Werebeast Gongs CH 113 The Troubles Of Having Three Husbands
At this point, there was no need to delve deeper into the topic. Lei Jin knew better than to pry too much into Roger’s affairs. Though curiosity gnawed at him, he understood the importance of restraint—especially since this matter clearly wasn’t a pleasant memory for Roger. Turning it into gossip would be too cruel.
The family had always suspected, but suspicion and confirmation were two very different things. Today, Grapes’ appearance had abruptly bridged that gap, catching everyone off guard—especially Roger, the one most directly involved.
Lei Jin sent Moya and Xiya off to bed and lay down with the baby in his arms. Before leaving, Xiya had even changed Grapes’ diaper. Lei Jin reached down to check—yep, dry and clean. Chunji had prepared these in advance.
Little Grapes, thinking Lei Jin was playing with him, wriggled excitedly, his bright eyes wide open—clearly not ready for sleep.
Lei Jin had no choice but to hold him close, patting and coaxing until the baby finally drifted off. By then, Lei Jin was sweating despite the winter chill.
"Such a little troublemaker," he murmured, lightly kissing Grapes’ eyelids. "Sleep, sleep, little grape."
As Xiya had said, the baby was too thin. Only when playing did his cheeks flush pink; otherwise, his complexion remained pale. Born prematurely and having endured so much, it was a miracle he was even alive. How could I have ever thought of abandoning such a precious little thing?
The stillness of night always stirred emotions. Even if Lei Jin tried not to dwell on it, too much had happened in such a short time—losing and regaining the baby, failing to leave, Mingya’s injury—no one could ignore these events, no matter how thick-skinned.
Let it go. It’s all in the past. Stay here and live well. With so many people by my side, and now the baby… what more could I want?
Yet, there was something else—something he couldn’t quite define. Even if he eventually accepted being their mate, he couldn’t spend his days confined to the bed, waiting to bear children.
But Baby… thank goodness you came back. Otherwise, I would never have forgiven myself. Forever unable to enjoy all of this with peace of mind.
"Second Brother…" Mingya whispered, nudging Moya, who was sleeping on the outer edge of the bed. Why did he feel that Lei Jin was crying?
Moya turned over, pressing Mingya’s head against his chest and patting him in silent reassurance.
Lei Jin wasn’t making a sound—just stifling quiet sobs in his throat.
His grief over losing the child had always run deeper than he let on. After all, he had blamed himself for the baby’s death. Now, finally being able to cry meant he could finally release that burden. Moya resisted the urge to gather both Lei Jin and the baby into his arms.
Xiya, lying with his hands behind his head, also caught the faint sounds from the inner room. This time, he’s really staying—willingly, without regrets, right? Unlike his papa, who had hidden years of pain and resentment, perhaps Lei Jin’s choice was genuine.
Maybe Moya and Mingya were right. A brief separation doesn’t mean letting go.
It was just that Xiya had been too afraid of loss. When his papa left, Moya was still young, and Mingya hadn’t even been born. Only Xiya remembered his papa's resolute departure—the feeling of being abandoned. He never wanted to experience that again.
The next day, Roger still didn’t come out for meals. An Sen and An Luo stayed by his side the whole time. Lei Jin, as usual, took Mingya to Chunji’s place.
When he heard about Grapes’ condition, his heart sank. Fortunately, the old man in black—who called himself Tian Qi and boastfully claimed to have been the most renowned physician on the continent fifty years ago—assured him that since the baby was still young, he could be cured.
Lei Jin inwardly rolled his eyes at the man’s shameless self-praise but outwardly maintained a respectful demeanor, nodding along and even throwing in a few flattering remarks. After all, his baby’s life was in his hands.
Tian Qi instructed Lei Jin to hold the baby steady before inserting needles into Grapes’ head—turning the poor child’s scalp into a pincushion. The baby wailed uncontrollably, and Lei Jin, rarely one to show vulnerability in public, nearly broke down. At one point, he almost snatched Grapes away and stormed off, refusing further treatment.
It was Chunji who snapped him out of it, scolding him into submission. Lei Jin gritted his teeth and held the baby tightly until the session ended. Meanwhile, Mingya, heartbroken at seeing Grapes suffer, cried along with him.
Later, Lei Jin mentioned the naming matter to Chunji. The latter, who had been moping like a condemned criminal, instantly perked up. First, he mocked Lei Jin’s naming sense—"Green eyes, so you call him ‘Grapes’? If his eyes were black, would you name him ‘Pebbles’?"—nearly earning himself a punch.
Then, without hesitation, Chunji suggested his own name: Han Xi, which meant winter dawn.
