Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Absurd!

“How is that possible?!”

Zhou Xinghui’s first thought was disbelief. He looked up, instinctively letting out a cold sneer, but before he could refute, the doctors looked at him in unison again, as if they had predicted his reaction.

“We didn’t believe it at first either, but we still recommend you undergo a B-scan ultrasound in a month. That is the gold standard.”

A bald, authoritative-looking old doctor spoke in a gentle, reminiscent tone:

“When I was young, I personally witnessed a case of male childbirth. Both father and son were safe, the son weighed eight catties and eight taels.”

The doctor spent a long time explaining to him under what circumstances and what kind of constitution male pregnancy occurs, and what needs to be noted during pregnancy—specifically mentioning that it’s best not to have an abortion—though Zhou Xinghui suspected this was for the sake of their SCI research papers.

“During your recuperation, please pay attention to your diet and rest. Due to the special circumstances, we will call you at any time to ensure your health and safety.”

Walking out of the diagnostic room, Zhou Xinghui held his examination report, plunged into a deep doubt about life.

Male childbirth…

Both father and son safe…

Eight catties and eight taels…

These words circled in his mind like an incantation that wouldn’t leave.

A dream?

Is it a dream?

Zhou Xinghui reached out and pinched his thigh hard—very hard, with a hint of venting frustration. He let out a “hiss” as he pinched a patch of flesh purple.

“…” He was still there.

Nothing had disappeared.

The diagnostic slip was still in his hand, its weight light yet undeniable. He stood in the hallway as nurses pushed carts back and forth. Not far away, patients sat on chairs, looking up curiously at this soul-shaken man.

After a long time, Zhou Xinghui’s hand trembled as he reached toward his belly, but then, as if realizing something was wrong, he lowered his hand deliberately and quickly. He feigned calm and looked around, finding that others had also noticed his movements. For a moment, it felt like needles pricking him; he lifted his feet and almost fled the second floor of the hospital.

He didn’t even take the elevator, choosing instead the lonely, empty stairwell. In the silence, he flattened the crumpled diagnostic report once more, his head spinning as he stared at the words “Suspected Pregnancy.”

How was it possible…

His chaotic brain thought wildly and limitlessly about everything that had happened recently. It was at this moment he realized the only person he had ever been intimate with was a genuine fox spirit.

Could it be… besides sucking away Yang energy, fox spirits also have the ability to make men pregnant?

Just as Zhou Xinghui, who had seemingly found the key point, was exiting the hospital gate, he unluckily ran into a slightly familiar figure.

Li Ye had just come out from visiting a friend in a VIP room. In the first-floor lobby, he spotted a figure that stood out from the crowd.

That figure wasn’t walking fast, head lowered as if thinking about something. Having been immersed in thought for too long, there was an inexplicably melancholic and dazed aura about him.

Without thinking much, Li Ye remembered that the man’s mother was also in this hospital and followed him. The usually cautious man didn’t notice him. It wasn’t until Li Ye waved that he lifted his eyelids and looked over.

Li Ye caught a glimpse of the diagnostic report in his hand, with Zhou Xinghui’s own name showing in the top right corner.

“What’s wrong with you?” Li Ye asked instinctively.

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

Li Ye quickly realized the ambiguity in his words, coughed, and added: “I mean, are you sick?”

The two stood in silence for a while. Zhou Xinghui’s pupils regained focus, and he said expressionlessly: “I’m not sick, you’re the one who’s sick.”

Being cursed so directly made Li Ye’s expression sour as well:

“Looking at your face, the exam results aren’t great, right? Do you need me to contact a specialist for you?”

In Zhou Xinghui’s eyes, Li Ye spoke with the high-and-mighty air of a capitalist, which was very off-putting.

Zhou Xinghui: “I said, I’m not sick.”

Li Ye: “You think I’m blind? Anyone can see that if you aren’t sick, you’re about to be.”

Zhou Xinghui couldn’t be bothered with him. He expressionlessly stuffed the report into his pocket like trash, hailed a taxi at the entrance, and left.

Li Ye was rarely snubbed, but this was already the umpteenth time with Zhou Xinghui. Remarkably, although he was a bit angry, his interest didn’t wane.

To be honest, Zhou Xinghui’s personality was completely different from Li Ye’s previous obedient lovers. Those lovers might have had beautiful muscles, but most were developed in the gym to suit the benefactor’s taste.

No matter how wild they looked, most of it was a deliberate act. Their personalities were boring to the core. As long as he threw money on the floor, even the coldest man would kneel to pick it up. Without needing instruction, they would wag their asses for him.

