Is My Wife Pregnant Today? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 31.1

“How do I try it?”

Zhou Xinghui looked at the thing left and right but couldn’t figure out what it was for. Fu Ling always loved buying small things that had no practical use—sometimes a tiny badge, a button clip, or decorations ranked first or second on the “Top Rated Items to Decorate a Happy Home Life” list. It was obvious he had a high interest in these pretty but useless gadgets, and Zhou Xinghui never said a word about it.

As for a small ball like today’s, it was indeed the first time he had seen one.

“Put it inside.”

Fu Ling pressed Zhou Xinghui down onto the sofa, eyes wide, speaking in a soft yet exaggerated tone, “Don’t tell me you don’t know what this is? No way!”

Zhou Xinghui watched him lean mysteriously close to his legs, unsure of what he was up to. This posture forced him to look down at Fu Ling. Their breaths mingled, and his face turned an awkward shade of red.

“I really don’t know.”

His slightly apologetic tone successfully made Fu Ling even more excited.

“Ah, really? But my brother said humans are animals that say one thing and mean another. Could it be that you’ve regretted it and are lying to me about not knowing?”

“I… I really don’t know how.” Zhou Xinghui was a bit at a loss.

He was a traditional man and didn’t know about those fancy tricks. If it weren’t for Fu Ling, he wouldn’t even have known two people could do so many positions.

“Fine, I guess I’ll have to do it myself. This is the last time, though.”

Fu Ling was extremely resentful yet brooked no refusal as he stripped him, acting as if it were a serious matter. “Move, please move your legs, they’re in the way.”

Zhou Xinghui clumsily had his last piece of dignity stripped away. He wanted to stop him but was afraid of hurting the other. Backed against the sofa with nowhere to retreat, he could only let Fu Ling run riot: “…You… I…”

Belatedly, Zhou Xinghui realized this thing didn’t seem very decent. He instinctively lowered his voice, almost pleading, trying to get the other to stop his mischievous behavior:

“Fu Ling, Xiao Ling…”

Fu Ling stared at him fixedly, saying unhappily: “Are you going to back out?”

When they first got home, Fu Ling’s mood was indeed not very good. It was only because Zhou Xinghui actively cooperated that Fu Ling’s interest was piqued. Now, how could he possibly do something to upset Fu Ling?

…Either way, either way, it wasn’t such a big deal…

Zhou Xinghui fell silent and slowly closed his eyes, as if not looking would allow him to ignore everything. Seeing this, Fu Ling leaned in for a kiss. Zhou Xinghui suddenly remembered something and asked hoarsely:

“Who is your brother?”

“Hm? Why ask about that psychopath? He’s no one important.”

Fu Ling brushed back a strand of hair that had fallen by his ear, answered nonchalantly, and flicked the switch. “I’m starting.”

A series of buzzing sounds followed, and Zhou Xinghui’s entire body began to tremble.

It wasn’t just his physical instincts shaking. His lips, eyelids, and the masseter muscles by his jaw were all twitching along with the sound. Closing his eyes was no longer useful—all his embarrassment had nowhere to hide.

He opened his eyes to look at Fu Ling, only to see the fox spirit’s beautiful blue pupils reflecting his completely out-of-control state, filled with intense interest.

Seeing Zhou Xinghui look over, Fu Ling paused and leaned in: “Does Zhouzhou want a kiss?”

Zhou Xinghui’s teeth were chattering. He felt as if he were starting to dehydrate, while Fu Ling was a piece of succulent fruit. His teasing, cat-and-mouse manner was like a tempting snake dangling a fruit right in front of him.

Fu Ling touched his face, which was as red as a berry. “Zhouzhou… you look so cute… you look like you’ll break if you don’t get a kiss.”

He pouted his plump lips and gave Zhou Xinghui several fleeting pecks on his thin lips.

Seeing that he left every time before the kiss lasted long, Zhou Xinghui said hoarsely: “Kiss me…”

His voice was already broken, sounding no different from a mindless fool. Fu Ling loved it, yet he wagged his big, fluffy tail and said provocatively: “Then come over and kiss me yourself. Why do I always have to be the one to go over and kiss you?”

