Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27.1

Zhou Xinghui had a weakness.

He couldn’t stand seeing others cry.

Especially when a beauty cried before him like rain hitting pear blossoms, looking so piteous that it felt as if they would shatter if he didn’t pay them some mind.

Just as he was hesitating, the fox spirit stopped his tears and even called him a stingy brat.

This righteous attitude—had he not known it was their first day meeting—almost made Zhou Xinghui believe it really was his own fault.

He was speechless, which only made the fox spirit more energetic.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t agree.”

Fu Ling rubbed his eyes, hugging his chest huffily.

“Anyway, I’ll just go wander out there as a lone fox spirit. No one is willing to take me in anyway. You know, I can’t suck any Yang energy, so I’ll just faint from hunger on the street and be picked up by those bad men who will do ‘this and that’ to me. Then I can eat my fill and won’t have to die because no one cared for me during my estrus period… wu…”

As he reached the end, he felt a surge of sorrow again: “Those bosses and old men, they’re all thinking about my butt!”

Unfortunately, they were too smelly. Not to mention their Yang energy was thin, they stank all over. Fu Ling didn’t look highly upon them at all.

Zhou Xinghui was different. Although he had just finished work and was covered in dust and grime, his Yang energy was pure and smelled wonderful. Fu Ling felt like drooling just thinking about it.

Anyway, he had to play the scumbag and dump Zhou Xinghui eventually, so what was wrong with sucking a little of his Yang energy first!

As Fu Ling sobbed and spoke, the sky darkened, and the moonlight draped over him, causing his silver-white hair to emit a cold, clear glow.

He continued to whisper angry words, getting more and more ridiculous, saying things like “I am the most failure of a fox spirit,” “even a duck lives with more dignity than a fox like me,” and “I’ll just starve to death right now for you to see.”

Zhou Xinghui was silent for a moment before asking: “Where is your home? I’ll send you back.”

“I don’t have a home.” Fu Ling’s voice grew small and muffled. “I was kicked out by my family. They all said they don’t love me anymore.”

The fox spirit toyed with the corner of his shirt, finding it somewhat difficult to speak these words. He cautiously lifted his eyelids to glance at Zhou Xinghui, then lowered them again upon making eye contact, the upturned, seductive corners of his eyes turning red once more.

…No wonder he looks so destitute.

Zhou Xinghui asked again: “…Are you still in school?”

Fu Ling looked younger than him, but he didn’t know if fox spirits had such a thing as going to university.

Fu Ling’s hands tugging at his shirt became even more restless.

Zhou Xinghui had a bad premonition, and sure enough, he saw Fu Ling bite his lip and shake his head. “No, I’ve never been to school.”

He had always been taught by teachers specially hired by his family. Even though they were fox spirits from the mountains, they couldn’t be pure illiterates.

Ancient stories often said they liked to seduce scholars. At their core, fox spirits possessed a bit of academic worship.

It was just that their constitutions were special. Of the few who had been secretly sent out to attend school with humans, almost all of them failed to control their nature. They would drool whenever they encountered pleasant-smelling Yang energy, seducing many humans into bed.

He heard that a few big shots had even come to blows over this, causing a bloodbath throughout the city.

Therefore, Fu Ling had never attended school with humans. He only felt a bit of admiration for Zhou Xinghui upon hearing he graduated from a prestigious university, but being asked so bluntly made him a bit annoyed at being exposed.

“That’s just how we fox spirits are,” Fu Ling said. “No degree, no job, just sucking more human Yang energy to make a living like this… I haven’t had a full meal in a long, long time. If you don’t take me in, I—I’m really going to starve to death.”

He shrank back, a hint of trepidation and fear appearing on his beautiful face. Stained with tear marks, he looked exceptionally piteous, yet possessed a unique kind of bewitching charm.