But Zhou Xinghui was different. Li Ye thought it was f*cking hilarious… He used to hear his sister talk about web novels where overbearing CEOs fall for white lotus heroines, and he thought those authors’ brains weren’t even fit for zombies to eat. But now, he was bored of those fake, oily faces and began to like Zhou Xinghui’s genuine wildness—someone completely unguided by money.

If someone like Zhou Xinghui were to willingly wag his ass for him… Just thinking about it made Li Ye a bit excited.

Li Ye stood at the hospital entrance for a moment, pulled out his phone, and made a call:

“Help me check the diagnostic results for a person named Zhou Xinghui today… Right, male, 23 years old…”

After a while, the person on the other end said something that made Li Ye’s eyes bulge suddenly.

“Zhou Xinghui isn’t sick, you’re the one who’s sick, right?”

“No, President Li… listen to me, it’s absolutely correct… This matter has already spread through the circle of medical professors. Everyone is waiting for the next follow-up result…”

After listening to the person on the phone drone on for twenty minutes—explaining everything from cellular biology to the great mysteries of life—Li Ye’s expression slowly morphed from impatience to blankness, daze, shock, and finally, an indescribable rage.

“You mean to say that in this world, a very small number of men can get pregnant, Zhou Xinghui is one of them, and he’s f*cking pregnant already?”

By the last sentence, Li Ye was both incredulous and felt a subtle sense of being cuckolded by someone getting there first—he didn’t even know where that feeling came from. Clearly, he and Zhou Xinghui hadn’t even started anything, yet it felt as if something very important had been snatched away while the rightful owner was still grinning like an idiot.

He was just pondering how to make the man wag his ass, only to turn around and find out the man had already wagged it for some other unknown bastard?!

“Investigate! Investigate for me!” Li Ye shouted. “I want to see exactly who dares to snatch my man!”

Zhou Xinghui only took the morning off. After a hasty meal, not even daring to look at the messages on his phone, he arrived at the construction site in silence.

The coworkers all knew he was leaving in a few days and were a bit reluctant. They were all paying attention to him, and seeing Zhou Xinghui’s pale face, a few coworkers who were usually on good terms said worriedly: “Are you okay?”

They knew he had taken the morning off to go to the hospital for an exam, so they naturally began to concern themselves with his health.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, the group looked at each other.

“It couldn’t be some major illness, right?”

Someone spoke without thinking and was pushed by the others.

Zhou Xinghui’s lips moved: “It is indeed… unexpected.”

“Little Zhou…” The oldest coworker patted Zhou Xinghui’s shoulder. “As long as you’re alive, you can get through anything. You’re still young, there are many possibilities.”

Zhou Xinghui looked at him in a daze, suddenly feeling that the man’s dust-covered face held a holy light.

Life has many possibilities, so a man being able to have a child is one of those possibilities, right?

It must be, right?

“I understand.”

He brushed away the hands trying to touch his shoulder and took a step back. Ever since he found out he was pregnant, he felt a slight unease with other people’s touch.

This topic didn’t last long because Zhou Xinghui’s expression soon looked no different from usual. During a work break, the group chatted noisily.

A young-looking coworker said to Zhou Xinghui: “Oh, right, a few days ago when I went to the security booth to pick up something, I saw that dog you keep at home.”

Zhou Xinghui was slightly dazed: “Dog?”

“Yeah, a big white dog. It’s quite cute, though its muzzle is a bit sharp, not quite like a dog. You raised it really well, that white dog is almost bigger than a Tibetan Mastiff. What do you usually feed it?”

Zhou Xinghui: “…I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”

Immediately, someone else said:

“I saw it last time too.”

“Did it have a collar?”

“Yeah, several female students were taking pictures of it. I took a look; Little Zhou’s name was written on it.”

“Last time I even saw it following right behind Little Zhou’s ass.”

“That’s right, that dog doesn’t follow just anyone. It won’t even look at ordinary sausages; it’s quite picky.”

If one person said it, it might be fine, but with everyone saying it, Zhou Xinghui’s heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, he had a suspicion.

A big white dog with a sharp muzzle… shouldn’t that be a big white fox?

So Fu Ling followed him every day?

Then… what about today…

Could he already know that I…

Zhou Xinghui looked behind him, feeling mysteriously thirsty. He asked the others: “Where do you usually see that white dog?”

After learning it was the security booth, Zhou Xinghui grabbed his jacket and, skipping work, rushed toward the booth.

Unfortunately, there was nothing. Only the security guard was sitting there alone. When Zhou Xinghui went to ask, he was told the white dog that often came wasn’t there today.

