Ling Mohan’s true intention was to ask if this matter was related to Feng Jin.
Feng Jin was slightly stunned at first, then nodded in agreement, "Your news is quite well-informed. Who told you?"
"Feng Ruoyan was married to the Third Prince's mansion with half her face swollen and covered in bruises. The matter had already caused a huge stir. Everyone knew who had beaten Feng Ruoyan." Ling Mohan paused, then continued to ask, "Is this matter related to you?"
Feng Jin’s eyes darted away, and after some thought, she said, "If you say it's related to me, it's not entirely true, but if you say it has nothing to do with me, then it really has something to do with it..."
Her vague explanation left Ling Mohan utterly confused, "Whether you say it or not, it makes no difference."
"I was just behind the scenes, facilitating all of this. I didn't lay a hand on anyone, so this matter cannot be traced back to me."
Before doing this, Feng Jin had already found a way to distance herself.
Even if Feng Ruoyan wanted to blame her, she had ample evidence to refute it.
Ling Mohan was not surprised by Feng Jin’s answer at all. This was indeed something Feng Jin would do.
"Your condition is getting worse. You are not allowed to do these things anymore. What if you get hurt?"
Upon hearing this, Ling Mohan’s heart tightened, fearing that Feng Jin might have been involved and gotten hurt.
Worried, he had rushed over, and upon seeing Feng Jin safe and sound, he finally felt relieved.
"I've noted it down. I won't act recklessly in the future."
Feng Jin, uncharacteristically, did not argue with Ling Mohan and obediently agreed to his words. She leaned her head on his shoulder, enjoying the rare tranquility.
"Ah..."
Feng Jin suddenly cried out, almost scaring Ling Mohan to death. He quickly embraced her and asked repeatedly, "What's wrong? Is it the baby? I'll call the imperial physician right away."
With her due date approaching, Ling Mohan worried that Feng Jin might have an accident. He had invited an imperial physician from the palace to wait at their residence.
"I'm fine. Sit down and calm yourself," Feng Jin said, feeling a little flustered by his panicked reaction, and pulled him down.
"Are you truly alright? Why don't we have the imperial physician take a look first?"
Ling Mohan was still worried, afraid something might happen to Feng Jin.
"I'm really fine. The baby just moved."
Feng Jin took Ling Mohan's hand and placed it on her swollen belly, "Feel it... did he move?"
Ling Mohan carefully touched her belly and felt a sudden surge of force, almost making him retract his hand.
"He really moved?" This was the first time he felt the baby's vitality. Ling Mohan, unable to express his excitement, lay down on Feng Jin’s belly, listening intently to the baby’s movements.
"He moved again... and kicked me..."
Ling Mohan suppressed the excitement in his voice, a foolish smile gracing his lips from time to time.
Seeing him like this, Feng Jin couldn't help but smile. She held his hand and said in a steady voice, "It's not him, it's them."
"Alright, if you say it's them, then it's them." Before Ling Mohan could ponder Feng Jin’s words, he simply followed her lead.
After a while, he came to his senses, his eyes widening as he suddenly stood up, staring at Feng Jin, "What do you mean, them?"
Feng Jin looked at his slightly dazed expression, a faint smile on her lips. She reached out and cupped his handsome face, "It's them."
"Them..." Ling Mohan murmured the word to himself a couple of times before finally reacting. He turned Feng Jin’s gaze to meet his, "Are you saying that 'them' refers to the children?"
"Then who else do you think it could be?"
She was truly speechless. This man was usually quite intelligent, but when it mattered, his brain seemed to falter.
"Are you saying that the child in your belly is a twin?"
Ling Mohan asked tentatively, his gaze fixed intently on Feng Jin, eagerly awaiting her confirmation.
"Yes, you are absolutely right. It's twins."
As Feng Jin’s words fell, the room fell into a brief silence.
After receiving the definitive answer, Ling Mohan's mind buzzed, making his scalp tingle.
It took him a full fifteen minutes to fully digest this explosive news.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jin, seeing his prolonged silence, nudged him, "Have you gone silly?"
"No, I just didn't react immediately."
Ling Mohan’s voice was very calm, showing no hint of joy upon hearing about the twins. This made Feng Jin a little anxious and insecure.
"Do you dislike these two children?"
After all, Ling Mohan had never seemed particularly fond of children in the past, which made Feng Jin begin to doubt.
"Of course not. Like you, I've been anticipating their arrival every day. It's just that you suddenly told me it's twins, and I was so happy I couldn't react."
Ling Mohan quickly explained. These were his children, how could he not love them? He had been counting the days until their birth, but suddenly going from one child to two, he was simply overwhelmed with joy.
"Then you don't like me, so..."
"Alright, no more overthinking." Ling Mohan pulled Feng Jin into his embrace and whispered in her ear, "I will only love you in this lifetime. It is precisely because these children are the fruit of our love that I will cherish them even more..."
Hearing his sweet words, Feng Jin felt as if her heart was filled with honey.
She didn't know why she had been so prone to overthinking and insecurity these past few days.
In fact, sometimes she even disliked this side of herself.
Nestled in his arms, Feng Jin lifted her eyelids and saw the faint blue stubble on his chin, "How busy have you been these past two days that you've forgotten to shave?"
"The military camp is demanding. I'm content if I can eat on time, let alone pay attention to such things."
"But you should still pay attention to your appearance. If those young ladies who admire you saw you like this, wouldn't they be heartbroken?"
A dream lover turned into such a disheveled state, anyone would feel a bit dejected.
"Whether they live or die has nothing to do with me. I only care if my wife would be heartbroken over me."
His sudden display of affection caught Feng Jin off guard, and she stammered, "I... I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."
Not wanting to continue the topic, Feng Jin pulled back the covers and burrowed into them. If they continued talking, Ling Mohan would surely lead her into a trap.