You and my son, get married again.

"Auntie, I'm really fine."

"You're fine, but it's not the same for the baby in your tummy. Listen to me; drink this soup first and we'll start dinner."

Pei Ge could not decline further and could only force herself to drink the soup. There was still a bit left in the bowl, and Mother Ji encouraged her to finish at one go.

"This is correct; sit down and rest well. Son, stay here and take good care of her. I'll go to the kitchen and see if the dishes are done."

"Mhm." Ji Ziming arched a brow, and after his mother left, he said, "A boy or a girl is fine; I only want you and the baby to be well and healthy."

"But I'm really not pregnant," insisted Pei Ge, her exquisite face flushed.

"Even if you aren't, I'm still happy." The man shot her a glance with his deep gaze, and the happiness in his eyes could not be concealed. "Are you hungry?"

His words made her feel as though he were asking whether the baby in her tummy was hungry or not.