“That dog is quite smart. It usually hides from people and only goes up to female students to ask for food. They feed it stuff that’s damn expensive; people can’t even afford to eat like that…”

The guard started chatting. Zhou Xinghui realized that Fu Ling hadn’t been staying home sleeping or watching TV these days, but had been secretly following him every day, accompanying him to and from work, quiet and unseen. His heart felt as if it were being soaked in warm water—indescribable and complex.

He pulled out his phone again, which he had turned off to escape reality. He long-pressed the side button to turn it on, and as expected, saw several unread messages from Fu Ling.

“How was the exam result?”

“Why aren’t you talking?”

About an hour after that, Fu Ling had called directly via video, which automatically disconnected because the phone was off.

“I’m angry!”

“Do you have another fox outside?”

Another ten minutes passed.

“I saw you with Li Ye.”

Zhou Xinghui’s brow twitched as he instinctively scrolled to the bottom.

“What on earth are you two talking about…”

“Angry Angry”

“You’re the scumbag.”

After that, there was nothing.

…So Fu Ling only saw him with Li Ye and didn’t know about the pregnancy.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t know if he felt relief or some other emotion. He was afraid of Fu Ling being angry, but also afraid that Fu Ling would despise him after knowing his situation.

A man who could usually lift a hundred catties of bricks and stones with ease was suddenly pregnant.

…No matter how he thought about it, it was disgusting.

Fu Ling would definitely think he wasn’t man enough. What “Yang energy” is there to speak of when pregnant?

The moment he first learned the result, Zhou Xinghui thought about aborting the child.

He was a proper man, and he should be a man who can stand tall between heaven and earth. Not some mutant, watching his belly grow, having his body sliced open to have a monster removed by others.

But who knew? Since childhood, Zhou Xinghui’s greatest wish was to marry, have children, and have a happy family of his own. He had imagined himself as a reliable husband, a dignified father—the current situation, however, far exceeded his meager imagination. Zhou Xinghui couldn’t help but feel panic and loss.

He hadn’t considered clearly whether to tell Fu Ling. He didn’t know much else, but the child in his belly could only be Fu Ling’s seed—meaning, it might be a little fox spirit, or a litter of them.

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Zhou Xinghui returned to the site. Before he reached his destination, someone waved at him:

“Zhou Xinghui! Zhou Xinghui! Someone is looking for you!”

Zhou Xinghui snapped his head up. Without thinking, he jogged over. From afar, he saw a slender figure standing in the dusty construction site, with beautiful silver hair and a pair of seductive yet innocent blue eyes. His features were shrouded in the mist, like an oil painting hanging on an exhibition wall.

The closer he got, the clearer the face became. Zhou Xinghui stopped in his tracks, seeing Fu Ling pout before suddenly pouncing on him.

“Zhou Xinghui!”

Fu Ling pounced into Zhou Xinghui’s arms, hugging his waist. Sensing the other’s stiffness, he was both angry and aggrieved.

“You didn’t pick up my calls all morning, and you didn’t reply to my messages.”

“My phone was turned off.” Zhou Xinghui said softly.

Fu Ling looked up, moved a little away from him, and scrutinized him. “Did you find something bad in the exam?”

“…No.”

Zhou Xinghui paused. The surrounding coworkers were all watching them curiously, whispering. He knew it wasn’t the right place to talk about this, so he only said vaguely: “I’ve been a bit tired lately.”

Fu Ling’s large eyes stared at him without blinking: “Really? Don’t let me find out you lied to me.”

“…” Zhou Xinghui’s eyelashes flickered almost imperceptibly. “Really.”

He thought Fu Ling would follow up by asking about Li Ye, and he had already prepared a draft in his mind.

But Fu Ling only stared at him for a while, and his voice softened. “Oh, that’s good then.”

“I thought… something really happened to you. It’s good that nothing’s wrong.”

Zhou Xinghui felt Fu Ling’s attitude was a bit strange—completely different from the tense, angry little rooster in the messages. It was too calm.

There were too many people here, so he couldn’t ask. Fu Ling didn’t give him the chance either, straightening his collar and saying virtuously: “Do you still have to work today? Do you want to take the day off?”

“I… work.” Zhou Xinghui had things on his mind and stammered a bit in front of Fu Ling. Meeting that suspicious gaze, he fell silent for a while and cleared his hoarse throat.

“The doctor said my immunity is low, and I have a bit of a cold. You go back first so I don’t infect you.”

Fu Ling pursed his lips suspiciously. “Oh…”

Perhaps because he was a fox spirit, his lips were redder than most people’s, and his face was exceptionally fair, making the small mole under his lip look even more enticing. Zhou Xinghui almost couldn’t help but remember the way Fu Ling’s tongue lightly licked that spot… He knew the fox spirit’s lips and chin were very kissable.

