A private nook partitioned by thick curtains in the café—Lin Yan sat on the sofa, his fingertips clutching a long-cold coffee cup, his gaze fixed on Su Wan’s hand resting on the table. Her palm gently covered her abdomen, hiding a secret that left him instantly breathless.
A month ago, after sending that "completely cut off contact" message, he’d blocked all of Su Wan’s contact information, changed his usual overtime routes, and even declined all projects related to Su Wan’s studio. He’d thought this would sever their ties, allowing him to focus on protecting Song Xiaoran and the child in her womb. Yet Su Wan had still found him—through Professor Zhou’s assistant, saying "it’s something important, related to both their futures."
"I’m pregnant," Su Wan’s voice was soft, yet it struck Lin
