Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 28.2

Rumors couldn’t interfere with the two protagonists.

Zhou Xinghui gradually helped Fu Ling pay off his debts, and finally told him: “You must pay when you buy things. It can’t be like this in the future.”

Fu Ling was puzzled: “Then if I have no money, should I just starve to death?”

Zhou Xinghui: “That’s not how it works…”

He paused, thinking of this realistic society; the words of education simply couldn’t continue out of his mouth.

“No matter what, most of the time, if you want something, you have to pay a price.” Zhou Xinghui said. “Money is a universally recognized price.”

Fu Ling nodded as if he understood but didn’t quite. Zhou Xinghui wasn’t a man of many words, yet he couldn’t help but explain a lot to Fu Ling.

Returning home, Fu Ling pounced on Zhou Xinghui like a Samoyed: “Baby, you’re so nice!”

Not only did he pay back his debts, but he also taught him how to live in human society.

Fu Ling thought.

He must do his missions well, help Zhou Xinghui fulfill his wishes, and let him find happiness.

Zhou Xinghui caught him. Fu Ling hid his hands behind his back and suddenly, like a magic trick, produced a delicate, dripping rose for Zhou Xinghui:

“Ta-da! For baby! Even though it was bought with your money, I’m still the one giving it!”

A flash of surprise went through Zhou Xinghui’s eyes: “Why did you buy this?”

“The flower seller said it.” Fu Ling said. “He said, if I buy a flower for an important person, he will willingly let me f*ck him.”

Whether it was true or not remained to be seen, but the flower seller definitely didn’t say that.

After a long pause, and only under Fu Ling’s urging, did Zhou Xinghui take the flower. He pursed his lips, his eyes flickering slightly:

“I’ll take the flower, but don’t buy it next time. Also, don’t call me that.”

What “baby” this and that…

It sounded very improper.

Zhou Xinghui turned around and took out a small jar from the cabinet, carefully inserting the rose into it.

Fu Ling followed behind him: “Oh, then what do you like me to call you? Dear, Wife, Master, Baby…”

Here it goes again.

Zhou Xinghui turned and covered his mouth with one hand, helpless: “Fine, call me whatever you want.”

Because he had done rough work for a long time, his palms had thick callouses. They rubbed against Fu Ling’s mouth, making his face itch, and his heart itch too.

He suddenly felt that the rose he had secretly and meticulously picked from the stall wasn’t even half as good-looking as Zhou Xinghui.

Fu Ling’s eyes curved into crescents as he said intentionally: “Yang Energy Pack.”

Zhou Xinghui glared at him: “…Not that one.”

Fu Ling rubbed against Zhou Xinghui’s body with a different meaning, licking his chin and saying righteously:

“Baby, it’s time to turn over the Yang energy.”

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

He couldn’t help but think of Fu Ling’s thing—once it entered the deepest place, it seemed it could never be gotten out.

The internet said he would get a fever, but perhaps because his constitution was too good, even though Zhou Xinghui made all the preparations, there were no signs of a fever.

Maybe a fox spirit’s stuff is different?

He guessed without any basis.

At this time, Fu Ling, in his mating period, already had his tail propped up and pressed over.

The two had just finished showering, and their bodies carried the same scent of body wash, which Zhou Xinghui had specifically bought when it was on sale at the mall.

Fu Ling was wearing Zhou Xinghui’s clean old clothes that were half a size too small and hadn’t been thrown away; the size was just right, and his body was effectively stained with his scent.

A beautiful male fox spirit covered from head to toe in his scent.

Fu Ling’s tail wrapped around his waist, and the tip of the tail rubbed inside from the hem of his shirt, circling around him, tickling.

His fingers pulled at the edge of the shorts, plucking at them seemingly randomly.

Zhou Xinghui: “Don’t cause trouble.”

“I will.” Fu Ling pinched his firm thigh, that force was truly not light. Zhou Xinghui instinctively let out a “hiss,” only to hear Fu Ling say:

“Wife, can you kneel, please?”