The eyes of the people around them converged on this pair of handsome men. Zhou Xinghui realized this fact and used his body to shield Fu Ling.

Fu Ling looked like he wanted to say something, his eyes seemingly shimmering with tears, but when Zhou Xinghui looked closely, he found it was just an illusion.

Fu Ling usually talked quite a bit, but he didn’t say much now. He just gave a few simple instructions—according to what the coworkers said later, like a helpless wife instructing a taciturn and eccentric husband—and then left.

Zhou Xinghui watched his back from afar until he disappeared at the end of the road. It wasn’t until Fu Ling had completely left that he realized his belly felt warm, almost burning.

So strange.

He touched it once more, and then was surrounded by the coworkers who slung their arms over his shoulders.

“Hey, was that your younger brother just now? He’s prettier than a woman.”

“Holy shit, when he called out to me just now, I thought I was daydreaming.”

“Is he mixed-race?”

Regarding these questions about Fu Ling, Zhou Xinghui chose to refuse to answer across the board. He didn’t like others looking at Fu Ling with obsession, even if they had no ill intent. Brushing away everyone’s hands, Zhou Xinghui silently returned to his station.

There was no rush to tell Fu Ling about… that matter. There were still a few days before leaving the site; he could think about it further… mainly because he didn’t know how to bring it up.

Although Fu Ling was a fox spirit himself and loved to say dirty talk about having cubs in bed, they both knew it was just a joke.

Zhou Xinghui felt that, after all, he was a big man who could do heavy work. When he saw Fu Ling, he would feel a protective urge toward someone weak, and Fu Ling seemed very happy with that.

After knowing he could actually give birth, would Fu Ling be scared away?

But… this is his own flesh and blood…

Even if the fox spirit didn’t want it, how could he bear to give it up…

Under the collapse of his worldview, Zhou Xinghui’s traditional male mindset was in a precarious state.

Fu Ling returned to the milk tea shop, sitting despondently on a chair.

“I told you long ago not to develop feelings for the mission target.” 005 spoke with a tone of disappointment.

“I can’t help it…” Fu Ling muttered. “Who knew he would develop feelings for Li Ye so quickly? Clearly that Li Ye person is the third wheel between us!”

005: “…”

“Do you even know you’re playing the role of a scumbag?”

Fu Ling: “I know, I haven’t forgotten. I know I’m a scumbag. These are just my tactics for dealing with Zhou Xinghui. I don’t like him at all, I actually have my own plans… whimper…”

Holding a cup of hot milk tea, he took an indignant, deep gulp and was almost choked to death by a large, round pearl.

“Cough cough cough—”

Fu Ling coughed heart-wrenchingly. Suddenly, a tissue was handed to him. He instinctively took it, wiped his mouth, and looked up while saying thanks: “Thank you…”

Halfway through his sentence, after seeing the familiar face clearly, Fu Ling’s eyes widened: “Fu Rong? Why are you here?”

The handsome man looked at him with an air of composure and raised a mysterious eyebrow. “Uncle sent me. Shh, let’s talk somewhere else.”

Fu Ling stood up hesitantly: “I still have work.”

Fu Rong tsked and waved his hand. In an instant, the footsteps of all pedestrians slowed down, and everyone’s face showed a look of drowsiness.

Fu Ling’s expression changed slightly: “The Father King made a rule that we can’t use magic casually in the human world.”

Fu Rong snapped his fingers and dragged Fu Ling toward a nearby coffee shop, ordering two coffees. The staff’s speech and movements were like they were on 0.15x speed—simply deathly slow. Fu Ling couldn’t bear to watch and sat with Fu Rong at a window seat.

Only then did Fu Rong speak: “Don’t think I don’t know, you must have used it too.”

“I haven’t been this flamboyant about it.” Fu Ling said righteously. “Cancel it quickly. What if someone finds out?”

“Found out? When did you become so afraid of humans? Or should I say—”

Fu Rong scanned his face. The fox’s gaze was quite cunning, seemingly seeing through everything in an instant: “Are you afraid that your human man will find out you aren’t as weak and innocent as he imagines, and then stop liking you?”

Fu Ling was still wearing the milk tea shop uniform. Hearing this, he clutched the hem of his shirt and changed the subject: “What on earth did you run out here for? Don’t tell me it’s for fun.”

Fu Rong shrugged boringly: “Uncle and Aunt regret it. They want you back now and said they won’t pressure you to find a fox anymore. Everyone was afraid that a lone fox like you would run into trouble outside, but looking at it now, that human has raised you quite well.”

