Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 16

Yu Xianqing opened his light screen and seriously read through various posts on the StarNet gender forum.

As soon as he logged on, the latest post he swiped to was:

“Preparing for pregnancy for five years! My wife is finally pregnant!!!”

The bright red exclamation marks, combined with countless crying yellow face emojis, allowed one to imagine the beastman’s joy.

This poster looked quite familiar; for years, he had been posting his daily pregnancy preparation routine on the forum, recording his wife’s physical condition, and now he had finally achieved his wish.

Yu Xianqing clicked in and posted a comment.

“Congratulations, receiving the luck.”

When bored netizens see something they want, they desperately receive it at the bottom of the post. It was only after Yu Xianqing finished posting that he realized he was truly becoming a bit obsessed.

A month had passed since Zelan’s reproductive chamber was damaged. The wound had long since healed, and they were about to reach their destination.

The only thing that showed no movement was Zelan’s belly.

It would have been fine if he didn’t care, but once he thought about how hard he had worked without any reward, Yu Xianqing felt depressed.

He clicked on the poster’s avatar and sent a private message.

“Excuse me, could you share some experience on preparing for pregnancy?”

He blurred the details of his and Zelan’s situation slightly and gave a brief explanation.

The other party replied quickly.

“Huh? You mean you’ve only been married for a few months? It’s very normal not to conceive.”

“Is it possible not to conceive even if the reproductive chamber has been opened?”

“It’s possible. Is the species gap between you large? My wife and I are one reptile and one amphibian; we worked hard every day to ‘deliver public grain,’ and it’s only now that we’ve conceived.”

Well… humans and felines… the gap should be quite large.

Yu Xianqing fell into deep thought facing the page, and for a moment, he actually didn’t notice the door being opened.

The light footsteps of the feline didn’t disturb his thoughts. Zelan came up behind Yu Xianqing and at a glance saw the pinned forum title—

“Good Luck Pregnancy Community!! Wishing everyone can give birth to fair and plump cubs”

Zelan: “…”

Sometimes, Yu Xianqing was indeed quite hard to figure out.

Usually, he had no desires or demands, yet he seemed very enthusiastic about having children.

Asking himself, Zelan had indeed married Yu Xianqing initially to seek healthy offspring.

But now, he didn’t want a child at all.

Isn’t it good to maintain the status quo?

Cubs are clearly so annoying.

Zelan had a faint intuition that felt bad yet seemed accurately pinpointed—if there really were a cub, Yu Xianqing would definitely love the cub more, not him.

“Hey.” Zelan stood behind Yu Xianqing with his arms crossed. Yu Xianqing immediately closed the light screen, stood up, and turned around, only to see the other’s sour face.

“It’s time to eat.” Zelan gave him a cold glance.

Yu Xianqing: “I’ll go right away.”

The matter started a few days ago.

Given that the nutritional meals were too unpalatable, Yu Xianqing set up a kitchen on the starship and cooked meals for himself using some simple ingredients.

At first, only he and Zelan ate. Later, Albert thick-skinnedly leaned in, and Yu Xianqing shared an extra portion.

Later still, more and more beastmen came because of his reputation, until finally even leaders and officers from other armies wanted a piece of the pie.

Yu Xianqing’s dinner table couldn’t accommodate so many people, and Zelan didn’t allow so many people to enter the starship—actually, Zelan originally wanted to drive them all away, but was refused by Yu Xianqing.

“The dinner table and the drinking table are the best places to talk business.”

Zelan looked impatient. Beastmen don’t have much patience; most of the time, being able to sit down and accompany Yu Xianqing to chat was already quite good, let alone when the purpose of Yu Xianqing’s talk was to pull those extra guys in, which was no different from challenging his territorial sense.

Zelan stared fixedly at Yu Xianqing’s opening and closing lips, hearing him say:

“As a prince, you are a born leader, and most beastmen will look to you as their head. As for those you weren’t familiar with before, after a meal and some drinks, you’ll all be acquainted.”

Zelan sneered: “I don’t care for it.”

Yu Xianqing: “Do you want all these officers to listen to Al?”

Zelan fell silent.

In the past, he would have answered “yes” as a matter of course.

Whose orders those people followed had nothing to do with him.

But now he wasn’t sure.

That feeling of powerlessness and anger when his mate was almost snatched away—Zelan never wanted to experience it a second time.

Before long, word had spread almost everywhere that the second prince had a beautiful, gentle, and virtuous human imperial concubine. Not only was he stunningly beautiful, but he was also particularly good at cooking and could often research unheard-of delicacies.

As a result, when Zelan was free, he could hardly find an opportunity to spend even a quiet afternoon alone with Yu Xianqing.

There was only a short distance left to Nightingale Star; this interstellar journey was about to end.

Yu Xianqing arrived at the kitchen. Servants had already prepared the ingredients, so he didn’t need to tire himself out; he only planned to personally cook some venison and beef to feed Zelan.

The helping chef said enviously, “The Imperial Concubine is so good to His Highness. Every time, the food His Highness likes is personally made by the Imperial Concubine.”

“That’s right.” The rest of the people chimed in, “Prince Zelan is truly fortunate.”

Yu Xianqing was used to these praises, which were mixed with flattery and envy; he didn’t know how much of it was sincere, but he wouldn’t push people thousands of miles away either.

