Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28.1

Fu Ling could not go on speaking.

Because Zhou Xinghui’s reaction was particularly intense. He almost wouldn’t let Fu Ling touch him anymore.

Fu Ling touched his nose guiltily. He had originally wanted to keep teasing him, but seeing Zhou Xinghui like this, he felt a bit of pity.

Could he have broken him?

He couldn’t be broken.

He didn’t want to find the next partner so soon yet, fox spirits have integrity too!

Fu Ling kissed the human’s ear and said, “Alright, alright, if you don’t want me to call you that, I won’t.”

Zhou Xinghui was tormented by him until his eyes were full of mist. As Fu Ling coaxed him with a soft, gentle voice, he let out a low, hoarse “mm,” relaxing himself and letting Fu Ling kiss and touch him all over like a puppy.

So obedient…

Fu Ling paused. His desire to cause mischief rose again, and he wanted to continue bullying the human, but he barely managed to restrain himself.

The human constitution is different from a fox spirit’s. If too much Yang energy is sucked away, they might suffer unpredictable harm.

Fu Ling had always acted according to his whims, but Zhou Xinghui’s state made him hesitate. He leaned down to lick the human’s ear, his eyes narrowing as he let out a light sigh from his open mouth.

Listening to his soft voice, Zhou Xinghui’s ears felt as hot as if they had been boiled.

After it ended, Fu Ling lifted his legs and pushed forward a bit, resting his chin on the human’s shoulder. Amidst the human’s dazed gaze, he muttered:

“Don’t resist, okay? It will be very troublesome if you get hurt.”

Zhou Xinghui didn’t understand his meaning at first.

Not until Fu Ling lightly bit his shoulder and let out a hum from his nose did Zhou Xinghui’s eyes suddenly widen.

This, this is…

His legs involuntarily tensed and then relaxed. Zhou Xinghui asked with a heavy nasal tone, “Fu Ling?”

His sexy, raspy voice sounded a bit panicked and helpless.

Fu Ling discovered for the first time that his name sounded so good when spoken. He rubbed against the human again, his big tail hooking around the man’s waist and sweeping back and forth mischievously over his abs. The human shrank back from the itchiness.

He acted spoiled again: “Doesn’t baby know? All canines have this.”

Only then did Zhou Xinghui dig out that bit of knowledge from his vast brain—knowledge that was usually completely useless.

Canine animals… will tie…

“Don’t worry, it only takes about fifteen minutes to separate.”

The male fox spirit spoke while on top of him, his clear and pleasant voice containing a hint of dependency.

The small black mole adorning his full lower lip sparkled. When he kissed Zhou Xinghui, it became wet with moisture, looking like a beautiful pattern on a small snake, seducing the human to kiss him regardless of the danger.

He leaned his head against him, his whole person including his tail wrapped around Zhou Xinghui, lazily leaning into his ear. He treated Zhou Xinghui’s ear like a toy—biting it, letting go, then biting lightly again. He really did resemble a beautiful snake-person.

With moist eyes, Zhou Xinghui stared at the ceiling, unable to figure out how he had turned out like this in just a few days.

The gentle and soft wife had turned into a man who was almost the same height as him, and the wish to have his own chubby offspring had vanished like a bubble.

Especially as a grown man… to actually… actually be… turned into such a state…

In his subconscious, Zhou Xinghui still found it somewhat hard to accept. Fu Ling rested for a while. After his mating period was satisfied, his stomach and dick felt warm. Noticing Zhou Xinghui’s blank stare, he used both hands to straighten the man’s face and gave his mouth a pouty kiss. Seeing no reaction, he gave several more “mwah mwah mwah” kisses.

“Are you bored?”

The little fox didn’t know what the human was thinking. As a fox spirit, enjoying the moment is the norm. He couldn’t understand human internal conflicts.

“No… um.”

Zhou Xinghui couldn’t express his meaning quickly.

Forehead to forehead, Fu Ling pulled the remote from under the pillow and adjusted their position.

Zhou Xinghui was caught off guard as he was flipped over. He didn’t expect the fox spirit’s strength to be so great that he could even lift someone like him.

Fu Ling held him in his arms, with Zhou Xinghui sitting on his lap. He used the remote to turn on the TV opposite them.

