Black Bellied President Dotes on Wife Chapter 1654 - Call me big brother

That presence was no longer there.

Zuo Jia couldn't even reach Fu Rongting in her dreams; he was as real as could be now!

An indescribable joy bloomed in her heart. Zuo Jia was so ecstatic, she almost lifted Fu Rongting off his feet in her embrace.

‘I've been eagerly anticipating your return home each day. I yearn to see you every moment! Why did you only come back now? It feels like I've waited for a century!’

Ever since she fell in love with Fu Rongting, Zuo Jia felt as though she had regressed in age, developing a fondness for acting coy with him and engaging in playful, childish antics.

Love, indeed, had a way of making people embrace their inner child.

Fu Rongting clasped Zuo Jia’s hand, leading her at a leisurely pace through the neighborhood. ‘I promise to return earlier next time! Twenty-five days is far too long. I worry you might forget me if I stay away for an extended period!’

‘How could that possibly happen?!’

Zuo Jia nestled contentedly beside him, whispering, ‘I would be lovesick to the point of despair; how could I ever forget you?’

Fu Rongting’s smile widened. His wife’s deep affection for him dissolved all his lingering worries.

Yet, a thought began to form in his mind about potentially adjusting his work schedule.

It would be ideal if he could stick to a nine-to-five routine, mirroring Zuo Jia’s working hours.

Fu Rongting had always been deeply committed to serving and protecting his country.

He took immense pride in his identity as a soldier and in the contributions he had made.

This was the very first instance where the notion of stepping back crossed his mind.

Hand in hand, the couple entered their home. Xi Ying observed her daughter and son-in-law with a beaming smile. Her daughter's evident happiness was her greatest source of satisfaction.

During lunchtime, Zuo Yan had unhesitatingly set aside all his external social engagements to be present for the meal with his daughter and son-in-law.

Perhaps it was Fu Rongting's presence that contributed to Zuo Jia's improved appetite.

Following the meal, Xi Ying drove the newly reunited couple back to their cozy villa.

She cherished the affectionate moments between Zuo Jia and Fu Rongting, but with others present, they were too shy to even share a simple hug.

Upon their return to the villa, the space transformed into an intimate world solely for the two of them. The moment they crossed the threshold, Fu Rongting gently pressed Zuo Jia against the wall, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.

Fu Rongting had spent nearly a month longing for Zuo Jia, and now, an urgent desire to undress her surged within him.

‘Rong Ting, no, please!’ Zuo Jia protested, a hint of anxiety in her voice.

Fu Rongting, with considerable effort, reined in his impulses. He lowered his head and playfully nipped her earlobe, inquiring, ‘What is it? Are you having your period? If I recall correctly, that should have already passed, shouldn't it?’

His attentiveness was remarkable; he even kept track of her menstrual cycle and ensured she avoided cold foods.

Zuo Jia's heart swelled with happiness. She cupped Fu Rongting's face, urging him to meet her gaze, and shyly confessed, ‘Rong Ting, I... I'm pregnant. The doctor advised that excessive activity could be harmful to the baby.’

Fu Rongting stared at Zuo Jia, stunned. A baby?

Seeing his bewildered expression, Zuo Jia couldn't help but erupt into laughter.

Fu Rongting snapped back to reality, his eyes shining with an almost shocking brilliance. His voice, filled with sheer astonishment, exclaimed, ‘When did this happen? I had no idea! This is wonderful, we're going to have a son!’

Zuo Jia's face was alight with smiles. ‘It's not definite yet whether it's a boy or a girl. The baby is only two months old.’

‘Either is perfectly fine, I'll cherish them both!’

Fu Rongting joyfully scooped Zuo Jia into his arms and spun her around. He almost continued the rotation but suddenly remembered her pregnant state, realizing he couldn't be as unrestrained as before.

He gently set Zuo Jia down and leaned in to softly kiss her lips. ‘How could you two possibly keep such monumental news hidden? You're only telling me now, hours after I've returned!’

‘I wanted to surprise you the moment you got back,’ Zuo Jia replied, her smile as serene as calm waters.

It was indeed a delightful surprise, but... it seemed one of his personal indulgences was about to be significantly curtailed!

Fu Rongting clasped Zuo Jia around the waist and strode purposefully towards the bedroom. ‘I'm going to develop some new techniques. Come and help me test them out!’