“Eating more meat is good for the body.”

“Isn’t that the truth.” An experienced cook said, “If the Human Highness wants to give birth to a little prince, you must supplement your nutrition more. Generally speaking, a beastman has three or four in a litter. With your body being so thin and weak, if you don’t maintain nutritional intake, you might be sucked dry by the cubs.”

Yu Xianqing’s hand movements stopped, “Sucked dry?”

“Yes. Beastman cubs grow fast, especially ones with a good constitution like Prince Zelan’s. The cubs will probably need even more nutrition.”

Yu Xianqing’s eyebrows furrowed slightly; this was his expression when thinking.

“I understand.” Yu Xianqing gave the order, “From now on, add another meal of mutton to the Imperial Mansion’s menu.”

“Yes.”

The banquet began. Zelan sat next to Yu Xianqing, but for some reason, he had no appetite for the table full of dishes that were perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Seeing blind beastmen constantly staring at his imperial concubine and even daring to toast him, Zelan’s face was so dark it was about to drip water.

The human sensed his abnormal mood and tugged at his sleeve, “Your Highness, I made new dishes today, give them a try.”

Zelan lowered his eyes to look at the table of food. Most were made by beastmen chefs under Yu Xianqing’s guidance; only the three large meat dishes placed right in front were personally made by Yu Xianqing for him.

As a fierce beast in his original form who had to march and train troops day after day, Zelan’s meat intake was definitely not small.

But in recent days, for some reason, he suddenly lost interest in meat dishes; he felt a bit nauseous just looking at them. Out of consideration for Yu Xianqing’s presence, he would still pretend to be a big eater every time.

Zelan picked up his chopsticks, intending to taste the dish his imperial concubine made for him. As a result, when he saw that extra pot of bloody, half-raw mutton, his chopsticks trembled slightly.

“Excuse me for a moment.” Zelan suddenly stood up and walked out with a cold aura.

Yu Xianqing was a bit puzzled, but could only keep it to himself and steady the full room of guests.

Once the meal ended, he hurriedly excused himself and went back to the room to check on Zelan’s condition.

The way Zelan couldn’t stomach the meat just now was reflected in Yu Xianqing’s eyes; he had a faint premonition. His usually calm brain was a bit chaotic, and even his palms were slightly sweating.

Before reaching Zelan’s room, Yu Xianqing vaguely heard some strange noises from the utility room in the corner.

He hurriedly pushed open the door, but the scene he saw was vastly different from what he imagined.

Zelan was sitting on the floor in a semi-beastified state, with half a huge deer head spread out in front of him.

The deer head had already been bitten into a bloody, wretched state. The corners of Zelan’s mouth were hung with blood and scraps of meat, his jaw was moving vigorously, and one could vaguely see forest-white teeth crushing bone and flesh into minced meat like a meat grinder.

—He was actually hiding in the utility room eating a deer head.

The hurried impulse in Yu Xianqing’s heart vanished entirely. He sighed, took a step closer to the other, but Zelan suddenly raised his head and bared his teeth at him.

“Roar—!”

“I’m not fighting you for food.” Yu Xianqing pulled his cloak tighter around himself, returning to his usual elegant and noble Imperial Concubine appearance. “Next time Your Highness wants to eat something, just tell me. If you want to eat pure natural prey, we can also go to the hunting grounds to hunt. It’s just…”

He glanced at Zelan’s clothing stained with blood and minced meat, endured it, and ultimately didn’t say the phrase “don’t eat so messily in the future.”

Zelan’s brow lowered, his vertical pupils cold, making his features look very fierce. The meaning within was for him to get out.

Yu Xianqing thoughtfully closed the door for him before leaving.

Who knows what’s wrong with Zelan, actually hiding in a room alone to eat a head… It might be a beastman’s atavistic behavior, liking to use primitive biting to enjoy food.

But doesn’t he have a germaphobia?

This thought drifted lightly through his mind, and Yu Xianqing didn’t think deeply about it. When he opened his own door, a familiar figure knelt before him.

“You’ve come.”

Then, the door slowly closed.

After Yu Xianqing left, Zelan could no longer maintain that fierce appearance. He instantly slumped weakly onto the ground, but then immediately jumped up, clutched his chest, and ran to the toilet stall.

His irrepressible stomach cramped, vomiting out everything he had just swallowed.

A moment later, with trembling hands, Zelan slowly pushed himself up from the sink.

Seeing those eyes with red rims in the mirror, he suddenly erupted into incomparable anger and smashed the mirror with a punch.

“Damn it…”

Why… why at a time like this…

Zelan paused for a few seconds, ignored his fingers which were still stuck with shards, and punched his own abdomen again and again.

His abdomen reacted violently, as if something were fighting against him. The next moment, he knelt over the toilet again, vomiting desperately.

Countless bright red bits of meat tissue were vomited out. Zelan felt even more disgusted just looking at them.

There couldn’t really be a meatball without facial features living inside his stomach, could there…

For some reason, a chill rising from the soles of his feet made Zelan shiver.

For a moment, a huge terror swept over his entire body, to the point where he couldn’t even produce the extra strength to support his body.

“Monster.” Zelan slumped on the floor, cursing in a low voice.