Chapter 526, Not Just a Sound, Bro Joins the Show
At night, in the Sang family’s hall.
Sang Zhe is feeling a bit confused.
He was just working overtime with Li Shanyan, planning to grab a bite before diving back into work.
But as soon as he stepped through the door, Aunt Yu pulled him into the hall.
Even scarier, all the women of the Sang family were waiting for him in the hall.
There were even two communication devices on the table, showing video calls with Huo Ningxue and Gu Yingmian.
In that moment, Sang Zhe ran through all the shady things he’d ever done in his life but couldn’t figure out what colossal crime he had committed that warranted this tribunal.
After the situation was clarified, he watched Bai Ming, with a big belly, awkwardly coming out of the bedroom, her face flushed red.
Sang Zhe fell into a mental blackout once again.
“Not, uh, bro.”
Sang Zhe racked his brain for ages, finally managing to say, “I thought we were having a bachelor party; I thought you wanted me to have a wild night before marrying.”
“But it turns out you had your own wild night, huh?”
“I called you bro, and you just went and had your way with me?”
Seeing the forced laughter from the women of the Sang family, Bai Ming felt both helpless and guilty, her face even redder as she muttered, “S-sorry.”
“It’s just that you smell so good, bro… and, uh, I couldn’t resist…”
Sang Zhe: “Huh?”
For some reason, Sang Zhe felt like this kind of scene had happened many times before.
Seems like he really should have been more cautious about his conduct.
No way was he that innocent, just enjoying drinks with his girl friends without any funny business… That simply didn’t exist.
Even if you didn’t have those thoughts, if you were a guy in a place like that, once a girl made her move, what could you do?
Boys gotta look after themselves, you know.
Sang Zhe sighed deeply, mentally deciding to quit drinking.
Then, wearing a complicated expression, he looked at Bai Ming and her baby.
“Is it… alone?”
Seeing Sang Zhe hesitate, Bai Ming hung her head in silence. Zhang Xiaoying immediately clapped her hands, pulling everyone off to the dining room for dinner, and forcibly shoved the two into the bedroom, slamming the door.
Sang Zhe initially wished Xiaoying would stay and help him out, but she gave him a look that said, “Too bad, fix this or there’s no dinner for you tonight.”
With the door closed, the somewhat quiet room was left with just Sang Zhe and Bai Ming, sharing an awkward silence, staring at each other.
Good friends turned into lovers, and their previous open talks suddenly felt like they’d evaporated.
Sang Zhe would occasionally steal glances at Bai Ming, his face full of “I want to say something” energy.
Finally, when their eyes met awkwardly, Bai Ming quietly asked, “Um, do you want to feel your baby?”
Sang Zhe nodded vigorously.
With that, Bai Ming blushed, carefully scooted closer to him, and tentatively rested her head on his shoulder.
Sang Zhe, feeling nervous, wrapped one arm around Bai Ming while the other hand gently caressed her belly.
…Vibrantly alive and clear.
That hearty vitality was unmistakable.
“Why…” he hesitated for a moment and still asked quietly, “did you choose to hide it from me back then?”
Bai Ming bit her lip.
She had initially planned to brush it off with her usual carefree style.
But their friendship had fundamentally changed; whatever she said now just sounded like an excuse.
Eventually, she stammered, head down, looking somewhat defeated, “I…I didn’t dare.”
“Why not dare?”
“I was afraid you’d really see me as just a bro.”
Sang Zhe was about to respond that he actually did see her as a bro.
But then he realized if he said that, there’d be no dinner for him tonight.
After a long silence, he slowly said, “Isn’t it good to have you as a bro?”
“I have many wives.”
“But only one bro.”
Bai Ming’s beautiful eyes brightened for a moment.
But soon she dropped her gaze, slightly unhappy, “But, if I had to say…I do want you to think of me as your wife.”
“How do I do that?”
“Just… hug me, kiss me or something…”
The more Bai Ming said, the smaller her voice got.
It felt strange for her former good friend and bro to say such things, like finding out one of your friends genuinely thought you smelled good.
Sang Zhe thought Bai Ming was essentially one of those pure, funny girls.
A professional romance writer filled with cheeky storylines, ultra-sociable, and never shy, straightforward in her approach.
But now, her cheeks were red, sitting beside him anxiously, nervously fiddling with her fingers and clothing.
That kind of utterly feminine, lovestruck demeanor left Sang Zhe a bit dazed.
Who would’ve thought one day he’d hear “I do want you to think of me as your wife” from Bai Ming’s lips?
But at this point, it was too late to turn back.
The baby was about to arrive; trying to fill the gap in their romantic situation now would be way too lagged.
So Sang Zhe could only stiffly try to pull Bai Ming into an embrace.
…But it seemed like.
It wasn’t much different from what he’d imagined.
Soft and fragrant.
Even with the bro filter, there was nothing about Bai Ming that made him uncomfortable.
It wasn’t like hugging a sweaty college roommate while yelling, “Dude, I want to hit up the supermarket!”
More like embracing a pretty girl.
Bai Ming’s heart raced, her body tense even as she nestled into Sang Zhe’s arms, her muscles all tight from nerves.
Leaning her head on his neck was done with such caution.
But once she really leaned against him, she felt an indescribable sense of security.
She couldn’t help but squint her eyes, blissfully nuzzling against him.
“I’m saying, I know what you’re thinking, do you believe it?”
“What am I thinking?” Sang Zhe asked in confusion.
“You’re doubting if you really have a thing for guys like Nan Tong. How could you feel something for your bro?”
“…Huh? You really can guess, huh?”
Seeing Sang Zhe’s blank expression, Bai Ming suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, then reverted to her usual teasing tone:
“No choice, bros know each other best. And I can see your reaction is pretty strong right now.”
Sang Zhe swallowed hard.
Maybe it’s the pregnancy, but Bai Ming now held a more mature womanly charm compared to when she pretended to be Gongzi Shuiming, full of elegance and grace.
…More accurately, she had just blossomed a bit.
Noticing Sang Zhe’s gaze drifting to her chest, Bai Ming suddenly leaned closer to his ear cheekily, whispering, “Did Xiaoying’s chest get bigger when she was pregnant too?”
“…Yeah.”
“So you must be pretty familiar with how to deal with this, huh?”
“…Ahem.”
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