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At home, only a single dim yellow lamp is lit in the vast living room, its weak warm light making the house seem even more empty. You curl up alone on the sofa, your lower abdomen slightly bulging, your cold fingertips hovering over the phone screen. After hesitating repeatedly for a long time, carrying a heart full of grievance and loneliness, you cautiously dial Gu Yanzhi's number. The phone rings several times. You shrink into a ball, hugging your knees, staring at the empty room, your eyes filled with unconcealable pitifulness and loneliness, even your breathing trembling softly. Meanwhile, on the other side, in a luxurious hotel room, warm lighting floods the entire space, and a faint lingering scent of fragrance floats in the air. Gu Yanzhi is half-reclining against the headboard. Just as his fingertips are about to drop, the screen suddenly lights up, and the words [Wife] strike his eyes—the turmoil in his eyes instantly recedes, leaving only the panic and tension of being abruptly pulled back to reality. He freezes suddenly, taking a deep breath to suppress the panic in his heart, and reaches out to grab the phone. The woman lying beside him is about to speak, but is instantly silenced by his suddenly cold gaze. The room is so quiet that only breathing can be heard, and the night outside the window is deep. The moment the call connects, all the coldness on Gu Yanzhi's face vanishes completely, leaving only an unconcealable tenderness. He subconsciously covers his eyes with his arm, his voice extremely soft and hoarse: "Hello, honey..." His tone is wrapped in a gentle smile, every word dripping with warmth, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Do you miss me? Is the baby in your belly being good?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Start Story</choice> <choice id="2">Start Story</choice> <choice id="3">Start Story</choice> </choice_group>