Zhou Xinghui’s brain exploded with a “boom.”

“W-what…?”

He suspected he had heard wrong.

Fu Ling: “I know you like ‘traditional’… but, just for a little bit, a little bit…”

After a long time, Zhou Xinghui finally realized what he meant. While he was hesitating, Fu Ling directly pushed him into position and kissed the back of his neck.

A hazy awareness flashed through Zhou Xinghui’s mind: Fu Ling was often not as weak and harmless as he appeared.

His thoughts were chaotic, his fingers could only clutch the bedsheets, and his honey-colored muscles were stretched tight.

Fu Ling slowly exhaled a breath near his ear. The delicious Yang energy made the fox spirit’s eyes become even deeper. He said:

“I heard it’s easier to conceive this way. Will Master get pregnant with a little fox?”

With his face pressed against the sheet, Zhou Xinghui’s voice came through his teeth blurredly: “Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, then I’ll call you—” Fu Ling thought for a moment, “I’ll call you Zhouzhou.”

“…” Zhou Xinghui didn’t deny it, which was tacit consent.

Fu Ling: “Zhouzhou?”

Zhou Xinghui didn’t say a word, biting his own arm.

Fu Ling: “Zhouzhou, do you know that only wild beasts mate like we are now?”

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

He would rather not know.

Fu Ling fumbled and stuffed his own tail into Zhou Xinghui’s mouth: “Zhouzhou, don’t bite yourself, bite my tail instead.”

“Zhouzhou…”

Zhou Xinghui’s eardrums were vibrating; he could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat. Every inch of muscle was straining to maintain balance, expanding and contracting with his heartbeat, trying his best not to collapse.

Fu Ling’s sweet calling voice seemed to come from very far away.

Gulp.

He found himself swallowing saliva, as if he were thirsty.

Like seawater ceaselessly slapping against the coastline, the waves ravaged and became increasingly arrogant. The coastline was long and distant, making his thoughts like a small boat traveling far away.

“It’s just stream of consciousness, please don’t lock this.”

Zhou Xinghui’s ears were bright red.

In the next instant, his muscles gave a sudden jerk, and everything went almost silent.

Clear seawater floated up with white foam.

He felt Fu Ling fumbling to press his hand onto his abdomen, pressing once on the marks, and heard him say:

“Yang energy, it smells so good…”

Zhou Xinghui certainly didn’t know that when he went out to work, Fu Ling would transform into his original form, disguising himself as a large dog, and secretly follow him with his tail wagging.

There was a relatively clean security booth near the construction site. Fu Ling went there every day to wait for Zhou Xinghui to get off work.

To prevent others from snatching him away, he used the salary card to buy a pink-blue collar at a pet store, with his name and Zhou Xinghui’s contact information written on it, before running around everywhere.

Most people wouldn’t snatch a dog with an owner. Relying on this trick, Fu Ling didn’t encounter any more bad people. His sleek, oily fur often earned him food and praise from passersby.

“What a beautiful dog.”

“Wu wu wu, I want to keep him so much, but look at his collar—he has an owner.”

“Let me see what his owner’s name is… Zhou Xinghui. Oh, this name is actually quite nice. But why is he walking the dog without a leash?”

Whenever someone questioned this, Fu Ling would drop their food and bolt.

Are you kidding? He only wanted to pretend to be a dog to play, he didn’t want to be walked!

Zhou Xinghui worked seriously every day, even more so after keeping a fox spirit at home. He almost ignored everything outside, didn’t chat much with coworkers, and headed straight home after work. He didn’t manage to notice the anomaly behind him.

But on this day, just as he started work, a coworker came running over, saying someone was looking for him.

“Who?”

“I don’t know, a damn beautiful and damn rich woman!” The coworker swallowed. “What’s she looking for you for?”

Zhou Xinghui paused, and an incident that happened not long ago instantly surfaced in his mind.

