Fingers slipped beneath layers of fabric, parting them like peeling away the skin of ripe fruit to reveal the sweet, tempting nectar within. The luscious juice misbehaved, dripping wantonly along thick, powerful fingers.

Jiang Zhiyu lifted his hand, tongue swiping over the grape-scented essence between his fingers. The flavor exploded on his palate—smooth, honeyed, bursting with rose fragrance—before sliding down his throat, rapidly absorbed by his body.

"Song Yi mentioned you skipped dinner too?"

Ling Ran felt like grape flesh violently churned in a juicer, his body already glistening with a thin layer of sweat that clung to his fair, delicate skin.

With a hint of tears in his voice and his consciousness hazy, he shook his head weakly. "N-no... I'm not..."

"Not hungry, huh?" Jiang Zhiyu kissed the nape of his neck and chuckled. "Then let's do something else."

"Until you are hungry."

Xu Guanyi had repeatedly warned them—an Omega during pregnancy must avoid strenuous activity, or it might jostle the baby.

Well, as long as it wasn't strenuous.

Slow. Meticulous.

Deliberate, lingering, savoring every motion.

Like the most patient, indulgent craftsman carefully distilling a rich, intoxicating tequila wine.

By the time Ling Ran woke, it was nearly dusk, the room dim around him. Disoriented, he stared blankly at the carved wooden ceiling above, trying to push himself up—only for his arms to tremble weakly, sending him collapsing back onto the plush, expansive bed.

The blanket slipped from his chest, and when he glanced down at himself, his wide, glistening eyes immediately flew open in shock. He hastily yanked the covers back over himself and lay frozen, not daring to move.

How could he forget? Last night had been the harshest punishment since his pregnancy. If he hadn't finally resorted to crying that his stomach—no, inside—hurt, the Enigma might not have stopped, as if eager for an early introduction to the baby.

The door creaked open, and Ling Ran quickly shut his eyes, feigning sleep while holding his breath, straining to hear the approaching footsteps.

The mattress dipped beside him, and before he could react, he was lifted and flipped over, forced onto his hands and knees.

A large, steady hand cradled his swollen belly from behind—firm, unshakable.

Then Ling Ran felt himself thrown back into the juicer.

Pretending to sleep was no longer an option. His eyes flew open as he whimpered and sobbed.

But the Enigma wasn't fooled this time. He hauled Ling Ran up effortlessly, arms strong enough to lift his entire weight.

Tears pooled in Ling Ran's eyes as he glanced sideways, catching only a glimpse of the Enigma's corded, veined forearms holding him aloft.

Before him was a thick wooden bedpost. His small hands were pressed against it, leaving him nowhere to go—forward was the unyielding pillar, behind him, the Enigma's scorching chest. With a shuddering gasp, his knees buckled, his full weight sinking back helplessly—

Big.

This time, Ling Ran was truly hungry. He didn't need Jiang Zhiyu to feed him—he eagerly grabbed the bowl and chopsticks himself.

The meal had been brought to their room by a servant, and Jiang Zhiyu held him close, letting him sit on his lap.

Ling Ran ate with relish, deciding that obediently eating was far better. At least meals didn't turn him into juice—other activities carried far higher risks.

Once he finished, Jiang Zhiyu wiped his mouth and asked if he wanted fruit.

Ling Ran requested grapes, and soon a servant brought in a bunch of fragrant Muscats.

Jiang Zhiyu watched as he ate—restrained, stopping after a dozen or so, knowing better than to overindulge.

The old master sent someone to summon them to the main hall again. Jiang Zhiyu stroked the soft, pliant body of his little Omega in his arms, not intending to take him out. But Ling Ran felt it would be impolite to always stay in the room, so in the end, Jiang Zhiyu gave him a quick bath, dressed him, and carried him out.

Only the old master and a few elders were drinking tea in the main hall. When the two entered, the elders' expressions became somewhat uncomfortable.

The old master coughed twice and said, "Xiao Ran, get down first. With so many elders present, this is hardly proper."

Ling Ran's face flushed slightly. He had already struggled to walk on his own at the door, but Jiang Zhiyu merely pinched his bottom, making him cling tighter.

Ling Ran wiggled his legs again and whispered in the enigma's ear, "I want to get down."

Not only did Jiang Zhiyu not let him go, he strode over with his long legs and sat down beside the old master, turning the little Omega in his arms so he sat securely against his chest.

The old master: "......"

The other elders: "......"

The old master's expression darkened. Ling Ran could have come back alone—what was his damned son here for? Other than angering him or opposing him, what else could he do?

