Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 26

“Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, do I look good?”

Fu Ling was observing himself 360 degrees in front of a full-length mirror, but he was asking a different voice.

A mechanical voice appeared in his mind and answered him.

“…It’s a bit of a waste of your face.”

“Ah… then what should I do.”

Fu Ling tugged at his collar, feeling a bit flushed. He was wearing a baseball cap, a white short-sleeved shirt, and loose athletic shorts with grey drawstrings below, looking very much like a male college student.

He looked closer and felt that this outfit might be fine for ordinary times.

But if he were going to seduce a man, it was probably a bit too plain.

“Fine, fine.”

He grumbled and complained, leaning down to open the low wardrobe.

As he did so, the big, white, fluffy tail originally hidden beneath his shorts instantly popped out. The plump tip of the tail brushed against his thighs back and forth, revealing the owner’s hesitant mood.

Fu Ling lived in a narrow little room with peeling wallpaper, revealing the grayish-white walls beneath. Many corners were stained with oil and mold.

The indoor facilities were pitifully sparse: a greasy table, a tiny bed, a square wardrobe, and a tiny one-square-meter toilet. Generally, only the most desperate laborers would stay here temporarily.

Inside the wardrobe hung a few sparse clothes. There weren’t many, all basic black and white styles—cheap goods Fu Ling had found at a street stall during a losing money clearance sale.

The price was incredibly low, and the material was very poor. Wearing them felt like draping a burlap sack over his body.

But Fu Ling had no money to buy better clothes.

He was a male fox spirit who had just reached adulthood. Having lived in a palace since childhood, he had never suffered and naturally didn’t know how to make money. Not long ago, he was kicked out of his home and happened to hit a fox spirit’s first mating period after reaching adulthood. He was in an extremely weak state and almost starved to death on the streets.

It was this system in his head calling itself 005 that saved him, but there was a price.

“We serve a God. He has now chosen you as an envoy to complete the tasks of this world. As long as you finish, you can obtain a chance to fulfill a wish and start your life—and fox life—anew.”

“What do I need to do?”

The snow-white fox lay on the dirty floor, piteously curling itself up with its tail.

“Your mission target is named Zhou Xinghui.

He is the protagonist ‘shou’ of a Danmei novel. Born of humble origins, he is nevertheless scouted by the protagonist ‘gong’—a powerful and wealthy CEO. After a chance encounter, the two begin a love-hate war of romance.

However, because something happened to the author, the story was abandoned before Zhou Xinghui could develop deeper feelings for the protagonist gong. As one of the protagonists, Zhou Xinghui developed strong resentment, which triggered the mission.”

Fu Ling asked innocently: “So what do I need to do?”

005: “Your mission is to play the ‘scumbag’ who pushes the important plot points in the original story, helping to finish the ending the original text should have had, so the protagonist shou can complete his unfulfilled wish.”

“Zhou Xinghui has had an unhappy family life since childhood. His parents divorced, and he grew up in silence alone. After graduating high school, he got into a prestigious university. His wish: to have a perfect, happy little family of his own.”

Back to the present.

Zhou Xinghui, as the protagonist shou, has already met the protagonist gong for the first time. The protagonist gong, Li Ye, became interested in him and immediately caused Zhou Xinghui to lose his originally stable, high-paying job.

Because the protagonist gong possesses immense power in this city, no other employer dares to hire Zhou Xinghui.

Currently, he is working on a construction site to save money. According to the original plot, “Fu Ling” as the scumbag should make his entrance now.

The system said that within the allowed scope, he could quietly suck a little bit of human Yang energy.

Fu Ling found an outfit in the wardrobe that was passably decent. He struggled to tuck his large tail between his thighs. The full-length mirror honestly reflected that beautiful and innocent face.

Peach-blossom eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, cherry lips—when he smiled, it was as if all the flowers in the room had bloomed. No man or woman could refuse this face.

“Still very ordinary.” 005 evaluated with its limited experience, “But you are very beautiful, so… there shouldn’t be a problem.”

