Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 29

Zhou Xinghui only felt his stomach churning, extremely uncomfortable.

To be honest, the words Li Ye spoke weren’t enough to break his defenses. After all, he truly had no impression of this person. Toward such arrogant wealthy people, Zhou Xinghui had his own pride. He was unwilling to have much contact, nor did he have much of an emotional fluctuation.

It was mostly a nausea that surged from nowhere.

That discomfort, which felt as if his heart and lungs were shrivelled into a ball, made him knit his brows tightly.

The driver arrived at the scene. Under Li Ye’s signal, he handed over a pack of tissues. Li Ye took them and proactively offered them to Zhou Xinghui.

Zhou Xinghui looked up and gave him a forced glance, then clutched his stomach and vomited heart-wrenchingly again.

Gu Ruo covered her mouth and let out a “pfft” laugh. It wasn’t until Li Ye shot her a cold, sharp look that she didn’t dare laugh anymore.

Li Ye turned to Zhou Xinghui: “…Do I look that disgusting?”

His expression was hideously dark. This feeling of repeatedly being frustrated by one person for the first time made him take a step forward, forcefully stuffing the tissues into Zhou Xinghui’s hand.

Fu Ling watched this scene, his claws scratching the wall, scraping off a layer of plaster.

“Whimper…”

From his perspective, Li Ye’s extended hand almost touched the back of Zhou Xinghui’s hand, and Zhou Xinghui, who hated being touched by others, didn’t push him away in time and even held onto the tissues.

…Is this what they call the male lead gong and male lead shou, a match made in heaven?

Fu Ling’s ears drooped slightly, and his mood inexplicably began to turn from sunny to cloudy.

Zhou Xinghui was indeed in pain and didn’t notice for a moment. Li Ye stuffed the tissues into his hand. He frowned, intending to throw them away, but Li Ye said: “You don’t want to keep vomiting when you go out later.”

He stared fixedly at Zhou Xinghui, absolutely refusing to believe the other was vomiting like this just because of seeing him.

The man in front of him hesitated for a moment, then stopped being prideful. He opened the tissues to clean himself up, asking without even lifting his eyelids: “How much?”

“What?” Li Ye suspected he had heard wrong.

“I’m asking about the tissues.” Zhou Xinghui shook off his hand and took a step back to emphasize, “How much? I’ll pay you.”

Li Ye’s expression was unpredictable, he gave a dark laugh: “Interesting, too interesting.”

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

This guy has issues.

He quickly regained his usual state, though his face was slightly pale. He fished out two pieces of change from his cargo pants pocket and stuffed them into the waiting driver’s hand. “Thanks. I have work, I’m leaving now.”

This appearance of being unwilling to get further entangled angered Li Ye even more.

“Are you angry with me?”

He blocked Zhou Xinghui’s path, his gaze sweeping toward Gu Ruo on the side.

Li Ye felt stifled seeing Zhou Xinghui leave without looking back. This feeling was the same as when he especially wanted a business deal or an item. Li Ye had never suffered a loss in this regard—he always got whatever he wanted.

What right did this person have to be angry with him?

It’s not like he framed him on purpose. Could it be that if the man didn’t explain himself, others were supposed to believe him unconditionally at all times?

As soon as Gu Ruo saw Li Ye’s look, she knew he was going to vent his anger on her. She immediately didn’t dare to even breathe loudly, looking at Zhou Xinghui imploringly.

“What will it take for you to stop being angry?” Li Ye asked.

Zhou Xinghui was now certain that these wealthy people all had some sort of serious mental illness. Gu Ruo was like that, and so was Li Ye. He had no time to play games with them.

“If you really want to compensate me, please stay far away from me. Looking at you is indeed a bit disgusting.”

Zhou Xinghui nodded politely, bypassed the two of them, and left the scene, leaving Li Ye with constricted pupils and gritting his teeth.

“Heh.” After a while, he also seemed to not know what to say, repeating to himself, “Interesting, truly an interesting man.”

What’s going on?

The development of events left Fu Ling stunned as well.

“Shouldn’t he start being all lovey-dovey with the male lead gong from here?” Fu Ling asked.

005: “Just went to confirm. The original text has a ‘love-hate relationship’ tag, so their feelings won’t be smooth sailing.”

Fu Ling: “…So their relationship will still develop as usual?”

005: “Yes.”

Fu Ling licked his chin, his claws raking at the grass roots in the crevices. “They will be together, and the male lead gong will suck Zhou Xinghui’s Yang energy in the future?”