Zhou Xinghui’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his palms grew slightly sweaty. He couldn’t stop glancing at the narrow path leading away from this place. As long as he walked away without looking back, with his Yang energy that didn’t fear ghost possession, this little fox spirit probably wouldn’t dare do anything.

But, if he left him here alone, would he keep standing here, waiting for the next guest to arrive?

The human in front of him wiped his hands on his clothes—a gesture of hesitation. Fu Ling’s eyes brightened, knowing his chance had come.

He took a step forward and grabbed Zhou Xinghui’s wrist. His eyes, washed by tears, were sparkling: “If you take me home, I can wash your clothes, sweep the floor, and warm your bed. You can do whatever you want to me!”

The fox’s large tail popped out of his pants at this moment, curling toward his front. The fluffy tip of the tail kept brushing against Zhou Xinghui’s exposed arm.

He had just come off work from the construction site and was only wearing a sleeveless vest, with a faded short jacket draped over his arm. As the nighttime temperature dropped, the arm being lightly swept by the tail felt even itchier.

Zhou Xinghui wanted to dodge, but his wrist was held tight. The pleasant fragrance of the fox spirit wafted over. He was a bit confused as to what this scent was… sweet yet bitter, was it geranium?

“You can find someone else to help.” Zhou Xinghui’s mind was already a bit muddled. The fox spirit’s alluring large blue eyes looked toward him, the double eyelids curving outward from the corners of his eyes until they pulled into a flying arc at the ends. When he lightly frowned, he was both innocent and seductive.

That face, beautiful as an oil painting, matched his imagined appearance of a beautiful wife perfectly—it was just a pity he was the wrong gender.

He pried the fox spirit’s hand off his body: “…Someone will be willing.”

“But I don’t want to suck anyone else’s Yang energy!”

Fu Ling was a bit angry. He had been so humble, yet this protagonist shou was still unwilling. Isn’t it just being f*cked once! Is having a fragrant butt really that amazing!

Fu Ling felt wronged: “If I don’t suck, then I don’t suck. I’ll just starve to death, it won’t take any effort from you!”

Immediately ignoring the mission, he yanked his tail and decisively ran away from the end of the alley.

Zhou Xinghui watched the direction he disappeared into, wanting to say something but stopping. For a long time, he stood in silence, pulled a pack of cheap cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and took a puff.

Since then, Zhou Xinghui felt as if he was being watched by someone.

Occasionally, there was a eerie feeling of being followed. He would look back, but there was nothing.

He suspected whether the fox spirit from that day had done something to him.

Otherwise, why would he not only have this feeling but also constantly recall the fox spirit’s watery eyes in his mind?

When he approached people, he was like an abandoned puppy, and the things he said… it was as if he would drop dead immediately if he didn’t get Yang energy.

He didn’t know how to hide his tail or his nature, and he was a bit stupid. If a fox spirit like that were caught by someone…

“Hey, Xiao Zhou, why have you been zoning out so much lately?”

A coworker nearby suddenly spoke, bringing Zhou Xinghui back to reality from his thoughts.

“Have I?”

He frowned, rubbing his fingertips. He wanted to smoke, but the work environment didn’t allow it, so he had to barely suppress the urge.

Ever since he offended that problematic CEO and was targeted, Zhou Xinghui had developed a bit of a smoking habit. Occasionally he would think that these big bosses didn’t care about the people at the bottom, which was truly hateful, yet he couldn’t change anything; he could only rely on smoking to get a brief moment of mental emptiness.

Inadvertently, he thought again of that little fox who said big bosses were staring at his butt.

“Hey, why are you daydreaming again?” The coworker pushed his shoulder again, observing his expression, and then chuckled mischievously, winking.

“Xiao Zhou, you couldn’t be… thinking about the woman at home, could you?”

Woman?

Zhou Xinghui was stunned. Seeing the migrant worker colleagues around him all lifting their heads to look at him, he shook his head. His tone was faint, but his ears were a bit red: “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Then why are you zoning out? Looking at this expression, I thought you were missing a woman.”