He took off his gloves and patted his coworker’s shoulder. “Help me for a bit, I’ll go for a moment.”

Li Ye completed a large development project in the west of the city today.

The west of the city was a large forest a few years ago. After the capitalists arrived, this patch of woods was cut down and turned into a construction site.

G City was developing rapidly and had become a hot new first-tier city in recent years. The future of the west of the city was promising, and Li Ye naturally wouldn’t let go of this piece of meat.

After the banquet ended, Li Ye’s car drove nearby, and he took a look at the nearby real estate developments.

He lit a cigarette, a certain taciturn figure coming to mind. His fingers paused, and he asked the driver in the front row:

“That Zhou Xinghui, is he working around this area now?”

For some reason, even though this person had once displeased him, Li Ye couldn’t help but check on him.

The first day they met was at a charity gala.

At that time, Zhou Xinghui was working under a manager of a large company. That manager thought highly of him and even specifically introduced Li Ye to him.

Li Ye was a natural gay, especially liking men with good physiques. He was attracted to Zhou Xinghui’s face and body at first sight and intended to approach him.

But who would have known? Not only was Zhou Xinghui’s attitude cold, but during the banquet, he even seduced Li Ye’s fiancée. If he hadn’t arrived in time, the two might have even kissed right then and there.

Li Ye and his fiancée were only in a business marriage, but at that time he had been drinking and a group was present. He could only defend his fiancée first. Even if Zhou Xinghui had made a move to push her away, Li Ye still made him apologize publicly.

Who could have expected that Zhou Xinghui wouldn’t say a single extra word and simply took off his jacket and left the banquet in front of everyone?

He had once publicly rebuffed his face. Li Ye felt unhappy and naturally ordered his subordinates not to make things easy for him.

Just a few days ago, someone told him that Zhou Xinghui indeed hadn’t left the city and was now working as a bottom-tier worker in the west of the city.

Li Ye couldn’t help but be curious and secretly smug.

Back then, he had offered Zhou Xinghui an out—as long as he apologized and became his lover for a while, he could regain his job and even get better opportunities.

But the secretary said later that he didn’t even open the note inside to take a look before throwing it into the trash.

How could Li Ye, who had always been obeyed by everyone around him, take such an insult?

He was alone, getting angrier the more he thought about it. He opened the car door, leaned against the car, and lit a cigarette.

After finishing one cigarette, he patted his suit. Just as he was about to return to his seat, a white figure suddenly flashed into his vision, and he felt a pulling sensation on his pant leg.

Li Ye looked down and found a large white dog with pointed ears and a collar biting his pants, dragging him toward the construction site not far away.

Who walks a dog without a leash?

Li Ye looked around. This dog didn’t look like it was raised by a worker, it looked like an especially expensive breed.

He crouched down and picked up the tag on the dog to look, but his gaze froze.

“Zhou Xinghui 172xxxxxxxx.”

Zhou Xinghui’s contact information was written on it.

The driver was about to get out of the car, but Li Ye raised his hand to stop him.

He narrowed his eyes at the innocent doggy in front of him: “Are you Zhou Xinghui’s pet?”

Fu Ling played dumb: “Woof?”

He dragged Li Ye, somewhat urgently pulling him toward the construction site. His mind was full of his most critical plot point.

“Approach the male lead gong, let the male lead gong clear up the misunderstanding with the male lead shou, promote the heating up of feelings between both parties, and push the plot forward.”

That’s right, the greatest role he, this scumbag, played in the entire story was to resolve the misunderstanding between the two!

Fu Ling had followed Zhou Xinghui for over a month, and today he had finally waited for the most critical node.

According to the original plot, the misunderstanding between the two came from Li Ye’s nominal fiancée. Li Ye is gay, and his relationship with his fiancée is a business marriage.

However, what he didn’t know was that the fiancée wasn’t straight either. She was a lesbian.

That day, at the banquet, Zhou Xinghui accidentally stumbled upon Li Ye’s fiancée, Gu Ruo, kissing the beautiful wife of a certain business tycoon in a utility room. He intended to leave but was caught by the parties involved.