Just thinking of that possibility made Fu Ling want to cry.

His mating period wasn’t even over yet, so why was his partner suddenly being given away to someone else?

005: “…”

It spoke in a subtle tone of an experienced system: “This is taboo love.”

Fu Ling was still immersed in his own thoughts:

“I’ve only just reached adulthood, and I’m about to lose my partner. My family foxes were right, I’m a useless fox. I should have just stayed home obediently, listened to the family foxes, married Little Yellow Flower next door, and had a few litters of fox cubs. Calculating by the current season, I would be able to hear fox cubs calling me ‘Daddy’ by next spring.”

005: “…So why exactly did you take Zhou Xinghui as your partner in the first place?”

Fu Ling said, half-bashful and half-sad: “I lusted after his body, he’s really comfortable. Xiao Wu, have you ever been this comfortable?”

005’s mechanical voice actually showed a hint of stiffness: “…No.”

Sorry, it was just an AI and had no organs that could feel comfortable.

It felt inexplicably depressed and decided to stop talking to Fu Ling.

Fu Ling grumbled a few more lines. 005 ignored him, making him feel extremely wronged. He was clearly just showing concern for the system’s daily life. He didn’t understand what he had said wrong again.

Zhou Xinghui was still better, he wouldn’t ignore him for no reason.

But he’s going to be someone else’s wife in the future.

It could be seen that Fu Ling was truly unhappy. Today, he didn’t even wait specifically for Zhou Xinghui to get off work and went back by himself. His tail was drooping all the way.

There was a fixed flower stall on the side of the road. The owner was a young girl. Ever since Fu Ling bought a flower from her on the first day and Zhou Xinghui successfully gave him grass, he would bring a bunch of roses back every time.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t ask where the roses came from, nor did he ask where he went during the day. He would only change the water in the jar and put the new roses in.

Today, Fu Ling transformed into human form and passed the stall again, his head hanging low. When the girl saw him, she immediately waved: “Brother, are you taking flowers to your boyfriend today!”

Fu Ling hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Probably because the expression of displeasure on his face was too obvious, the girl carefully searched through her basket for a while and gave him a fresh bunch of red roses.

“I don’t know what happened between you two, but I hope you can be happy.”

The girl said.

Fu Ling’s mood improved slightly, and he took the flowers: “Thank you. But…”

He paused, feeling a bit guilty. “I might not be able to come here often in the future.”

Girl: “Is it… Brother is going to break up with his boyfriend?”

Fu Ling curled his lip: “We were never together in the first place.”

The girl let out an “ah,” her voice full of indignation: “How can that be! You even send him roses every day. How can such a handsome guy not cherish it…”

“Ahem.” Fu Ling said in a small voice, “Actually… the money to buy the roses was given to me by him.”

The girl’s voice stopped abruptly: “…Ah?”

Fu Ling said despondently: “I eat his, live in his place, and I don’t know how to earn money myself. After leaving him, I’ll have to find a new way out again.”

“Actually, I could also sell myself, but what can I do? After selling to him, I don’t want to sell to anyone else. I always feel that others aren’t as good as him.”

Girl: “…”

She didn’t know what to say.

“Um, actually, you can also go to work.” she said. “Someone as good-looking as you, even if you do nothing and just stand there, you could get a salary.”

“Someone else told me that before.” Fu Ling said. “So I stood in the middle of a BBQ shop for half an hour. The shop quickly filled up with people. But I only ate two grilled sausages from the boss, and he kicked me out.”

Girl: “…”

Is there a possibility that you were just eating a meal without paying?

“You have to work in the shop first!” The girl thought of a way for him. “How about this? I happen to have an uncle who runs a milk tea shop. He’s only missing a mascot to help shout out. I’ll keep an eye out for you? Always relying on others…”

The girl scanned over him. “It’s not good either. Men can’t be relied on.”

Fu Ling thought for a bit and nodded: “True, there are always scumbags appearing nowadays.”

Like himself.

Girl: “You must pay attention to safety. One must be economically independent to truly be romantically independent. I’ll help you ask my uncle another day.”

Fu Ling felt a surge of respect, thinking her words made extreme sense.

He was currently eating Zhou Xinghui’s food, living in Zhou Xinghui’s place, and could often suck Zhou Xinghui’s Yang energy. As a kept fox spirit, his fur was raised to be sleek and oily. All day long, he could only follow Zhou Xinghui, his gaze fixed on him alone.