It said should, but Fu Ling’s eyes brightened.

It was early summer and the weather was sweltering. Fu Ling tugged at his top, trying to let more cool breeze in. His eyes were sparkling, shimmering with little stars.

“Really? Will Zhou Xinghui like it?”

This appearance didn’t look like someone going to be a scumbag, but rather like someone going to pursue the protagonist shou.

005 sensed a bit of strangeness. Remembering the fate of its last host, it warned: “I advise you, it’s best not to fall in love with the mission target.”

“I know, I know!”

Fu Ling waved his hand dismissively.

He wouldn’t fall for a human!

As a fox spirit, he was just greedy for human Yang energy.

Fu Ling licked his red lips. There was a small mole beneath his lip, quite seductive.

Speaking of which, in all these days since reaching adulthood, he hadn’t managed to suck a single person’s Yang energy…

As one of the protagonists of this world, Zhou Xinghui’s Yang energy should be quite good, right?

Just then, the door was suddenly pounded so hard it shook.

“Get out! Get the f*ck out!”

Fu Ling’s originally happy expression froze instantly. He looked around in a panic. Before he could think of a good solution, the sound of a lock turning came from the door—it was being opened with a key.

A fat, bald man walked in, looked the youth’s panic-stricken face up and down, and shouted at him:

“Damn it, you’ve owed two months on such cheap rent! Pay up!”

“Don’t be in a hurry!” Fu Ling instinctively covered his tail, which had popped out of his pants due to the stress. Fortunately, the other man was staring at his face and didn’t notice. He hurriedly said, “I have your contact info. Once I have money, I will definitely pay you back immediately…”

“Pah, who would believe that!” The man spat, and then his lecherous eyes wandered over Fu Ling’s body. “Damn it, a grown man looking prettier than a woman, staying in the room all day long and no one knows what you’re doing. I heard those big bosses like little white faces like you. You couldn’t be a ‘duck,’ could you?”

Fu Ling looked at him with surprise and confusion, thinking his identity as a monster was about to be exposed. He waved his hands frantically: “You’ve got it wrong, I am not a ‘duck spirit’!”

Seeing his anxious and naive look, appearing very simple and easy to cheat, the man’s eyes rolled. He took a step forward: “How about this? Uncle has never ‘grassed’ a man before. If you stick your butt up and let me have some fun, you can stay in this house as long as you want…”

Saying this, he reached out to grab Fu Ling’s slender waist. Fu Ling was shocked; as naive as he was, he knew what “grass” and “butt” put together meant. He immediately got angry.

He had just reached adulthood and was in his mating period, lacking a partner with sufficient Yang energy, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t picky! The male and female foxes in his clan who applied to mate with him could wrap around the mountain thirty times!

Fu Ling had been pampered since childhood. Now he was being so humble toward a human and yet still being bullied—where was the logic?!

Seeing the man persistently pestering him, Fu Ling let out a slap and gave the man an unexpected ear-flick, saying seriously:

“You can’t!”

This little fox spirit looked thin and lanky, but his strength was truly not small. The man was slapped so hard he fell to the ground, seeing stars. He clutched his face and looked at Fu Ling in disbelief, screaming heart-wrenchingly:

“Assault! Assault! You just wait, I’m going to call the police!”

Call the police!!

Fu Ling’s breath hitched.

The man was coming to grab him. Fu Ling had no time to take anything, he rushed out the door. The man’s shouting had attracted other tenants to open their doors and look. When those exhausted people saw such a beautiful piece of work, their gazes couldn’t help but become greedy.

Fu Ling ran from the corridor to the first floor. Along the way, those people’s greasy gazes felt like they were smearing oil on his body, making Fu Ling feel disgusted.

The rough clothes on his body rubbed against the fox spirit’s delicate skin, especially during the sensitive mating period, making Fu Ling feel so wronged he wanted to cry.