“Let’s watch a drama!” Fu Ling said happily. “I love watching human television the most!”

The TV was clearly very old, and the set-top box was an outdated model with dusty wiring. Zhou Xinghui’s fingers trembled. The current scene and posture really exceeded his capacity to endure. He used all his willpower to keep from crying out embarrassingly, only managing to say lowly:

“The, the phone… you can watch on a phone.”

In the post-media era, television was no longer the first choice for most people.

Fu Ling: “I don’t have a phone. I like watching TV.”

He had lived in a palace since he was a child. Back then, as a fox running on four paws who hadn’t transformed yet, he naturally didn’t need a phone.

Later, when he became an adult and transformed, his family used the excuse of him being an only child to pressure him into having cubs early. In a fit of anger, he ran away, never imagining the human world had so many novel things.

It’s just that they all cost money.

Fu Ling had no money. He wanted to earn money too, but as a fox spirit, he only knew how to suck Yang energy and didn’t know how to do anything else.

Fu Ling slowly told Zhou Xinghui about his experiences after being abandoned by his family these past few days. First, he was driven away like a stray dog, had stones thrown at him by children, and almost died in a corner. He had no money for food or clothes and could only scavenge for things to eat in trash cans.

Zhou Xinghui listened bit by bit. He really couldn’t imagine the fox spirit’s plight. Hearing it didn’t feel good; his heart felt swollen.

Seeing Fu Ling’s drooping head, Zhou Xinghui hesitated for a moment before clumsily taking him into his arms. Fu Ling’s face rested against his firm, full chest, hearing him say in a deep, gravelly voice:

“It’s okay… I will work hard.”

To support this home.

Buried in that bulging chest, Fu Ling was very touched—so touched that he opened his mouth and took a big mouthful. Zhou Xinghui immediately cried out. Only then did Fu Ling react and spit it out, saying guiltily:

“Sorry! This is, cough, a fox spirit’s unique way of repaying a favor.”

Even as he said it, he felt his excuse was ridiculous. He buried his head in Zhou Xinghui’s chest to play dead. He didn’t expect the human to believe it completely, saying seriously: “Don’t do that anymore in the future.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And don’t seduce others. You can’t be like this with anyone else.” Zhou Xinghui said.

Fu Ling nodded: “Mm-hmm.”

Since he was still buried inside, he naturally agreed to whatever Zhou Xinghui said.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t know what else to say. His handsome face was slightly red as he watched TV with Fu Ling.

The hotel TV only had a few fixed popular satellite channels. Fu Ling had recently been watching a melodramatic drama with extremely nonsensical logic.

The TV was playing a replay of the latest episode. A domineering imperial concubine, because she was too flamboyant after getting pregnant, was framed, causing her belly to hit a table, leading to the premature birth of a full-term child.

The drama portrayed the bloody scene very realistically. Fu Ling shrank his head, staring at the bloody scene, somewhat shocked:

“Do humans all give birth like this?”

He asked Zhou Xinghui, but Zhou Xinghui was also a straight man with no knowledge of gynecology. He said hesitantly, “Probably. My aunt and my maternal aunt both passed away due to difficult births.”

Fu Ling was even more shocked: “We fox spirits never do that. We’re always chatting, and in the middle of a conversation, we go and give birth.”

Zhou Xinghui: “…Ah?”

Fu Ling: “I heard that’s how I was born! On the day I was born, my Queen Mother was still arguing with my Royal Father. In the middle of the argument, her stomach hurt, she paused the fight, and then she gave birth to me.”

As he spoke, he quietly moved his legs, which were a bit numb from Zhou Xinghui’s weight.

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

His face was full of black lines, not knowing where to begin critiquing. “Queen Mother? Royal Father?”

Has Fu Ling watched too many palace dramas?

The pride on Fu Ling’s face froze, and he immediately said, “I’m joking, hahahahaha…”

When it finally ended and Zhou Xinghui climbed off Fu Ling, his waist went soft, and he suddenly fell off the bed. Fu Ling didn’t have time to catch him, watching helplessly as Zhou Xinghui fell backward onto the floor.

Fu Ling stared at him blankly. Seeing Zhou Xinghui’s expression of ashamed pain, he hurriedly stepped forward to help. He hadn’t had time to put on clothes, displaying himself grandly before Zhou Xinghui. The human could see everything just by looking up.

