Breaking Defense! After Losing My Memory, I Was Spoiled to Heaven by My Yandere Ex-Husband

Wen Yusheng woke up naturally and found himself in an unusually good mood. Turning his head, he saw the little dumpling, Niangao, laying beside him, clutching his arm and smiling. Wen Yusheng couldn’t resist rubbing the little one’s belly.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked playfully.

“Spike~” Niangao responded, giggling.

“Spike?” Wen Yusheng echoed, confused.

He couldn’t quite understand what little Niangao was saying, but that didn’t stop him from scooping him up and smothering him with kisses. The baby smelled sweet and milky, like a piece of soft cheese.

“Isn’t this child just too cute?” Wen Yusheng thought, staring at the little dumpling. His thoughts wandered.

What would Niangao look like when he grew up? Would he be like Enigma? Or an Alpha?

Wen Yusheng felt that Niangao was more likely to differentiate into an Omega—a fragrant, milky Omega.

But… that shouldn’t be possible, right? Could an Enigma and an Alpha give birth to an Omega?

His musings turned bittersweet as he realized the little guy wouldn’t stay this adorable forever. While Niangao was still small and milky, Wen Yusheng felt he should cherish these moments as much as possible.

The two of them laid side by side on the bed, in the same relaxed posture, staring at the ceiling. Wen Yusheng folded a small towel and placed it over Niangao’s belly. He gently patted him and released a hint of his pheromones. The little one quickly drifted back to sleep.

Satisfied, Wen Yusheng climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he stared at his dishevelled hair, which was sticking up like chicken feathers. He suddenly realized that what Niangao had been saying earlier might have been about his hair.

After showering last night, Wen Yusheng had fallen asleep without drying his hair, and now it was a static mess. He wet his hair with water, trying to press it down into submission, though the stubborn strands resisted.

Next, he splashed warm water on his face and reached for a facial cleanser on the shelf. After wiping his eyes, he finally spotted a bottle, squeezed some into his hand, lathered it, and washed his face. As he rinsed, he noticed that the scent of the cleanser reminded him of the faint cold fragrance he had smelled in the master bedroom earlier.

While facial cleansers were easy to find, toothbrushes proved to be more challenging. Among the options, he could easily identify Niangao’s creamy yellow children’s toothbrush, but the remaining two adult toothbrushes and matching cups were indistinguishable.

Not wanting to use the wrong one, Wen Yusheng walked to the master bedroom door, opened it, and peered downstairs. Seeing no one, he turned and noticed the study door slightly ajar. He hesitated before gently knocking.

The sound of slippers approached, and soon the door opened fully, revealing Chen Yumo in his casual, homely appearance.

Wen Yusheng quickly lowered his head. “I can’t tell which toothbrush and cup are mine. Could you help me figure it out?”

The faint cold fragrance on Chen Yumo was unmistakably the same as the one in the master bedroom earlier. Chen Yumo smiled, reaching out to ruffle Wen Yusheng’s hair.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” he said.

Wen Yusheng followed him back into the master bedroom’s bathroom. Chen Yumo pointed to the black toothbrush and matching cup. “This one is yours.”

The bathroom was not particularly spacious, and Wen Yusheng felt a bit awkward standing so close.

“Oh, thank you,” he said quietly.

Chen Yumo took the other toothbrush and cup, leaving the space feeling noticeably emptier. For some reason, the absence of the other items made the bathroom seem unsettlingly spacious, as if the air had grown heavier. Wen Yusheng suppressed the strange feeling and focused on brushing his teeth.

Just as he finished and wiped his mouth, Niangao woke up completely. This time, no amount of coaxing could calm him down.

Chen Yumo entered from the study next door and effortlessly took Niangao from Wen Yusheng’s arms.

“He’s hungry,” Chen Yumo said with a smile. “Let’s head downstairs and eat together.”