"Fine," the old master said. "You go back alone tonight. Xiao Ran will stay at the old residence for a few more days. Since you're busy with work, it's better if I arrange for someone to take care of him here."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu's lips curled faintly as he replied bluntly, "No."

The old master: "Why not? Hasn't he been staying well here these past few days?"

Jiang Zhiyu: "He needed a doctor on the very first night. You call that "well"?"

The old master slammed the table. "So what if he ate a little more? Xiao Ran looks too thin-you never let him have good food normally. Do you think it's easy for an Omega to bear your child? If you knew how to cherish him more, I wouldn't have to worry so much!"

The elders nearby quickly tried to mediate.

"Alright, alright, this should be a happy occasion. Why do you two always clash like you've swallowed gunpowder? Don't scare Xiao Ran and the baby."

"Zhiyu, your father has been taking great care of Xiao Ran-we can all see that. You can't fault him just because of one small oversight."

"Pregnancy comes with many considerations, and Omegas are naturally more delicate. As long as the doctor says it's nothing serious, it's fine."

Ling Ran could sense the enigma beside him restraining himself. He reached out and wrapped his small hand around Jiang Zhiyu's long, powerful fingers, silently reassuring him that he was fine.

But under the table, Jiang Zhiyu gently covered the little Omega's stomach. "Since you know he's delicate and requires careful attention, you should have taken better care of him. Overeating during pregnancy leads to excessive nutrition, which can cause the baby to grow too large and make delivery difficult. His diet must be strictly controlled—measured portions at fixed times, adjusted according to his health indicators."

"No one can take care of him properly except me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the elders across from them looked astonished.

When had they ever seen Jiang Zhiyu personally devote himself to caring for someone—and with such meticulous attention?

This was practically a world wonder.

The old man was also left speechless by these words. Indeed, no one understood Ling Ran's physical condition better than Jiang Zhiyu. For the sake of the little Omega and the baby, it did seem safer to let Ling Ran go home with Jiang Zhiyu.

Reluctantly, the old man gave in and allowed Ling Ran to return with Jiang Zhiyu.

After the trial at the old residence, Jiang Zhiyu seemed to have mastered the secret to extracting fresh grape juice.

He asked Xu Guanyi about its feasibility, and Xu Guanyi said moderate exercise was actually beneficial for a pregnant Omega's physical and mental health—as long as the method was appropriate and not overdone.

Jiang Zhiyu experimented with various methods, eventually settling on a few that were both safe and mind-blowing.

Meanwhile, the little Omega's body was undergoing changes as his belly grew day by day.

For instance, due to the surge in pregnancy hormones, his once-flat chest gradually began to develop. What started as tiny cherries slowly accumulated soft fat, swelling noticeably in recent days—like fluffy, milk-scented custard buns.

Tender and soft, they felt like biting into cotton.

After the baby was born, these would produce sweet milk to nourish the little one.

But the newly grown skin was incredibly delicate. Jiang Zhiyu had someone buy specialized nursing bras for Omegas and tried them on the little Omega at night to check the fit.

The fabric was thin, adorned with pure white lace trimmings, yet it cradled such alluring, rosy fruit.

Not only did they test the size, but they also checked if the side buttons could be easily undone for the baby to access the milk.

In the end, the new bra was stretched beyond repair and tossed into the trash.

Ling Ran pouted, on the verge of tears. After being carried into the bathroom, he couldn't help but push at the head buried against his chest. "There's... there's nothing yet..."

Dr. Xu had clearly explained that milk wouldn't be produced until after the baby was born. Right now, the baby was still in his belly—no matter how hard someone tried, nothing would come out.

But the enigma persisted. Lifting his head, he kissed Ling Ran's lips, the dampness from his thin mouth staining the Omega's flushed lips. "Then let your husband try harder, okay?"

Ling Ran shook his head. "No, no..."

This was a physiological response—no amount of effort could change that.

Yet Jiang Zhiyu kept his word and tried very, very hard.

When work wasn't too busy, he would take Ling Ran to the office with him—partly to keep him from getting bored at home, and partly for the convenience of holding him close and indulging.

Fortunately, the CEO's office sofa was large and plush. The little Omega, cradled in his arms with his swollen belly, would help hold documents for Jiang Zhiyu to review. After each page, the enigma would kiss his cheek as a cue to turn to the next.

But usually, they wouldn't finish even one file before the little Omega was laid down on the sofa.

By now, he no longer resisted, letting the enigma continue his efforts—only whimpering occasionally, his cheeks flushed with an unrelenting blush.

He had originally thought all this was just Enigma's futile effort.

But unexpectedly, after taking an afternoon nap on the large bed in the office and waking up, Ling Ran was shocked to find a large wet patch on the front of his clothes.

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