Not only did he look up, but a certain Little Fu Ling also started to become a bit restless.

“Fu Ling?” Zhou Xinghui was dazed.

Fu Ling scratched his white hair; a strand of it poked up, making Zhou Xinghui’s hand itch to fix it.

“Ah, you don’t need to mind it, it’s always like this.” Seeing Zhou Xinghui’s complex gaze, Fu Ling said solemnly, “Do you still need it? It likes you very much. It says hello when it sees you, so it must be willing to stay with you all the time…”

The…

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Xinghui picked up his clothes and said with a bright red face, “I, I’ll shower first, then cook.”

The human’s silhouette practically fled in panic. Fu Ling stood up from the floor and asked the system with some confusion.

“What on earth is wrong with him?”

What 005 saw—though it was always just two blocks of mosaics interacting—made it feel that something bad had happened:

“Nothing. I think you can speed up your scumbag progress. Don’t forget your mission. If you don’t complete the mission, you will die.”

Alarm bells immediately rang in Fu Ling’s mind.

“I know, I know…”

On the other side.

Zhou Xinghui ran into the bathroom again, his whole body still a bit soft. Recalling the current time, he felt a bit annoyed with himself for letting that fox spirit mess around until now.

But… forget it.

The raw rice is already cooked; the matter is settled and cannot be changed. Zhou Xinghui was a man as traditional as they come. Since he had already had a relationship with someone, he had to take responsibility no matter what—even for a fox spirit.

No one had told Zhou Xinghui what to do in this situation. He planned to ask his coworkers when he went to work tomorrow.

Fu Ling is a male fox spirit. He looks fair and tender, even more so than the wealthy young masters he had seen before. He looked like he would be hard to support; daily eating, drinking, and living would all cost money. However, this saved him the pregnancy and postpartum care expenses he would have saved for a future wife… those could be added to the assets for buying a house…

Turning on the shower head, he calculated meticulously and seriously, one by one. The gentle water flowed down his neck, which was covered in dark red marks, dripping onto the floor.

Drip, drip.

The water mixed with the proofs of their intimacy fell together, and a faint sweetness filled the air.

Fu Ling hadn’t lied; he really did taste sweet… no wonder everyone liked playing with fox spirits.

Immersed in his thoughts, Zhou Xinghui suddenly froze, his toes curling against the floor, and even the muscles in his thighs and calves tensed up.

After a long time, he swallowed, gritted his teeth, reached out his finger, bent over, and tried his best to clean deep inside.

…It wasn’t working.

He originally thought the water could wash everything away, but he didn’t know if it was because there was too much—a part of it was stuck in the softest interior, as if being retained by himself, unable to come out.

The inner world of this iron-willed man, which had just been successfully reconstructed, began to crack again.

The sky was darkening. If this continued, they wouldn’t be able to eat. Thinking of Fu Ling waiting for him outside, Zhou Xinghui had no choice but to hurriedly wipe his body.

Fu Ling was originally on the sofa, clutching a pillow. For some reason, he looked a bit distressed and conflicted. When he saw him, his eyes lit up like a puppy’s.

“You’re done washing! You smell so good!”

He didn’t hold back his praise. A man from a rural background like Zhou Xinghui had never been told so bluntly that he smelled good. He felt a bit embarrassed. No extra expression could be seen on his stern, handsome face. He only said hollowly:

“Yeah. I’ll cook, you go shower. Any food you don’t eat?”

“No, I love anything you make.” Fu Ling said.

“…Okay.”

Zhou Xinghui tied an apron around his waist, took out the ingredients, and began to cook.

Fu Ling gave him a glance before entering the bathroom. The thin straps of the apron outlined a lean and powerful waist—a standard inverted triangle physique. His back muscles were very thick.

When lying on the bed, he was like a crouching leopard.

Very sexy, very beautiful, and very much inspired a desire to conquer.

…It’s a pity such a human cannot belong to him.

Fu Ling stuck out his pointed tongue and licked his lips. He felt an indescribable regret, and his blue eyes darkened.

Fu Ling thus settled down in Zhou Xinghui’s home.

During the day, Zhou Xinghui worked hard outside to earn money. When he returned home, he put the money in a small box and gave Fu Ling a square little thing that looked a bit old.