Lei Jin reluctantly accepted, refusing to admit that Chunji’s choice of name was far more meaningful than his own. But he knew Chunji must have thought of it long ago—otherwise, he wouldn’t have answered so quickly.
Chunji’s personality was much like Lei Jin’s—the more he cared, the more he pretended not to. The fact that he had a name ready proved just how much he adored the baby.
"Baby, little grape, eat a little more," Chunji coaxed, feeding Grapes milk fruit juice.
Having more people love the baby wasn’t a bad thing. Of course, everyone would adore his child. Lei Jin smirked proudly.
Jia He was the tribe’s carpenter, skilled in crafting doors and stools—even many of the odd furnishings in Chunji’s home were his handiwork. Lei Jin commissioned a crib, knowing his own terrible sleeping habits. Before, it hadn’t mattered, but now, the thought of accidentally crushing the baby terrified him.
Jia He had made cribs before, but never one with wheels. After some animated explanations from Lei Jin and Jia He’s quick comprehension, they managed to attach four solid wooden wheels to the crib’s base.
The only downside? It could only move straight—no turning. Still, Lei Jin was thrilled. He planned to use it as a bed at night and take the baby for walks on sunny days.
Jia He, though a tall and burly werebeast, was meticulous—especially since this was their family's child. The crib was made of smooth, oiled bamboo slats, with a raised frame and a flat base. He even designed it with two layers—the lower one for storage and ventilation, ensuring the baby wouldn’t overheat in summer.
After thanking Jia He profusely and leaving him a frozen deer as payment, Lei Jin proudly wheeled the crib home, drawing envious stares—especially from the tribe’s females. Many, despite their own worries, couldn’t help but admire the convenience of such a crib and asked Lei Jin how it was made. He answered them all without holding back.
As Grapes’ health gradually improved, Lei Jin’s worries shifted to two other matters.
First, Mingya’s leg. He had asked Chunji repeatedly, but the answer remained the same—it would never fully recover. Lei Jin didn’t care how Mingya looked, but Mingya was barely just an adult. How could he bear Mingya ending up disabled, especially because of him?
Second, the family’s current situation. While food was usually plentiful in this world, with tribes spaced far apart and rarely clashing, exceptions existed. Now, at the start of spring, with snow still unmelted and winter stores nearly depleted, many families were on the brink of starvation.
The werebeasts were preparing for a large hunt, but with most animals still hibernating and migratory herds yet to arrive, food sources were scarce. During such times, even normally peaceful tribes would fight viciously over resources, leading to countless deaths.
If only the tribe had more food reserves… But planting now wouldn’t yield anything in time.
Their own household was still well-stocked, thanks to the family's five werebeasts’ winter hunts. But this time, aside from Mingya (who was injured), An Sen, Xiya, and the others would all be going.
What if something happens?
Lei Jin had just resolved to stay and build a life with them. He couldn’t afford to lose any of them.
These issues were very headache-inducing. Rubbing his temples as he walked, Lei Jin couldn’t help but grumble. One husband would’ve been enough trouble. Now he had three—triple the worries. Could his life get any harder?
The answer came immediately: Yes.
Because right then, he saw An Bu—the person who gave Roger headaches.
An Bu was leading a group of werebeasts, discussing something in low tones, his demeanor calm and composed. Tall, handsome, and dignified, he was undeniably attractive. But if Roger didn’t like him, even divine charm won’t help.
Spotting Lei Jin, An Bu dismissed the others and approached.
"May I see the child?" His gaze had been fixed on Grapes since they crossed paths.
"Go ahead." Lei Jin was magnanimous. After all, he was technically the baby’s grandfather.
Grapes was sprawled out in the crib, sleeping with unrestrained abandon—much like his good ol’ dad.
An Bu lifted the baby with practiced ease, smiling faintly. "This is your and Moya’s child?"
As if you don’t know. The tribe wasn’t that big, and as chief, An Bu was surely aware. Still, Lei Jin nodded. "Yes, mine and Moya’s. His eyes are emerald green, so we nicknamed him ‘Grapes.’" That’s what you really wanted to confirm, isn’t it?
Sure enough, An Bu’s face lit up. "Grapes is good. A fine name."
Since Lei Jin had introduced grapes as edible, the whole tribe now knew what they were. An Bu naturally knew as well.
But Lei Jin knew it wasn’t about the name—it was about the baby’s eyes. Finally, proof that Roger bore him a son too.
That night, Lei Jin tossed and turned, unable to sleep—worrying about Mingya’s leg, Xiya and Moya’s upcoming hunt, and the future ahead.