Chapter 5: A Painful Bump

"Cough, cough..." Han Yangting nearly choked to death on a mouthful of porridge. "Who is forcing you to have children?"

Bai Shuruo widened her eyes and looked at him. Don't you have children when you get married?

Han Yangting finally recovered. Seeing her big eyes reveal a look of ignorance, he couldn't help but rub her head: "Do you feel like you're still young and hope to work for a few years after graduation before having children, is that it?"

She nodded, her face turning red again.

The corners of his mouth lifted: "Have them whenever you want to have them. Rest assured, no one is forcing you."

Bai Shuruo thought to herself, he is already 31 years old; if he isn't in a hurry, shouldn't his family be? Is the elder of the Han Family not anxious to hold a grandson?

Then she thought again, perhaps he is DINK, otherwise he wouldn't have been so casual about the major life event of taking a wife.

Or perhaps, he isn't DINK, but rather gay?

After this thought occurred, the soft, boneless chicken foot in Bai Shuruo's hand instantly lost its flavor.

The news says that some gay men marry wives just to deceive others, while secretly going out to fool around with men.

Han Yangting watched the little woman beside him while drinking his porridge.

In a short amount of time, her expressions went from surprised to shocked; he had no idea what she was thinking.

If he knew Bai Shuruo's current thoughts, he would likely be angered to the point of insanity.

This late-night snack lasted for an hour.

After Bai Shuruo came out, she rubbed her round belly and stood by the roadside with him waiting for a car. Under the Yese, their shadows leaned together, appearing very intimate.

When they arrived, they were brought by the Han Family's driver; now that they were leaving, they still had to wait for the driver to pick them up.

Bai Shuruo felt pressured standing with Han Yangting, so she couldn't help but involuntarily shuffle a small step to the side.

Han Yangting didn't know if it was intentional, but seeing her move to the side, he followed and moved to the side as well.

She had no choice but to keep moving.

He followed and kept moving too; in short, he just stayed right next to her.

The two shadows under the streetlamp chased each other, looking extremely playful.

She simply took a large step forward, putting distance between herself and him.

Who would have thought, she was pulled right back by him.

Because his force was great and she was overly thin and weak, this pull of his caused her to bump directly into his chest.

Although Bai Shuruo was thin, she had a large chest, and this bump hurt quite a bit.

She widened her eyes to look at him, thinking he was being a hooligan, when at that moment, a bicycle whizzed past.

So, he had done it to let her avoid the bicycle!

And he even took the initiative to scold her first, his manner extremely stern: "You're so old now, why are you still so muddled? Do you not even look at the road?"

"I..." Alright, she couldn't refute him and completely wilted.

Han Yangting took the opportunity to grab her hand and pull her back to the curb.

Her heart tightened again; does this count as holding hands?

Fortunately, the driver arrived. As soon as she saw that familiar business car, she shook off his hand and immediately dove into the vehicle.

Back home, Bai Shuruo's stomach was still bloated.

And since she had slept enough in the afternoon, she didn't return to her room but instead sat in front of the sofa, subconsciously picking up the television remote.

Just as she was about to turn it on, seeing Han Yangting looking at her, she couldn't help but ask him like a primary school student asking a parent for permission: "Brother Han, can I watch TV for a while? My stomach is too full, I don't want to sleep. I'll keep the volume low."

Han Yangting nodded, and only then did she use the remote to turn on the TV.

This television had playback memory; whatever was being watched before it was last turned off is what it displayed now.

"Respected customer, the trial viewing has ended. To watch more content, please top up for VIP. Monthly subscription is 25 yuan per month."

She was just about to exit this page when Han Yangting couldn't help but ask: "Why aren't you continuing to watch?"

"It requires money, I won't watch it," she said.

He took the remote, then opened his phone to scan the QR code on the TV, directly purchasing a one-year VIP subscription.

Actually, she had almost forgotten what movie she was watching in the afternoon. Now that it was topped up, Shen Teng's face appeared on the screen; it was *Hello Mr. Billionaire*.

Her heart warmed.

This Han Yangting really wasn't bad. If he weren't gay, he would be an excellent husband.

The movie was very good and also very funny. She was drawn in before long and subconsciously wanted to find snacks to eat.

She only then remembered that the spicy strips had been confiscated by him, and since he was also sitting nearby watching, she had no choice but to give up.

"Hahaha..." Seeing a funny part, she held her stomach and laughed out loud.

After laughing for a while, she thought about how there was someone nearby and wondered if he had laughed?

He was actually still so serious, and her smile couldn't help but fade away.

Han Yangting also knew he was a killjoy. He truly didn't know what was funny about these movie plots, so he went off to take a shower on his own.

Bai Shuruo let out a sigh of relief and laughed out loud again.

The first day of their new marriage passed in this way, with surprises but no danger.

The second day was Monday, and Bai Shuruo had to return to school.

She was a senior now, and classes were few. Some classmates had already found internship placements, and she planned to go for an internship as soon as she had the chance.

Today, she had changed into a white T-shirt and a blue plaid skirt, her hair tied into a bun, and she carried a white crossbody bag. Combined with her thin figure, she looked about the same as a high school student.

Just as she was about to leave, Han Yangting came out of the room.

"You're leaving?" he asked.

Bai Shuruo nodded: "I have to go back to the university today; I have two classes in the morning."

"Not eating breakfast?" Han Yangting asked again.

"I am, I'll go eat soup dumplings at the university gate," she said.

Han Yangting seemed a bit curious: "Do you like eating soup dumplings?"

"They're alright, mainly because they're cheap. The soup dumplings in our university cafeteria cost 6 yuan a basket, but the ones at the gate only sell for 5 yuan a basket."

Han Yangting couldn't help but frown again.

So it was just for the sake of being cheap.

"Wait a moment," Han Yangting said.

Bai Shuruo had no choice but to wait.

Han Yangting went to the kitchen and came out after a while, holding a bag of bread, two bananas, and a carton of yogurt in his hands.

"Eat these instead; the food outside isn't clean."

Bai Shuruo immediately became happy.

She could save 5 yuan today.

Just as she was about to leave, Han Yangting called out to her again: "Ruoruo."

"Hm?" She still wasn't quite used to him calling her that; it was too intimate.

Han Yangting leaned against the doorway and said indifferently: "When I asked you last night what plans you had after graduation, my main purpose was to ask if there were any workplaces you wanted to go to. If there are, I might be able to make arrangements for you."

Bai Shuruo thought for a moment, then smiled: "No need to trouble yourself, Brother Han. Your family just moved back to Fengcheng not long ago and aren't familiar with things here yet, so there's no need to go through all this trouble for me. I'm an excellent student, and I can handle my internship matters myself."

Han Yangting didn't say anything more.

She waved at him, said "Goodbye," and then went out the door.

……

Fengcheng University.

Bai Shuruo first went to the lakeside to eat breakfast, took the opportunity to memorize an English reading passage, and then took out her laptop to write the outline for her graduation thesis.

After the fourth year, there are at most two classes a day, and all other time is freely arranged; those with internship placements can even apply to not come to class.

Just as she was writing, a man and a woman rode past the lakeside on shared bicycles.

The woman called out: "Hey, isn't this Shuruo?"