“Xiao Wu, what should I do? The house I finally found is gone, I haven’t sucked a single person’s Yang energy yet, I’m so hungry I’m dizzy, and I was kicked out. Why am I so unlucky, wu wu wu…”

Fu Ling walked under the scorching sun. His tail, which he still couldn’t control well, was slumped in a bunch inside his pants, attracting the attention of many onlookers. He had no time to care, keeping his head down. The baseball cap only revealed a sharp and beautiful chin. His lips were pursed tight, the corners of his mouth pulled down.

He was beautiful, but penniless. When he was first saved by the system, he was barely clothed and almost got caught. He could only transform into his fox form and hide in a human police station—it was said that was the safest place for humans.

While he was asleep, some kind passerby found him hiding in the corner. Perhaps mistaking him for a white dog, they draped a coat over him.

When Fu Ling woke up, he was wearing that coat. He found a pair of pants in a roadside old-clothes donation box and luckily pulled out a few dozen yuan that the owner had forgotten to take. Only then did he find the cheapest village within the city room to stay in.

But he also needed to eat. Human food was expensive and lacked nutrition. Fu Ling’s money was quickly spent.

“Don’t worry, there’s always a way.”

005 didn’t know how to comfort him either. It didn’t have much experience itself. The last host it met had both beauty and strength, and eventually worked their way up to a position below only one but above millions in the Empire.

How could that compare to Fu Ling, who grew up pampered, knew nothing, and didn’t even know what “being a duck” meant?

Ultimately, 005 was just an auxiliary system, responsible for distributing and monitoring the God’s tasks. It didn’t have much auxiliary capability for the envoy themselves.

Fu Ling walked dejectedly for a while, then suddenly looked up in realization: “Right, wasn’t I going to find Zhou Xinghui! I’ll go right now!”

In the plot, the first encounter between the scumbag and Zhou Xinghui was when the scumbag pretended to help Zhou Xinghui, making Zhou Xinghui develop a slight favorable impression of him.

The author had buried foreshadowing here, hinting that the scumbag’s identity was not simple and that his purpose in approaching Zhou Xinghui was impure, likely related to the protagonist gong.

Unfortunately, it was never finished, and the story was completely abandoned.

But there was a benefit—it made it easy for Fu Ling to improvise.

Fu Ling quickly learned from the system the place where Zhou Xinghui was currently working: a construction site near another industrial park in the west of the city, where he was working as an electrician.

Fu Ling didn’t know what an electrician did, but it sounded very professional and impressive—it must earn a lot of money.

He didn’t know anyone else in this city. He heard that the protagonist shou was a good person who would even feed the cats and dogs on the street. If… he meant if, if he helped the protagonist shou, a great person like that surely wouldn’t mind taking him in, right?

Fu Ling forgot that he wasn’t some cat or dog right now, but a man over 180cm tall.

Holding such expectations, Fu Ling spent his last two yuan and took a swaying bus to the industrial park area in the west of the city. He wound his way through the urban village and turned into an alley that was supposedly the protagonist shou’s necessary path.

The alley was narrow, with piles of random bricks, and the walls were covered in children’s graffiti. At the end stood two messy, withered trees that looked like they were both about to die.

“Xiao Wu, don’t you think these two trees are as piteous as I am?”

Fu Ling felt a surge of emotion and couldn’t help asking.

“You are better looking than they are.” 005 replied.

“Besides being good-looking, is there anything else I can beat them at?”

“…” 005 went silent.

Would a normal person compare themselves to a tree?

Fu Ling squatted next to the withered tree, drooping his head, waiting expectantly for the protagonist shou to appear.

Zhou Xinghui finally finished a day of hard work.

The boss here was a kind outsider. Seeing that he had nothing to do and the site only had grueling physical labor, he gave him a chance. Fortunately, Zhou Xinghui was a capable electrician and could earn a fixed 315 yuan a day.

During his spare time, he would go move bricks. Relying on his great strength and willingness to work hard, he could conservatively make another fifty or so yuan.