He originally came to dump Zhou Xinghui, it was impossible to rely on him for a lifetime.

Even though that sounded very nice.

“Okay, thank you.”

He said goodbye to the girl and went home.

A few days ago, Zhou Xinghui bought him a new phone for easy contact. Returning home, Fu Ling didn’t open his favorite melodramatic palace drama, instead, he opened his phone and aimlessly refreshed his chat software.

The only pinned contact prominently popped up with a red dot for an unread message:

“Eat out by yourself tonight. I have something to do, I’ll be back late.”

Fu Ling’s back instantly straightened from the sofa.

The very first day of meeting the protagonist gong, and he’s already casting me aside as if it’s natural?

He snatched his phone to send a message but was stopped by 005.

“Messenger, please note, you are playing the role of a scumbag.” it warned. “If the mission isn’t completed, you will die.”

Fu Ling curled his lip. “Hmph, of course I know.”

He sent the message out.

“K”

Just one character, without even a punctuation mark. It would definitely show his coldness and disdain!

Fu Ling felt he had vented some mysterious frustration. After sending it, he immediately felt a bit guilty.

Zhou Xinghui won’t be angry, right?

But I am a scumbag. Isn’t a scumbag supposed to make him angry?

At the thought of this, Fu Ling suddenly felt wronged. He was merely a supporting character in someone else’s relationship. Even though that protagonist gong wasn’t even as good-looking as him and his dick definitely wasn’t as big as his, Zhou Xinghui would surely regret it later.

Fantasizing alone, his long legs curled up on the sofa, making him look particularly large yet helpless and pitiful.

After a while, seeing no reply, Fu Ling cast his phone aside, hugged a pillow, and fell asleep on the sofa by himself.

On the other side.

When Zhou Xinghui finished work for a bit, he opened his phone and saw the “K” sent by Fu Ling.

A warm current surged in his heart. In these days spent with Fu Ling, it was the first time he had tried to share his daily life with someone and received a response.

Chats with his parents always consisted only of cold transfer records.

Only Fu Ling would occasionally send him some video shares, saying this is “so funny,” “so delicious,” “so fun,” “when are you getting off work”…

Zhou Xinghui had never lacked brave pursuers since he was a child. They would also share some strange messages with him, but if Zhou Xinghui didn’t reply in time, they would quickly expose their goals.

They either wanted to ask him out on a date, invite him for a hookup, or subject him to various verbal harassment, showing their ugliness. Only Fu Ling could give Zhou Xinghui a different feeling—a fox spirit who was beautiful but not vulgar, mysterious yet pure. It was always one of a man’s ultimate fantasies.

Zhou Xinghui was no exception. He was a very traditional and relatively slow man, a bit of a chauvinist. He had always been unmoved by the temptations of groupies or money, yet his ears would turn bright red because of a single word from Fu Ling.

Thinking about whether Fu Ling was sleeping at home or watching TV right now, the corners of Zhou Xinghui’s mouth curved. He had an impulse to continue messaging and chatting with him.

But he held back.

He had a dinner appointment with his mother tonight. If Fu Ling knew, he would surely clamor to follow him.

Zhou Xinghui’s family had a heap of unlucky matters. Subconsciously, he didn’t want Fu Ling to know.

As soon as he finished work, Zhou Xinghui headed to the People’s Hospital in the city center.

As Li Ye said, his mother was sick.

In the early years, his dad had an affair and committed domestic violence. His mom ran away with someone else’s man, and a few years later she was abandoned by her lover before returning to this home. Over the years, she had developed a host of chronic illnesses. Not long ago, she was diagnosed with a major disease and is now being kept in the hospital long-term. It’s still unknown if she can be cured.

His family members naturally all wanted to give up, thinking hospitals were all scammers and a waste of money. Zhou Xinghui silently took on the hospital expenses.

He had saved some money during university, but squandering it like this wasn’t sustainable either. Plus, there was a delicate fox spirit to support at home. He was afraid this job at the construction site couldn’t continue.

The hospital environment was cold and pale. His father wasn’t there; he must have gone far away for work or gambling. Zhou Xinghui only saw his mother in the hospital bed. He didn’t have much to say to his mother. He brought her food, and the two ate in silent opposition.

After a while, Zhou Xinghui’s phone rang. He opened it to take a look; the pinned message popped up on the home page.

“Zhou Xinghui, I’m hungry.”

It was Fu Ling.

Zhou Xinghui frowned, put down his food, and started replying seriously.

