Second pregnancy, sixth child: The beloved mom's disguise has been exposed again.

Chapter 549 The illness worsens, requesting help.

Wen Tingye arranged a dining location and led Ning Yao and his three sons to the restaurant.

While in the car, Ning Yao felt unwell, her back ached terribly, so she kept fidgeting and occasionally made a short "tsk" sound. Her face was also pale from lack of blood.

Just as she was feeling unwell, a pair of large hands silently landed on Ning Yao's waist and began to massage the acupoints on her lower back in a clockwise direction.

The man's palms were warm, and his technique was good, with just the right amount of pressure. Ning Yao closed her eyes comfortably, leaned back in the car seat, and eventually fell asleep.

Wen Aixiu was playing games with the sound on in his seat when he realized his mother had fallen asleep. He quickly pressed the volume button with his little finger to turn the volume down to the lowest level so as not to disturb Ning Yao's rest.

Wen Aixiu was just one star away from reaching the King rank, but unfortunately, she always encountered unreliable teammates and couldn't climb the ranks no matter what she did. She was so angry that her face turned red, and she almost threw her phone away on the spot.

With his father and mother both present, Wen Aixiu could only keep a dark expression on his face, clicking on the screen and speaking recklessly, lecturing his teammates.

Not only did these people ignore his commands, they also mocked him, saying he didn't know how to play and that if he was so capable, he should lead four others instead of just babbling on and on.

Wen Aixiu immediately rolled his eyes, and a sentence popped into his mind: The rule of the weak: you are right because you are weak.

Ning Chen sat very close to Wen Aixiu, right next to his six-year-old older brother. He glanced at him several times out of the corner of his eye before finally opening his mouth and saying coldly, "Give me your phone, I'll play with it for you."

"No need." Wen Aixiu was unwilling to rely on others. Games are only fun when you play them yourself. What's the point of having someone else play for you?

Besides, the person who was supposed to play for him was Ning Chen, the brat who was competing with him for his mother's favor.

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything more, only occasionally glancing at Wen Aixiu's phone screen.

Another team fight mistake, and Wen Aixiu's screen went black instantly.

What were these useless guys thinking? He killed the enemy's carry, and instead of fighting back at the crucial moment, they ran away to save themselves?

Wen Aixiu's cheeks puffed up with anger, making him look like a pufferfish. However, because his father was in the car, he managed to hold back from swearing.

"If your teammates don't cooperate, you can develop on your own, then push lanes to attack and defend towers. Stealing towers is also a strategy. You don't necessarily have to join team fights, especially if you're playing a jungler with many mobility skills, which makes escaping and chasing very convenient."

A low, youthful voice suddenly rang out beside Wen Aixiu, as if awakening him.

That's true. This is a tower defense game; he doesn't necessarily have to focus on killing the enemy.

These useless teammates are always thinking about retreating and defending the tower instead of launching a strong attack. They might as well go and push the lane and steal the tower themselves.

Ning Chen's statement is quite correct, and Wen Aixiu agrees.

So Wen Aixiu started playing a split-push strategy, and when the car successfully arrived at the restaurant, the phone screen displayed a 'victory' animation.

"Yes!" Wen Aixiu was overjoyed. He had finally reached the King rank and fulfilled a long-cherished wish.

Seeing his six-year-old brother's wish fulfilled, Ning Chen silently curled his lips.

"Hey, you're pretty good at games. My opinion of you has changed a little bit." Wen Aixiu said to Ning Chen as they got out of the car.

Ning Yao woke up groggily and saw her two sons talking outside the car. Wen Aixiu, unusually, didn't put on a sour face.

Upon hearing this, Ning Chen remained noncommittal. Seeing Ning Yao emerge from the car, he hurried forward, intending to lend a hand to his mother.

But someone had already done these things before him. Wen Tingye raised his hand to block the roof of the car so that Ning Yao wouldn't hit her head when she got out.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Ning Chen's eyes, but he quickly composed himself and regained his composure.

Wen Tingye glanced at his son, noticed his little thoughts, lowered his eyes slightly, and made a gesture of curving his lips into a smile.

Of course, he should take care of his wife personally. His son will get married in the future, so he should save Ning Chen's attentiveness for his future wife.

Wen Tingye had made a reservation and ordered the dishes in advance. The chefs prepared the dishes precisely on time, and by the time the group entered the private room, the dishes were almost ready to be served and eaten.

Stir-fried beef with seasonal vegetables, pomegranate and fish fillet porridge, walnut and hawthorn dumplings, steamed radish cake, brown sugar glutinous rice balls...

These were all dishes that Wen Tingye specifically requested; they were all mild foods, which were very good for women during their special period.

"Have a bowl of fish porridge first to warm your stomach." Wen Tingye stood up and served Ning Yao a bowl of porridge.

The man's hands were very beautiful; a few slightly raised blue veins could be seen on the back of his hands, and his fingers were long, slender, and pale, with distinct knuckles.

The porridge was at the perfect temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, kept warm on the stove over a low flame.

This makes it very clear that Wen Tingye knows Ning Yao is a bit cold during her period, which is why he prepared so much food for her. Otherwise, why would he want to warm her stomach on such a hot day?

Wen Tingye served Ning Yao porridge, Ning Chen picked up a piece of hawthorn ball topped with walnut pieces and put it on Ning Yao's plate, and Ning Moran and Wen Aixiu also put a lot of food on Ning Yao's plate one after another.

In the blink of an eye, the contents of the plate in front of Ning Yao had piled up to the height of a small mountain, so full that it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

I never expected that these guys would take it so seriously when it was just a normal period.

Ning Yao looked at her loving sons, then at Wen Tingye, her heart overflowing with warmth.

……

After the meal, Ning Yao first took Ning Chen back to the hospital. Since it wasn't on her way, Ning Moran took a taxi back to the lab by herself.

Wen Aixiu sat in the car. When Ning Chen left, he seemed reluctant to part with him, as if he had something to say. He hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just looked at Ning Chen's back with anticipation in his eyes.

Ning Yao wanted to visit Wen Baoying at the Wen family's old house, so she went with Wen Tingye in that direction.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Ning Yao saw a tall woman standing at the entrance of the Wen family's old mansion. It was none other than Wen Qingjia.

Knowing that Wen Aixiu was going to be sent back by Ning Yao, she simply waited at the house.

"Sister-in-law." Wen Qingjia looked anxious, and her voice was strained.

The woman's eyes were red, and she choked up for a moment before continuing, "Tianxiao is in trouble. I don't know what happened. He was fine when he got home last night, but after taking a shower, he stopped talking to everyone."

"He didn't say a word, just hid in his room. Today I couldn't take it anymore, so I had someone break down his door, and that's when I found... found blood all over the floor. He had cut his arm with a knife, one cut after another..."

Upon hearing this, Ning Yao frowned and asked, "Is he developing masochistic tendencies? Has he done this before?"

Wen Qingjia shook her head: "I didn't live with him before, so I didn't know, but he didn't have any scars on his body, so he probably didn't have any before."