Zhou Xinghui: “No.”

He paused, then asked: “Do you know about fox spirits?”

“What fox spirits?” A coworker crowded over to join the fun. “Did you run into a fox spirit? How was it, did it taste good?”

His finger poked into a circle made by his other hand’s fingers. That suggestive gesture made Zhou Xinghui a bit embarrassed: “I mean a real fox spirit, the kind that is very beautiful.”

“Yo yo, did they also say they wanted to suck your Yang energy? And wouldn’t let you leave if you didn’t give it?”

“…How did you kn—”

“Hahahahahahaha!” The coworker laughed loudly, slapping Zhou Xinghui’s shoulder. “What happened next? Did you do him? Did you fill him up hard with Yang energy and make him cry and say ‘Brother, don’t’?”

Zhou Xinghui kept a wooden face. “I’m talking about a real fox spirit with a tail.”

“Ooh!” Another coworker leaned in, clicking his tongue in wonder. “Playing that wild? Carrying a tail in the back? Quick, tell us how you handled him!”

Zhou Xinghui: “…He seemed like it was his first time. I let him go.”

Instantly, the surrounding area was filled with boos.

“Xiao Zhou is still too young.” Several hands patted his back heavily, with a sense of disappointment.

A coworker a few years older than Zhou Xinghui patted his pants: “A fox spirit that slutty—if I ran into him, I’d lose if he could even get out of bed the next day!”

Zhou Xinghui suddenly thought that it was lucky the fox met him that day. If he had met a dishonest human, that beautiful fox spirit might really have been broken.

Zhou Xinghui rubbed his ears. For some reason, they felt hot. It wasn’t until someone pointed it out that those around him realized his entire ears had turned red.

“Hah, are you still blushing? Our Xiao Zhou is at the age to talk about girlfriends.”

“I really don’t have a girlfriend. Do you want me to introduce one to you? My niece, the famous Village Flower of our village. She just turned twenty this year and is still in university. She’s very succulent!”

“Go, go, go. Our Xiao Zhou is the most handsome young man for miles around, and a graduate of a famous university. Which girl wouldn’t be a match? Would he be interested in your Village Flower who doesn’t even know her letters?”

“You don’t understand. When marrying a wife, as long as she’s pretty, it’s fine, hehe…”

Zhou Xinghui was surrounded in the middle, listening to this group of men with grey-black fingers toss out one dirty joke after another. The conversation gradually developed toward ridiculous topics, like which kind of girl was good, and how being in bed was like water…

He couldn’t listen anymore. His ears felt even more burning. He abruptly stood up, brushing off the debris on his clothes. “I’m leaving first.”

“So soon?” The coworkers said goodbye to him in a jumble. One of them, a simple-looking man in his thirties, shouted loudly toward his back:

“You really don’t want my niece, the Village Flower? She’s a proper university student, too—smart and beautiful!”

“No need.” Zhou Xinghui didn’t even look back once.

No matter how beautiful, could she be more beautiful than a fox spirit?

Normally, after meeting a fox spirit, Zhou Xinghui would try to take a detour and avoid that road.

According to the elders, that road was unclean.

But after work today, his footsteps turned as if possessed, entering the cramped alley once again.

He couldn’t say what kind of expectation he held. Perhaps there was no expectation, just his subconscious at work.

No one wishes not to see beautiful things. Zhou Xinghui was also a commoner. Although the fox spirit was simple-minded and a troublemaker, he was truly beautiful.

Today’s old alley was not quite normal. The originally quiet sounds were broken by the sound of crying coming from a distance.

“Don’t, wu wu wu…”

“Please, let me go, I’ll give you anything…”

Who is crying?

Zhou Xinghui tightened the jacket on his arm, his thick eyebrows furrowing.

This voice was somewhat familiar. Aside from the fox spirit he had seen before, no one else would cry like this… both timid and bewitching, making one angry yet making one’s heart itch.