—”I’ll order takeout for you.”

—”I’ve already eaten.”

—”Then why are you still hungry?”

Fu Ling didn’t reply to him.

Zhou Xinghui scrolled through their previous chat records but found nothing unusual.

Fu Ling sent a new message, which was just a picture.

He clicked it and saw it was a rose already inserted in the jar. The water had also been changed.

“You’re coming back so late, I had to take care of it myself.”

The corners of Zhou Xinghui’s mouth lightly curved up. In the past, he only felt a rose cost over ten dollars and was equivalent to a meal—it was simply too wasteful.

But after keeping Fu Ling, he found the other didn’t really spend much money. If he didn’t buy those strange things online, his biggest daily expense was just a rose.

“What are you looking at?”

His mother’s voice came. Zhou Xinghui instinctively closed his phone, but his mother still caught a glimpse of the screen.

The background of his chat with Fu Ling was a photo of Fu Ling. The youth was enveloped in sunlight, his beautiful features outlined with scattered light and shadow. His large eyes were pure and lazy, yet exceptionally seductive.

That day, Fu Ling said he wanted to try it on the sofa.

The sofa was narrow. Zhou Xinghui sat in his arms, with Fu Ling leaning against his chest.

The fox spirit’s beautiful face was flushed.

“Brother…”

Fu Ling called out, his fingers pinching his waist, gradually applying force. It wasn’t until Zhou Xinghui trembled from the pain that he let go.

Zhou Xinghui was close to losing consciousness, yet he still remembered to respond to him.

“Mm.”

He didn’t see that in those charming eyes, there was a hint of conflict and sorrow.

It began somewhere. Maybe it was there from the start.

That sadness of eventually parting.

Entering him, yet unable to possess him for a lifetime.

After it was over, Fu Ling leaned against the window, lazily gazing at the scenery outside.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t know his thoughts. He was only attracted by the contradictory aura on him, so he couldn’t help but pick up his phone and take this photo of him.

“Who is this?”

His mother “bang” put down her bowl and snatched Zhou Xinghui’s phone. Zhou Xinghui was caught off guard, and she grabbed it. The moment Wang Xiuya saw Fu Ling, the expression on her face froze for a second.

“Is this a boy or a girl?”

Zhou Xinghui’s face instantly turned icy. He snatched the phone back. “None of your business.”

“None of my business?” Wang Xiuya’s eyes widened, and she started screaming. “I’ve raised you for so many years. I just ask you one question, and you’re going to talk back? All for a fox spirit that I don’t even know is male or female?”

Zhou Xinghui rubbed his fingertips, feeling like he wanted to smoke. He frowned and turned his face away, his deep features appearing silent and cold.

The stomach that had just eaten enough suddenly churned again. A bitter feeling of nausea made Zhou Xinghui instinctively cover his abdomen.

Wang Xiuya, however, didn’t notice his change. Long-term illness had kept her rationality stretched thin like a string. The coldness of her husband and son made her hysterically complain about her dissatisfaction and grievances from all these years.

By the end, Zhou Xinghui pinched the bridge of his nose. His forehead was sweating from the discomfort in his abdomen. He said coldly: “Have you said enough?”

“You—”

Zhou Xinghui interrupted her: “Take care of your illness. I’m leaving now.”

Only then did his mother notice that his state wasn’t quite right. Zhou Xinghui’s face was full of cold exhaustion. He packed up his things, called for a caregiver, and left without looking back.

After a while, his footsteps stopped at the toilet. Zhou Xinghui supported himself on the washstand with one hand, wanting to vomit. He couldn’t specifically describe that feeling of nausea; he only knew it was disgusting—a disgust he had never felt before.

He washed his face and shook his head, wanting to stay conscious. A doctor in a white coat came out of the toilet. After seeing his hideous complexion, he asked: “Do you want to go to the emergency room for an exam? Someone should be there right now.”

Zhou Xinghui lifted his eyelids. His eyelashes were vertical and dense, and the folds of his double eyelids were very deep. When he looked at people, his pupils sank deep into his eye sockets—affectionate yet cold. At this moment, they held a flash of daze. He said lowly: “Thank you.”

After the doctor left, Zhou Xinghui hesitated for a long time. He opened his phone, saw the last message sent by Fu Ling, and let out a breath.

He had to go back early.

It should just be that he accidentally ate something bad.