Added together, it was over 300 yuan a day. Plus, food, clothing, and necessities weren’t expensive—he usually visited the promotion area of the supermarket. By the end of the month, after deducting taxes and miscellaneous costs, he could save several thousand yuan.

No one wants to live so frugally and desperately in their early twenties, but Zhou Xinghui was different. He was from the countryside. His parents were not good to him, and the villagers looked down on him, calling him a jinx.

From childhood to adulthood, Zhou Xinghui’s greatest wish was to successfully marry, have children, and have a happy little family of his own.

He saved money so desperately just to give his future wife and children a good life and raise them to be fair and plump.

Zhou Xinghui was usually a man of few words, even being called a “cold top-student” by many girls. But in reality, as an extremely traditional man, Zhou Xinghui believed the greatest sense of accomplishment in this life was letting his wife and children have the confidence to buy, buy, and buy.

Unfortunately, he had traveled from a small county to a top university in a big city with ambition and sparks, graduating with excellent grades, only to accidentally offend someone. This led him to only being able to do the most tiring and bitter work now. Compared to his other elite classmates sitting in offices with air conditioning, he was quite far behind.

However, Zhou Xinghui rarely complained. He was a bit stubborn, feeling that as a man, suffering a bit was nothing.

The kind of weak and delicate men who looked like they would cry after one punch were the type Zhou Xinghui least liked to interact with. He even found it hard to accept the existence of such people and would keep a respectful distance when seeing them at school.

Combined with the fact that he didn’t like to talk much and didn’t really look like the stereotypical image of a person from the countryside—possessing a bit of an arrogant air—he had never been very popular with those boys.

Just as his thoughts were wandering aimlessly, his footsteps turned into a familiar, dilapidated alley. The place that was originally quiet and empty now had an extra person.

Zhou Xinghui’s footsteps instinctively slowed down. The youth who was originally squatting suddenly looked up. Beneath the baseball cap, his light-white dyed hair poked out cutely. Below that, a face so stunning it was out of place here was revealed, looking at him with a bit of a dazed expression.

Zhou Xinghui paused, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: This person is so beautiful he looks like a spirit.

Seeing this beautiful man staring at him without blinking, Zhou Xinghui felt inexplicably uncomfortable and quickened his pace, intending to bypass him.

Fu Ling was first dazed for a moment by Zhou Xinghui’s handsome face and good physique with wide shoulders and a narrow waist.

So, so handsome a man…

Little Fu Ling, who was already half-hard due to his mating period, instantly stood at attention.

The first moment Fu Ling saw Zhou Xinghui, he knew he wanted to suck his Yang energy.

He was originally worried if he could bring himself to do it, but now, not at all.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t notice anything unusual. Fu Ling hurriedly covered his lower half, stood up, and called out to him:

“Hey! Wait, wait a moment! I have something to ask you.”

Zhou Xinghui slowly frowned, stood in place, and looked toward Fu Ling with uncertainty.

Some lewd jokes from his coworkers suddenly surfaced in his mind.

“Do you guys know ‘chickens’? Have you ever seen a ‘duck’ standing on the street? F*ck, I saw one the other day, so damn beautiful my heart was itching!”

“Hey, hey, tell us, what did he look like? Did you ‘grass’ his butt?”

“Pah, I don’t like men! But seriously, that little duck was so damn pretty. If it were a bit cheaper, giving him a night wouldn’t be impossible…”

The coworkers discussed it with laughter. Zhou Xinghui hadn’t taken it seriously at the time. He had no interest in men for the time being—more accurately, he hadn’t met anyone he was interested in, and he didn’t want to know what “the most beautiful little duck” looked like.

He shifted his gaze and saw the youth in front of him biting his lower lip, saying with seeming difficulty: “Can you take me in?”

“…What?” Zhou Xinghui thought he had misheard.

“I said, can you…”

Before Fu Ling could gather the courage to say it again, Zhou Xinghui immediately waved his hand, took a step back, and said with restraint and traditionalism: “I don’t use ducks, thank you.”