Gu Ruo pinned Zhou Xinghui to a corner and used money to threaten him to shut up. However, this moment was caught by Li Ye and others who arrived with people.

In the end, Zhou Xinghui didn’t take Gu Ruo’s money, nor did he speak out about her affair with the tycoon’s wife. Li Ye, whose face was threatened, immediately destroyed Zhou Xinghui’s job and left him with nowhere to go in G City.

Just thinking about this plot made Fu Ling want to roll his eyes.

At the thought that Zhou Xinghui would eventually be with this kind of narrow-minded human, he felt a bit unhappy.

But what’s the use of being unhappy?

He was just a small scumbag used to push the plot forward. If the mission isn’t completed, he’ll even lose his life.

When Fu Ling led Li Ye to find Zhou Xinghui, he happened to see him talking with Gu Ruo.

“Regarding what happened that day, I am sorry.” Gu Ruo was a beautiful woman with short, capable hair, her face full of guilt. “I didn’t do it on purpose. I couldn’t tell others the truth, but I can help you find a job in another city or abroad with an annual salary twenty times higher than your current one.”

At such a good opportunity, Fu Ling was anxious for Zhou Xinghui, yet he said calmly: “No, I am not leaving G City.”

Li Ye, who heard their conversation exactly, hid in a blind spot with Fu Ling. His expression slowly changed from shock to calm, then to deepness, gradually showing a clear distribution of three parts coldness, three parts mockery, and four parts unfathomability.

“Interesting.” he whispered. “Truly very interesting. Zhou Xinghui… as expected of the man I set my eyes on. I knew I didn’t misjudge him.”

Fu Ling: “…”

His paws scratched back and forth on the ground.

“Wang,” why does it suddenly feel so unsatisfying to let Zhou Xinghui go to this kind of idiot?

Before Gu Ruo and Zhou Xinghui could finish their talk, Li Ye suddenly smoothed his hair and walked out of the corner.

Gu Ruo immediately shut up. “P-President Li, why are you here?”

“If I weren’t here, I wouldn’t have heard what you said.”

Li Ye sneered, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Zhou Xinghui: “If it weren’t for this, I’d still be kept in the dark and almost wronged a good man.”

Gu Ruo’s face was pale. Fu Ling suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for her. Because in the novel, as a wealthy young lady, Gu Ruo was just a female cannon fodder.

“Miss Gu, our engagement will be dissolved in a few days.” Li Ye said. “Our Li family will not want such a wife.”

“As for you—” Li Ye looked at Zhou Xinghui.

Zhou Xinghui looked back at Li Ye expressionlessly.

Li Ye’s gaze fixed on his rebellious and handsome face, while also quietly taking in his bulging, good figure.

“I heard your mother is sick, and your family has no money.” Li Ye said suddenly.

Zhou Xinghui looked at him, slowly clenching his fists.

Li Ye showed a determined smile: “I will give your family the best medical resources, plus fifty million. Be my lover.”

Fu Ling’s eyes widened in the corner.

How much?

Fifty million!

Fu Ling counted his paws and realized that even if he grew five thousand more paws, he couldn’t count that much money.

And Zhou Xinghui’s mother is sick?

How should it be said that Fu Ling is just a cannon fodder scumbag? He couldn’t even get this kind of key information.

Zhou Xinghui slowly frowned, a look of uncertainty appearing in his eyes.

Li Ye felt he had already persuaded him. He took a step forward, about to strike while the iron was hot: “In addition to this, I will also give you three black cards…”

Before he could finish, Zhou Xinghui suddenly pushed him away, leaned over with his hand against the wall, and threw up with a “blegh.”

Li Ye: “…”

Gu Ruo, who was quietly crying on the side: “…”

Fu Ling’s ears immediately perked up.

What happened?

Could it be that Zhou Xinghui was so disgusted by the ugly face of capital that he threw up?