Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

“SuXiaomeng,aboutthatnight—”OnesentencefromYinShixiuandherworldtilts.He’sherbestfriend’sthirty-two-year-olduncle,amanwhosenameopenseverydoorinthecity,andthelastpersonshewantstotanglewith.“Uncle,look—youweren’tthinkingstraightandIwasblackoutdrunk.Let’sjustpretenditneverhappened,okay?”“…Fine.”Threemonthslaterhediscovers—viaanexcitedniece—thatSuXiaomengispregnant.“Themomentthebaby’sborn,youletmeleave.Nomorehoundingme!”“…Fine.”Hesignsthemarriagecontractshewritesherself.“Uncle,Ineedspicyhotpotatmidnight…”“…Fine.”He’soutthedoorinthesnow,gatheringingredientsuntilhisfingersturnblue.“Uncle,I’mscared.He’skickingsohard—ithurts…”“Alright,alright—nomorebabiesafterthis.”Ontheeveofdelivery,hestrokesherback,whisperingpromisesuntilherbreathingsteadies.