He uttered this with such gravity that an uninformed observer might mistake it for the announcement of a serious scientific research project!

Zuo Jia playfully swatted his arm and pouted. ‘Don't fool around. Things will only be stable after three months.’

‘Don't you worry, my love for you and the baby is paramount. I would never do anything to jeopardize either of you.’

This was Fu Rongting's inaugural experience with fatherhood, and the sheer novelty of it significantly tempered his desires.

In truth, all he truly yearned for was to hold Zuo Jia close and spend quiet, intimate moments with her.

Their affectionate touches and kisses were gentle, imbued with a tender sweetness rather than an overwhelming passion.

After a short while, Fu Rongting succumbed to a deep slumber.

Zuo Jia softly stroked his defined, somewhat stern features, a pang of tenderness welling up within her.

It was rare for Fu Rongting to fall asleep before she did; he typically waited until she was asleep.

This clearly indicated the extent of his exhaustion.

His profession was perilous and demanding, noble and significant. Zuo Jia found herself unsure whether to encourage him to persist or to urge him to cease.

She lived in fear of losing him.

The adversaries he confronted were invariably ruthless criminals, terrorists who held their own lives in contempt. Weapons show no mercy, and in every major engagement, casualties were an inevitable outcome.

However, he was a soldier, and safeguarding the nation was his sworn duty.

Zuo Jia nestled into Fu Rongting’s embrace, holding him with utmost affection, keenly aware that every passing moment with him was precious.

She wished not to slumber, desiring only to remain clasped like this with Fu Rongting eternally, a state she felt would never suffice.

After slumbering through the entire afternoon, Fu Rongting stirred as evening approached. Upon seeing Zuo Jia cradled in his arms, a profound sense of security washed over him, dispelling the lingering echoes of gunfire from his dreams.

He bent his head, bestowing a tender kiss upon Zuo Jia’s forehead, convinced his wife was perfection.

Her complexion was fair and smooth, her lashes long and elegantly curled, her nose petite and refined, her lips a full, moist crimson, and even her hair cascaded with a silken sheen. Fu Rongting could not resist gently caressing her.

“Have you had a restful sleep?” Zuo Jia inquired, tilting her head to meet his gaze.

Fu Rongting gave a slight nod, his fingers lifting his wife’s chin before he pressed his lips to hers. “Jiajia, call me Gege!”

Zuo Jia’s countenance flushed instantly, her ears turning a delicate shade of pink from her embarrassment.

What was this man’s peculiar fixation? Why did he possess this insistence on her addressing him as ‘Gege’?

She had been compelled to vocalize ‘Gege’ on a few occasions previously, but each instance had culminated in his overwhelming affections, leaving her no recourse but to yield and plead for respite.

Yet, the more she uttered ‘Gege’ in those moments, the more a peculiar intimacy seemed to blossom between them. Consequently, whenever Fu Rongting now prompted her to say ‘Gege’, Zuo Jia’s heart would quicken its pace.

Zuo Jia bit her lip, resolutely refusing to utter the word.

Fu Rongting’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her attire, deftly unfastening the clasp of her bra. “Jiajia, are you quite certain you do not wish to call me that?”

Zuo Jia clutched her chest, still finding her voice elusive.

What was this peculiar inclination? He seemed utterly enthralled by the notion of being an elder brother!

Fu Rongting’s hand descended further, his touch lingering upon her shapely posterior, caressing it with a measured pressure. “Still unwilling to call me? Your cries will be of no consequence later.”

“You are exasperating! Why must you perpetually compel me to address you in such a manner?” Zuo Jia retorted, biting him lightly, a mixture of vexation and embarrassment coloring her tone.

“I find pleasure in it! You addressed me thus when we were young, and the memory remains indelible. We pledged to be siblings forever; why are you now reneging on that accord?”

Fu Rongting’s fingers continued their intimate exploration, prompting Zuo Jia to hastily interject, “I haven’t retracted my word, but I am already wedded to you. It feels… rather awkward to address you as Gege now!”

Fu Rongting lowered his head, his lips finding the curve of Zuo Jia’s breast, his voice thick with affection. “It is a blessing that you became my wife. Otherwise, I would be denied the very sound of you calling me Gege. Jiajia, please say it. I yearn to hear it.”