Fu Ling had seen humans use this card to take money out of a machine to buy things to eat.

“This is a bank card.” Zhou Xinghui had just returned home from work, covered in dust, and explained to him seriously. “There is a little money inside. If you’re bored at home, you can go outside and buy something.”

Fu Ling didn’t know what this meant, saying happily: “Is this the money from selling dick?”

Zhou Xinghui coughed, his serious gaze suddenly shifting. He couldn’t explain it clearly to Fu Ling, so he simply said, “You can understand it that way.”

This was his salary card, his monthly salary would be deposited into this card. Zhou Xinghui thought about taking Fu Ling to buy a phone on the weekend, so he gave him the card first.

“Yay.”

Fu Ling hugged Zhou Xinghui happily. Since he had showered at home, both of them smelled like the same body wash.

This realization made Zhou Xinghui’s heart feel warm, but then he felt the other person kissing him on his face, ears, and neck. He immediately pushed him away, flustered: “I’m covered in dust, it’s dirty…”

“Dirty?” Fu Ling tilted his head and looked at him in confusion. Seeing the grey marks on the other’s body, he realized. He raised his big tail and swept it back and forth over Zhou Xinghui.

Zhou Xinghui’s mouth was stuffed full of the tail, he spat out a mouthful of fur.

“It’s okay. My tail is clean, and it’s big and fat enough to be a broom. I’ll sweep you clean.”

“…” Zhou Xinghui.

Who describes their own tail like that?

And he wasn’t a floor; how could the word “sweep” be used to describe him?

But Fu Ling didn’t care at all. “I’ve always used it this way!”

Zhou Xinghui couldn’t out-argue him. He picked off the fox fur stuck to his body and went to cook.

Fu Ling smirked behind his back, covering his mouth.

A few days after bringing Fu Ling home, Zhou Xinghui took him to the place where he originally lived and paid off all his debts.

Zhou Xinghui originally thought the amount must be large, but in the end, the total didn’t even reach four digits, which was truly shocking.

After all, a fox spirit like Fu Ling, who looked pampered, was actually so easy to support.

The two arrived at the village within the city where he used to live. The bald, fat landlord impatiently opened the door. At a glance, he saw the beautiful person who had run away a few days ago standing at the door with a smile, greeting him: “Hi~”

Hearts instantly appeared in the fat man’s eyes, and he almost drooled. “What, you finally learned to submit to me?”

He reached out to grab Fu Ling, but his hand was gripped tightly by another hand.

“What are you doing?”

Only then did he see a tall, strong, handsome man standing behind Fu Ling, dressed as a worker. He didn’t look like he had much money, but his gaze was firm and calm.

“What are you doing!”

Fu Ling, however, cried out before the fat man could. He pulled Zhou Xinghui’s hand back, took out a tissue to wipe it, and complained: “Why did you touch him! That day I slapped him once, went back and washed my hands thirty times, and they still felt greasy.”

Fat man: “…”

Zhou Xinghui paused. “Okay, I won’t touch him.”

He handed several hundred dollars over to the other: “Rent.”

In such a small and broken place that most people wouldn’t even use as a storage room, Fu Ling had stayed for two months. He didn’t know how he had endured it.

The man, however, remained relentless, staring at the two and asking: “What, two months have passed, and you found a man to support you?”

His disdainful gaze moved over Zhou Xinghui. “He doesn’t even have as much money as me. You’d be better off following me…”

Fu Ling smiled and lowered his voice, “Do you want to be hit again?”

Fat man: “…”

He shrank his head, not daring to speak anymore.

The slap Fu Ling gave him that day hurt so much he woke up in the middle of the night. He went to the hospital for a forensic injury assessment, but the results said the skin wasn’t even broken and there was nothing wrong at all. Yet the pain went deep into his bones, hurting intermittently for a whole week before getting better.

From that moment on, he vaguely felt that this spookily beautiful kid wasn’t simple.

The fat man slammed the door “bang.” All the tenants poked their heads out to see the commotion. Fu Ling patted his chest, his eyes shimmering. “Oh my, so fierce.”

After this day, all the tenants heard about it. That beautiful male student in room 013, who looked like a fox spirit, had found a tough guy from society who even scared the landlord!