A face instantly surfaced in his mind. Zhou Xinghui quickened his pace, finally almost running.

“Wu!”

Fu Ling was curled up, forced into a corner by several rough men.

They had tattoos of Green Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right on their bodies, and they were holding clubs, pointing quite fiercely at the youth huddled in a ball.

When Zhou Xinghui arrived, he heard Fu Ling saying through his tears:

“I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’m willing to do anything…”

“What are you doing?”

Zhou Xinghui walked over with a dark expression, his arm muscles tensing and bulging. His height of nearly 1.9 meters made him quite threatening when he wore a cold face.

The thugs looked at each other and couldn’t help but mutter in low voices: “Who the hell is this kid?”

Unexpectedly, upon spotting Zhou Xinghui, Fu Ling began to cry even more abandonedly: “I was wrong! Don’t hit me!”

Thugs: “?”

They hadn’t even done anything to the kid yet, and he had been screaming for a long time. High thunder but little rain—was he just trying to call for reinforcements?

Zhou Xinghui blocked Fu Ling behind him, glancing at the men: “Is there something wrong?”

“You know this kid?” The expressions of those thugs were a bit subtle.

Zhou Xinghui paused, not quite sure of these people’s identities.

At that moment, he felt a slight force at his pant leg; he was being pulled by a pair of hands.

“They are super fierce.” Fu Ling lifted his head to look at him, accusing. “I was just standing here waiting for you, but they ran over to find trouble with me and even said they were going to sell me.”

Waiting for him?

Zhou Xinghui was stunned. When the thugs heard Fu Ling’s complaint, they hurriedly said: “What nonsense are you talking about? Buddy, don’t listen to this little liar’s drivel. This guy is famous in our area—an old regular offender who buys things without paying! Every time, he relies on that face to act bossy. We brothers were just entrusted by someone to teach him a lesson…”

“You’re lying!”

Fu Ling changed from his previous weak and piteous state, acting arrogant and aggrieved: “Clearly, just by me standing there, I increased business a lot for the stall owners. Can’t that count toward my debt!”

And for most of the things, Fu Ling had only tasted them. He had only stolen a bite a few times. For just that little bit, they kicked him out. How crossing the line!

“…So they didn’t hit you?”

Zhou Xinghui looked at Fu Ling and found he didn’t have a single wound on his body. He was still fair and flawless. His expression was subtle.

Then why was this fox spirit screaming so miserably just now?

Oops!

Fu Ling then reacted, saying piteously: “They were about to hit me. That club is thicker than my arm. Can’t I scream in advance!”

After speaking, he gave the thugs a resentful glare. In a blind spot of Zhou Xinghui’s vision, he bared his sharp fangs threateningly at them.

The thug at the very back was startled and felt a bit afraid, saying to the leader: “Big brother, this kid is a bit spooky…”

The little thugs suddenly felt a bit of a chill. Even though it was early summer, they couldn’t help but shiver.

“Since he owes money, I’ll pay you back.”

Zhou Xinghui, however, didn’t sense anything unusual. He pulled the crumpled cash from his jacket, checked the amount with the thugs, took half of it, and handed it over.

After they left, Zhou Xinghui looked at Fu Ling, who patted the grass off his body and stood up, looking at him happily: “You saved me, so can I be yours now!”

Zhou Xinghui: “…What?”

“Isn’t that what the books say?” Fu Ling tilted his head, a ripple of joy dancing in his blue eyes. “A life-saving favor should be repaid with one’s body. We fox spirits are just that grateful! Now, can I go home with you?”

The emotion in his eyes was too pure. Zhou Xinghui didn’t know how to answer for a moment. His lips mumbled, and he stiffly changed the subject: “What are you doing here?”

“Me?”

Fu Ling obscuredly rolled his eyes and smiled innocently again: “I’ve been waiting for you here! You didn’t come these past few days, so I waited for you for a long time. I was almost bought away by someone else.”

“…”