Help! I'm in Another World and the Dragon Man Want Me To Get Pregnant!
Chapter 47: Reunion and Resolve

Chapter 47: Reunion and Resolve

However, the waiting was agonizing.

Shen Xinghui felt restless and anxious.

His thoughts ran wild—Is it now?

Or later?

Maybe tomorrow?

It felt like being told, "Something is definitely going to happen within the next few days. It might be today, or in an hour, or later tonight. But it’s coming, without fail."

Although it wasn’t exactly a tragedy, the uncertainty made it feel just as heavy.

Shen Xinghui couldn’t help but wonder what Ignatius’s reaction would be.

Will he be angry?

Shen Xinghui thought, hugging his knees in the dining hall, trying to calm himself.

Of course he’ll be angry. I owe him so much, and I ran away without a word.

Or maybe he’s worried?

Even just a little?

Will he smile at me like before?

Will I even be able to smile back to him?

His emotions were a chaotic mix—30% wanting to run away, 30% anxiety, 30% fear, and only 10% hope.

And then, it happened.

The door to the dining hall burst open with such force that Shen Xinghui nearly jumped out of his skin—probably a few centimeters off the ground.

He turned around to look at the person who had entered, and his breath caught.

It was Ignatius.

Shen Xinghui froze, unable to move.

Ignatius looked different now—familiar yet changed.

He seemed utterly exhausted, even more so than when he’d been injured.

He looked like he was carrying an invisible weight, heavier than anything Shen Xinghui had ever seen.

"A-ah..."

Tears welled up instantly in Shen Xinghui’s eyes.

His throat tightened, his nose burned, and his chest felt as if it might collapse under the pressure.

He couldn’t look away, and his trembling legs refused to obey him.

The sight of Ignatius brought a torrent of emotions that overwhelmed him completely.

When Ignatius spotted Shen Xinghui, he strode straight toward him and wrapped him in a firm embrace.

The warmth and strength of that hug surrounded Shen Xinghui entirely.

It was overwhelming, a reminder of just how deeply he loved Ignatius.

This isn’t fair, Shen Xinghui thought.

If he doesn’t feel the same, he shouldn’t do this.

It felt cruel—but even so, Shen Xinghui’s feelings didn’t waver.

He loved Ignatius.

"I love you, Xinghui," Ignatius whispered in a low, deep voice close to his ear.

Those words carried both tenderness and an aching weight, making Shen Xinghui’s chest tighten.

His heart hurt, but somehow, it kept beating.

He then looked at Ignatius.

"I love you," Ignatius repeated.

"But..."

Then why?

Shen Xinghui thought.

Why did he reject me back then?

Why didn’t he accept me?

However, Shen Xinghui knew he was partly to blame.

He had turned away from Ignatius too, refusing to hear what Ignatius had been trying to say.

"I should’ve said it properly," Ignatius admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I was a coward. I tried to keep you by my side through underhanded means. I took advantage of your confusion and fear, never once being honest with you about my feelings. That was my mistake. I’m sorry, Xinghui. Please, forgive me."

"Ignatius..." Shen Xinghui murmured, his voice trembling.

"I love you, Xinghui. I wanted you by my side because I couldn’t bear to let you go. The real reason I kept extending our journey was that I didn’t want to give you a reason to leave."

Ignatius’s words seeped into Shen Xinghui’s heart, filling it until it felt like it might burst.

His emotions swelled to the brim, a mix of overwhelming joy and disbelief.

What do I do?

Shen Xinghui thought.

I’m so happy.

I love him so much.

I could die right now and be content.

"I want to talk things through," Ignatius pleaded. "Please, give me one more chance. Let me tell you everything—just as I am."

"Can I... can I come back?" Shen Xinghui asked hesitantly.

"Of course you can! I want you to make my home your home. And until you accept me, I’ll keep pursuing you, keep telling you how I feel."

Ignatius’s feelings had already come through so strongly that Shen Xinghui thought his heart might truly break from all the happiness.

Tears of joy poured from his eyes, even as he smiled.

It was messy and unrestrained, but he couldn’t help it.

A short distance away, Jenna and Henry watched the scene unfold, their faces glowing with gentle smiles.

Pulling away from Ignatius’s arms, Shen Xinghui walked over to the couple.

Without hesitation, he threw himself into their warm embrace.

"Thank you, Jenna, Henry. You’ve done so much for me. Calling me your son—it made me so happy."

"You’ve been like a son to us," Jenna said, her voice trembling with emotion. "Even though I never thought I’d feel like I was giving a child away in marriage, here we are. Xinghui, you’d better be happy. No sad faces, all right? And if things ever get too hard, just come back here. This place will always be your home."

"Jenna!" Shen Xinghui sobbed, hugging her tightly and nodded his head over and over again.

He felt as though he’d found new parents in this world, and the thought filled him with a deep sense of gratitude.

Ignatius who is standing beside him, lowered his head deeply toward Henry, a gesture of respect and thanks.

"I am grateful for everything you’ve done to help Xinghui," Ignatius said to Jenna and Henry.

"No, Your Highness. We too have had many happy moments together. For that reason, we sincerely wish for his happiness. Please, take good care of him," Jenna responded warmly.

"I will, I promise," Ignatius said firmly, his gaze strong.

He then pulled Shen Xinghui close, and after promising to return one day, they left the important place behind.

Afterward, Shen Xinghui found himself seated in Ignatius’s hands as they returned to the mansion.

The letter he had sent in the morning was answered by noon, which seemed fast, but he understood—Dragon Man can turned into dragons.

Ignatius true dragon form was so large that it was a little bit intimidating.