“…Ah?” Fu Ling looked at him blankly.

He didn’t know why, but if it were any other person, Zhou Xinghui wouldn’t care. But the boy in front of him looked like a student not yet out of university, and the clothes on his body were of very poor material, looking like it was his first day out selling and he wasn’t very skilled yet.

Zhou Xinghui thought that he might be the first customer this boy had met. This boy might only be doing this because he was at a dead end, so he wasn’t beyond saving yet.

“Don’t be a duck at such a young age.” His clumsy mouth squeezed out this one sentence after a long silence.

“What duck? I’m not one of those stinky ducks!” unexpectedly, the youth instantly flared up, saying huffily, “Can’t you tell? I’m a fox spirit!”

Why were these humans all like this? He was not one of those ducks who shat anywhere and couldn’t control their butts! It was truly infuriating!

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

Was there any difference?

Talking more was useless. Zhou Xinghui shook his head, ignored him, and turned to leave.

Fu Ling, who was angry just now, panicked as soon as he saw the man leaving: “Don’t go… ah!”

He was tripped by the messy bricks in the alley, his whole body falling straight into Zhou Xinghui’s arms.

Zhou Xinghui was a bit dazed by the impact, his alarm bells ringing—it seemed he had encountered a touch-porcelain scammer!

He looked down, only to see a large, white, fluffy tail poking out from the shorts.

“…………” Zhou Xinghui’s eyes slowly widened.

Th-this is…

Fu Ling slowly stood upright in his arms, his face red as he said: “Thank you. You are such a good person, you were even willing to catch me.”

As he spoke, his tail wagged happily.

Zhou Xinghui looked at him in disbelief: “What on earth are you?”

Hmm?

Fu Ling looked at himself in confusion, only then realizing his tail was exposed. He immediately became nervous.

He knew that some humans were very afraid of spirits and would call people to take them away. Although Fu Ling felt Zhou Xinghui wouldn’t do that, he still guiltily stuffed his tail back into his pants.

“That…”

Zhou Xinghui’s gaze shifted again, not looking at his tail, but looking at another place. This time, his expression was one of shocked stagnation.

Bad, bad! I didn’t cover it!

Fu Ling’s hands were about to fly, one hand covering each side, while he looked up with a red face and said: “Listen to my explanation—”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xinghui said: “Pervert.”

Fu Ling: “…”

He slowly opened his eyes wide. Zhou Xinghui watched as a large teardrop fell from his eyes.

He didn’t speak, looking at the other with a beautiful, pale, and sad face, as if the person in front of him had committed a monstrous crime.

Zhou Xinghui’s originally cold face instantly couldn’t hold up, and he became instinctively flustered: “You… don’t cry…”

Seeing Fu Ling continue to shed tears in silence, and seeing that that place had no intention of resting, Zhou Xinghui paused: “How about I give you money? Stop crying.”

He pulled a stack of crumpled cash from his jacket pocket, not even counting it, and stuffed it into Fu Ling’s hand: “Don’t do this kind of thing in the future.”

Unexpectedly, once Fu Ling saw that money, his tears instantly fell even harder.

The protagonist shou really is a good person, and he’s actually so handsome. Such a good person surely wouldn’t mind if I suck a little bit of his Yang energy, right?

He looked at Zhou Xinghui piteously:

“You are such a good person, so will you sugar me? I will work very hard to grass your butt. Of course, if you are willing, you can work hard to grass my butt too. As long as you give me a little bit of Yang energy as a reward…”

His beautiful eyes wandered over Zhou Xinghui’s firm buttocks, then stared at him piteously, like a kitten or puppy with watery eyes.

Zhou Xinghui tensed his thighs: “No.”

Fu Ling instantly retracted his piteous expression.

He silently wiped his tears and grumbled under his breath defiantly: “You have so much Yang energy, what’s the big deal if I suck a little? Stingy brat.”