With that thought, Qin Yun suddenly felt a lot more justified, her gaze burning as she stared at Pei Yan.

When he finished writing the invitations, Pei Yan rubbed his slightly sore arm, walked over to Qin Yun without making a fuss, and quietly reminded her, "Your drool’s about to come out."

Qin Yun instinctively reached up to wipe, but there was nothing there.

Pei Yan looked at her with a half-smile. "If you keep staring at me like that, I might not be able to focus on eating here."

Qin Yun looked up, confused. "Why?"

"Because I feel like you need me more right now."

Pei Yan’s thumb slid along the side of Qin Yun’s face, paused at the corner of her mouth, then he sighed, "Don’t look at me like that anymore."

Qin Yun blinked, then broke into a smile. "Okay."

Qin Yun shifted her gaze away and looked to the side.

But Pei Yan was dissatisfied. He hooked a finger under her chin and turned her face back, then planted a hard kiss on her forehead. "What are you pretending for."

Qin Yun’s eyes curved as she laughed, brows and eyes all bent with joy.

Honestly, the garbage data in her head just now could’ve taken up several gigs of storage.

But she wasn’t going to tell Pei Yan that.

When the invitations were done, Mrs. Pei happened to call them to eat. The few of them moved to the dining room, and Mrs. Pei ladled a bowl of soup for Qin Yun. Watching Qin Yun drink two sips, she was smiling so wide her mouth couldn’t close.

"Drink more, this is good for your body. You’re way too skinny. When it’s time to give birth it’s definitely going to be tiring, you have to build your body up."

These past few days, Mrs. Pei had been running around collecting recipes for food-based tonics.

"Don’t worry about your figure, we can slowly get it back after you deliver. Your health is the number one priority."

As Mrs. Pei spoke to Qin Yun, she also served soup for Pei Yan and Mr. Pei.

The moment that bowl of chicken soup was set in front of Pei Yan, his brows knitted the tiniest bit.

Mrs. Pei urged him, "You drink some too, you’ve been so busy these days your feet barely touch the ground."

Pei Yan hadn’t planned to touch the soup at all at first, but Mrs. Pei was still looking at him so expectantly.

Under her gaze, Pei Yan had no choice. He reluctantly picked up the spoon, dipped the barest bit of soup, and brought it to his lips.

Before he could even open his mouth, his stomach lurched. Pei Yan tossed the spoon down, got to his feet, and bolted for the bathroom.

Mrs. Pei stared in surprise. "Pei Yan, what’s wrong with you?"

Qin Yun moved even faster. The second Pei Yan stood up, she got up too and followed right on his heels into the bathroom.

Qin Yun asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Thinking about it carefully, Pei Yan really had been working himself to death lately. He’d crammed all his work into this period—could he have pushed his body too far?

Qin Yun stepped forward, patting him on the back while blaming herself.

She’d actually failed to notice that Pei Yan was already this exhausted.

Pei Yan was hugging the toilet, retching like the sky and earth were spinning. The corners of his eyes were red, but he still couldn’t stop.

This scared Mr. and Mrs. Pei half to death. Luckily, one of Mr. Pei’s close friends was a doctor and lived nearby, so Mr. Pei invited him over to take a look at Pei Yan.

But after examining him for a long time, Doctor Zhang couldn’t find a single thing wrong. Even Pei Yan himself repeatedly guaranteed that he hadn’t eaten anything weird these past few days, and he wasn’t so overworked that his body had collapsed.

Everyone just stared at Pei Yan in unison.

Doctor Zhang asked a few more questions, then suddenly chuckled. "Actually, you don’t need to worry too much. I’ve seen this sort of thing before. The year before last back in my hometown, there was a loving young couple like this: the wife was pregnant and had no reaction at all, but the husband was vomiting like crazy. A few months later, the husband stopped throwing up, and his body was perfectly fine. You tell me, isn’t that bizarre?"

Mrs. Pei was surprised. "There’s really something like that?"

"There is."

Mr. Pei let out a breath and nodded along. "When I was little, my older cousin and his wife were like that. Everyone thought my cousin was sick, but after three months of vomiting, he was fine, nothing wrong at all. Looks like Pei Yan’s the same now."

Mrs. Pei laughed happily. "That just proves the young couple has a good relationship."

Not a shred of motherly heartache for her son—if anything, there was a faint hint of gloating.

Qin Yun looked at Pei Yan curiously, her gaze even drifting subtly over his lower abdomen. "So... are you the one with morning sickness?"

Forgive her for laughing so unkindly—she really never imagined that she’d be the pregnant one, but it’d be Pei Yan doing the throwing up. So... did that mean she could just eat whatever she wanted now?

"More or less."

Pei Yan leaned against the sofa, his stomach still churning. God knew that just seeing those greasy dishes right now made his whole body uncomfortable.

Qin Yun cautiously asked, "So... can you still eat anything?"

Pei Yan’s body went rigid. Forget eating—just thinking about food right now made his stomach rebel.

So he weakly waved his hand. "You guys eat. I don’t have any appetite at all right now."

Once she knew Pei Yan was fine, Mrs. Pei was relieved. Hearing him say he couldn’t eat, she got up and pulled Qin Yun toward the dining room.

"Come on, Yunyun, the food’s been reheated. If he can’t eat, you eat more. While he’s busy puking, you hurry up and eat, don’t feel guilty. This is the responsibility he should shoulder as a father."

Mr. Pei nodded along at the side. "That’s right, as long as you’re not uncomfortable."

They all went back to the dining room and started eating again, while Pei Yan sat alone on the sofa, looking like life had lost all meaning, miserably thinking: these parents were definitely his biological ones, you could tell at a glance.

He really hadn’t expected morning sickness to be this awful—felt like he was about to vomit his internal organs out.

Good thing most of his work was already wrapped up. Otherwise, going out in this state would have had everyone laughing their heads off.

Pei Yan was a bit resentful, because very soon, everyone knew about his special little reaction.

Tang Zi even deliberately called him. "I heard you’ve got morning sickness? Feeling terrible? Craving anything? For my sister’s sake, I’ll deliver it to you right away."

His tone was openly gloating, with a hint of indulgence.

"Pei Yan, I really didn’t like you very much before, but from today on, you’re my real brother-in-law. You even took on something as miserable as morning sickness for Yunyun. You’ve got it rough too."

Pei Yan: "...Thanks, but no thanks."

He now understood why everyone said pregnant women’s moods were unstable.

Any normal person who couldn’t eat and kept throwing up would be in a terrible mood—god or not.

Hearing the displeasure in his voice, Tang Zi reined it in a little. "Don’t be like that. A real man should face life head-on. You’re just getting started. Yunyun said you have to at least have one son and one daughter—only then is life complete. This is the first, there’s at least one more after this."

His tone was more restrained, but his words hit even harder.

Pei Yan hung up on him directly, not wanting to maintain any brother-in-lawly bonds at all.

Right before the call cut off, he clearly heard Tang Jun laughing in the background on Tang Zi’s end.

Pei Yan: "..."

It had been several days since that first epic vomiting session. Qin Yun was perfectly fine—eating, sleeping, no issues at all. Meanwhile, he felt sick at the slightest whiff of anything oily.

Right now he could only survive on some fruit and thin porridge. Absolutely tragic.