Zhou Xinghui had been considering resigning recently. Because of Li Ye’s actions, he didn’t know what agreement was finally reached with Gu Ruo’s family. In short, the two successfully dissolved their engagement, but Gu Ruo didn’t face a scandal. Instead, she went abroad for further studies.

Li Ye didn’t give up on keeping him either. After the incident happened, many large companies sent invitations to Zhou Xinghui. One look, and it was clear that someone’s hand was involved.

Without exception, Zhou Xinghui rejected them all.

What concerned him more was that the fox spirit in his home suddenly said he wouldn’t rely on him entirely anymore and had found a new job, working at a nearby milk tea shop.

Due to accidentally knocking over seasonings five times and having a hand speed of twenty minutes to make one cup of milk tea, Fu Ling successfully became the mascot of this milk tea shop—he only needed to occasionally clean the tables, and most of the time he sat at the door, relying on that face to attract customers.

A simple and crude tactic, but very successful. After Fu Ling joined, the traffic of this milk tea shop showed a linear upward trend.

When Zhou Xinghui picked him up on his electric scooter, many university students were still taking photos of him. After seeing Zhou Xinghui, a burst of cheerful screaming quickly erupted among them.

“Zhou Xinghui, I can earn money myself now!”

Fu Ling said happily in the back seat while hugging his waist.

“Mm.”

Perhaps because his mood was too good, Fu Ling instinctively spoke his inner thoughts: “In the future when I leave your house, I’ll be able to support myself too.”

Screech—

The electric scooter came to a sudden halt. Zhou Xinghui took off his helmet and lowered his voice: “What did you say?”

Fu Ling: “…”

Fu Ling: “Uh.”

Zhou Xinghui looked at him in disbelief: “You want to leave me? Or do you want to go suck someone else’s Yang energy?”

Is his Yang energy not enough?

Zhou Xinghui admitted that his waist had been mysteriously soft recently, and he even needed to be held by Fu Ling to keep from falling off, but that didn’t prove he couldn’t support a fox spirit!

He didn’t know if it was Fu Ling’s illusion, but the always-strong Zhou Xinghui’s eyes turned red. He quickly said: “No, no! Absolutely not! Other people’s Yang energy is super disgusting! I can’t even get ‘it’ up!”

“You…”

Zhou Xinghui looked at him without blinking, then suddenly turned his head. Fu Ling was about to say something, but saw his face turn pale. He covered his mouth and dry-heaved twice.

“Zhou Xinghui?” Fu Ling hurriedly took out a tissue, hugged him, and supported him in his arms. “Zhou Xinghui, are you okay! You were vomited by my anger? You—”

“Shh.” Zhou Xinghui’s lips were pale. “Let’s go home first.”

He indeed hadn’t been quite right recently.

Gastrointestinal discomfort, frequent vomiting, and various parts of his body were often uncomfortable.

He decided that when he went to visit his mother, he would give himself an exam.

Fu Ling insisted on following him but was dismissed by Zhou Xinghui in a few words.

Fu Ling saw through his perfunctoriness. That day, he didn’t even bring him a rose, and he even took his salary card and immediately spent several hundred dollars online, not knowing what he had bought.

Of course, those were things discovered later—the current Zhou Xinghui didn’t have the energy to care.

He had blood drawn. After a while, the doctor informed him that the index was inaccurate and he needed to draw it again—perhaps an anomaly should have been glimpsed from here.

After the hospital’s exam report came out, Zhou Xinghui was called alone into the doctor’s office. Several gray-haired old professors gathered together, looking at him all at once with expressions Zhou Xinghui had only seen at important meetings.

—Like they were seeing a living SCI.

His mind went blank, thinking he had some very rare terminal illness.

After the doctor used a soft voice to ask him to sit down, Zhou Xinghui closed his eyes and said hoarsely: “What disease do I have?”

“…Um, you…” The doctor held his report and handed it to him. “You’re not sick, but this situation is a bit complicated.”

Not sick, but complicated?

Zhou Xinghui became even more uneasy. His vertical eyelashes finely covered his eyelids, casting a silent shadow.

He thought of his penniless parents, thought of his own future, and finally thought of the fox spirit at home.

He flipped open the diagnostic report and, with sharp eyes, found the abnormal index among the blood tests.

“HCG… on the high side?”

“It’s like this. We’ve done repeated comparisons. After ruling out all other possibilities, it’s confirmed—”

The doctor pushed up his glasses. That intentionally lightened voice made Zhou Xinghui think he was dreaming.

“You’re pregnant.”