Fu Ling’s eyelids flickered, his tone turning somewhat cold.

“None of your business. I’ll go back when the time is right. And don’t you dare set your sights on that human.”

Fu Rong was his cousin, a golden-furred fox. He was usually wicked to the core, with idle and mischievous claws. He couldn’t let him fixate on Zhou Xinghui.

Fu Rong’s eyes rolled: “Hey, I say, little brother, you can’t have actually fallen for that poor kid, right?”

Fu Ling instinctively retorted angrily: “He is not some poor kid!”

Meeting Fu Rong’s interested gaze, Fu Ling immediately lost interest in talking to him and stood up to leave.

“Hey hey hey, wait.” Seeing he really had angered his brother into leaving, Fu Rong quickly blocked him and bowed to him with a very beastly air.

“Brother was wrong. Didn’t I just investigate and find there seems to be something between you and that human? Of course, your brother is on your side. What ‘Fox King Uncle’? I’m not afraid at all and I don’t care. Your brother is on your side, ah.”

Fu Ling squinted at him, disdainful: “Don’t think I don’t know. You’ve been a fence-sitter since you were little. The foxes you’ve backstabbed could stand up and turn a mountain into a pincushion.”

“Not this time.”

At this point, the staff member’s slow-motion coffee arrived. Fu Rong picked up the coffee, took a leisurely sip, and said: “I heard there’s another human sandwiched between you and that human. If you’re really interested in that one named Zhou, I’ll take care of the one named Li for you.”

“…Huh?”

“You can’t!” The situation 005 feared most had finally happened. it shrieked, “Breaking up the protagonists will cause you to lose all rewards! If the mission isn’t completed, you’ll be doomed!”

Fu Ling was a bit hesitant, but Fu Rong grabbed his hand: “Trust me.”

“Then… then let’s try it first.” Fu Ling said guiltily over 005’s screaming. “If it doesn’t work, then forget it. We’d rather tear down a temple than ruin a marriage.”

Fu Rong looked at him with a gaze of disgust: “Buddy, have you forgotten what we are?”

He tapped his fingertip on the table, emphasizing: “We are fox spirits! Gussy up your beauty, use your advantages—what does that Li guy have to compare with you! I’ve seen his little videos; he can’t even match the average duration of us fox spirits! Who knows how to fuck an ass better than you! Who knows how to suck Yang energy better than you!”

Because their time was accelerated, the people around them couldn’t hear clearly what Fu Rong was saying. They only saw this good-looking but strangely behaving blond man speaking with great animation.

Fu Ling thought he was crazy, but was inexplicably comforted. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a few words.

“Thank you.”

Zhou Xinghui was thinking about Fu Ling at home, his heart always uneasy. He left work a bit early and saw Fu Ling sitting in front of a pile of couriers, holding scissors and opening them. Some of the packaging was wrapped too securely, so he opened his mouth and easily bit them open with his two sharp canine teeth.

Seeing Zhou Xinghui, Fu Ling closed his mouth, his canines retracted, and he regained a dazed expression. He threw the courier aside and said: “You’re back.”

That appearance and voice were both soft. Zhou Xinghui’s heart and belly felt warm, so he gave an “mm,” walked over proactively, and helped him open the packages.

Fu Ling would occasionally buy things online, buy them and then forget about them, piling them in the corner. It was usually Zhou Xinghui who opened them for him when he returned and put the items on the sofa.

Today, however, he didn’t know what was going on. The television was playing the melodramatic drama Fu Ling loved—palace concubines were tearing at each other’s hair again. As Fu Ling opened the packages, he was inadvertently distracted, his eyes wide open as he watched the TV, his soul drawn away by the drama plot.

Zhou Xinghui took the unfinished packages into his arms and sliced them open with a small knife.

Hearing this sound, Fu Ling finally reacted and said instantly: “Hey, wait—”

But Zhou Xinghui had already seen the item inside. He pulled that pink, spherical object out from within and asked in confusion: “What is this?”

Fu Ling blinked, then suddenly covered his face.

“It’s a gift for you.”

His tone was very subtle.

Even though it was bought with Zhou Xinghui’s card, if Fu Ling said it was a gift, then it was naturally a gift. Zhou Xinghui didn’t know what it was, but he still said:

“Thank you, I… like it very much.”

“You like it?”

Fu Ling lowered the hands covering his face and licked his lips. He pounced over and found an object that looked like a remote control among the pile of things. The fox spirit’s tone suddenly gained a hint of shy excitement: “Then try it now, I want to see!”

“…Okay.”

But, how to try it?