Manipulative Harem God

518 Murong Jinxiang Pregnant?

Murong Jinxiang couldn’t allow her elderly mother to continue cleaning, so she swiftly reached out to stop her.

The old mother, faced with Murong Jinxiang’s intervention, hesitated, not wanting to exert any force.

She gently admonished, “Xiaoxi, you’re pregnant. You shouldn’t be doing this physical work. Let go.”

Initially puzzled by her mother-in-law’s sudden enthusiasm, Murong Jinxiang soon realized the reason behind it.

The old woman suspected she might be pregnant.

Realizing this misunderstanding offered a straightforward solution. Murong Jinxiang clarified, “Mom, who told you that? I’m not pregnant. I just had a check-up with Qi Xiang a few days ago. Please don’t misunderstand.”

“Oh?” The smile on the old mother’s face disappeared upon hearing this clarification.

Clearly disinterested in cleaning any longer, she turned and left the room.

Murong Jinxiang breathed a sigh of relief.

If she had allowed her mother-in-law to continue cleaning, she might have discovered Zhang Wei hidden beneath the bed.

Meanwhile, Zhang Wei’s heart raced with adrenaline.

Qi Xiang’s elderly mother had bent down close to the bed’s edge moments ago. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

While he knew there was little actual danger, the rush of old instincts combined with the thrill of narrowly avoiding detection kept his adrenaline pumping.

After confirming the elderly couple had retired to their room, Murong Jinxiang silently extinguished the lights in the living room.

Back in her own bedroom, she waited in silence, ensuring the house settled into quietude before speaking in a barely audible whisper.

“They’re asleep now. Be careful and keep quiet. The old man wakes at the slightest noise,” she cautioned.

“I know,” Zhang Wei murmured back, his sore back urging him to move quickly and leave.

Together, they tiptoed towards the bedroom door, their ears straining for any hint of movement outside.

Convinced they were safe, Murong Jinxiang gently tapped Zhang Wei’s shoulder.

Opening the door with painstaking slowness, Zhang Wei was halfway out when a sudden cough froze him in place.

He withdrew his foot swiftly, ears pricked for any further sound, his face tensed with caution.

A few heartbeats later, the door squeaked open, footsteps approaching.

Caught off guard, Zhang Wei glanced around, then leaped back onto the bed with agile urgency, pulling the quilt over himself as a makeshift disguise.

Now enveloped in darkness, Zhang Wei knew his best chance of remaining undetected hinged on the elderly mother not venturing too close.

He opted to hide under the covers, a strategy he hoped would shield him from any probing eyes.

Murong Jinxiang, her nerves on edge, settled onto the bed with hurried anticipation, awaiting the inevitable arrival of her mother-in-law.

He positioned himself close, his hands gently clutching her lower abdomen, their legs intertwined beneath the covers.

In the confined space, they merged into a single entity, hoping to evade detection.

Behind Murong Jinxiang, Zhang Wei caught the faint scent of her body, a mixture of perfume and wine.

Despite the awkwardness of their closeness, he found a strange comfort in their shared concealment, resigned to endure the cramped quarters for the sake of safety.

Meanwhile, Murong Jinxiang felt a mix of discomfort and urgency.

She had intended to discreetly send Zhang Wei away, but before she could act, the elderly mother approached, prompting her to swiftly push Zhang Wei aside.

“What’s the matter, Mom?” Murong Jinxiang asked, her voice tinged with forced calmness, hoping to fasten the conversation and facilitate Zhang Wei’s departure.

With a deliberate motion, the elderly mother closed the door behind her, her voice lowered to a conspiratorial tone. “Xiaoxi, I’ve been thinking. There are some matters we need to discuss.”

Holding the soft form of Murong Jinxiang close, Zhang Wei couldn’t muster much resentment towards the old woman now.

As long as she refrained from catching them off guard, he could handle the situation.

Of course, he restrained himself to just hugging her; he dared not venture into anything more intimate.

Zhang Wei was acutely aware that Murong Jinxiang was not to be trifled with today, not until he could whisk her away to Qingyun with Xiong Mei.

Any indiscretion on his part could sever their ties forever, possibly prompting her to leave the city and vanish without a trace.

Sometimes, the concept of shame held immense value.

Despite his longing to explore further, Zhang Wei’s mind remained resolute and clear.

He had toyed with danger before, and he couldn’t afford to repeat that mistake now.

Despite the temptation of Murong Jinxiang’s graceful figure, her alluring curves, and slender waist, Zhang Wei knew better than to act recklessly.

Murong Jinxiang, stiff in his embrace, was experiencing being held by another man for the first time.

Even though she shared a close bond with Zhang Wei, she couldn’t help but feel a hint of embarrassment, especially with her mother-in-law present.

With the elderly mother watching closely, Murong Jinxiang dared not make any sudden moves.

She could only politely respond, “Mom, please tell me. I’m listening.”

“Xiaoxi, you and Qi Xiang have been married for so long, why don’t you have children yet? You’ll be getting older in a few years,” the old mother queried earnestly as she settled on the bed beside Murong Jinxiang.

“Mom, you should really ask your son about this. He’s very busy with work and isn’t keen on having children right now. So, it’s not entirely up to me,” Murong Jinxiang replied, slightly withdrawing to create some distance, her voice hushed.

“Why should we leave family matters to men? As women, we should have the final say. Whether he agrees or not, once you’re pregnant, Mom will be fully supportive,” the old mother insisted, her worry evident.

Faced with her mother-in-law’s assertiveness, Murong Jinxiang fell silent.

This wasn’t the discussion she wanted or expected.

There were both physical and emotional considerations, and her husband’s stance was a complicated matter.

Seeing Murong Jinxiang’s hesitation, the old mother frowned and pressed on, “How often do you two meet each month?”

Embarrassment tinged Murong Jinxiang’s face crimson. Complicating matters further, Zhang Wei remained hidden behind her.

Caught off guard by the direct question, Murong Jinxiang could only reply evasively, “Mom, why do you ask? This is a private matter between husband and wife.”

“Your mother is also a woman, and she’s not an outsider. You’re saying there’s no one else in the room, so why be shy?” The old mother persisted, “Hurry up and tell me honestly, you can’t lie.”

At that moment, Zhang Wei’s ears perked up.

He was curious about how often Qi Xiang needed to die…