He actually had the nerve to say that…

If it weren’t for him putting…

Zhou Xinghui didn’t have time for much thought. He didn’t know if it was because being pregnant made his thinking and certain sensations different from before, but in the past, he could have lasted one or two more rounds before Fu Ling lost patience and came over. Now, the speed at which he surrendered before the fox spirit was faster than ever.

The human grabbed Fu Ling’s shoulders, face flushed as he slowly leaned forward. Just as his lips were about to meet the other’s, with even Fu Ling’s distinct snowy-white eyelashes within reach, the ignored phone on the side rang.

Fu Ling seemed to be startled, his finger accidentally pressed some other button. Zhou Xinghui instantly twitched, collapsing into Fu Ling’s arms, even his fingertips turning pink.

“Zhouzhou!”

Fu Ling hurriedly propped him up. Zhou Xinghui’s Adam’s apple bobbed; his lips were parted, but he couldn’t speak, only looking at him pleadingly. Fu Ling guiltily pressed the button back, and things returned to normal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the contact name on the phone: Fu Rong.

Fu Ling hung up immediately.

A few seconds later, the phone rang again.

Zhou Xinghui wrapped his arms around the fox spirit’s slender waist, breathing in his unique geranium scent mixed with the smell of shower gel. Only then did his heart rate and the abnormal fluctuations in his blood level off.

The object hadn’t come out yet.

But smelling Fu Ling’s scent, he didn’t really want to move.

However, the phone rang again and again. After hanging up for the third time, Fu Ling finally picked up.

“Hello? What on earth do you want to say?”

Fu Ling said dissatisfiedly.

Zhou Xinghui didn’t speak, his ears sharply catching some sounds from the phone.

“Hey, little brother, guess what? I’ve caught this wild human named Li!”

Fu Rong laughed loudly on the other end.

Fu Ling: “…Psychopath.”

Zhou Xinghui looked up at him, and Fu Ling switched his tone: “I wasn’t talking about you.”

Zhou Xinghui: “Who is that on the phone?”

Fu Ling: “Uh…”

Seeing his hesitant look, it was probably someone very important, given that he had to answer the phone even while doing this.

Was he, Zhou Xinghui, not fun enough?

Zhou Xinghui grabbed his sleeve: “Talk.”

“It’s a brain-dead fox spirit! The one you just asked about, my brother.”

Fu Ling stuffed the remote into his hand. “Wait a moment, I’m going to the balcony to take this call. I’ll be back in a bit. If you’re really bored, play by yourself first. Be good.”

Zhou Xinghui: “…”

Fu Ling stood up and walked away. Zhou Xinghui squeezed the small pink remote in his hand and lightly ground his teeth.

Fu Rong was recognized in their area as the fox spirit with the most mental issues. To be honest, when he first took on this job, Fu Ling didn’t believe in him at all.

Pausing, he was still worried after all—of course, simply worried that Li Ye would be played to death by Fu Rong: “How did you catch him? You didn’t do anything to him, did you?”

“How else do fox spirits catch people? I just transformed into the likeness of his dream lover to seduce him, and he took the bait easily. He’s sleeping in a hotel now. Should I just be direct and castrate him?”

Fu Ling blinked: “Castrate him…?”

Is that allowed?

005 immediately screamed in Fu Ling’s head: “No! You fox spirits will face divine retribution!”

Poor 005, it simply didn’t understand why the gods chose such a fox spirit to be his divine messenger!

It missed the host from the previous world. Although there were plenty of wild maneuvers and he almost lost his life, he never thought about castrating a mission target!

“Better not…” Fu Ling hurriedly soothed 005 in his head while saying, “We can’t just hurt humans at will. I advise you not to do anything too excessive to him.”

“Oh, alright then.” Fu Rong on the other side sounded a bit disappointed, but soon became excited again. “But Fu Ling, this human’s Yang energy is delicious. Shall we suck it together sometime? Sucking the same person all the time, you’ll get bored too.”

The fox spirit on the other side cordially sent you an invitation to team up.

Such behavior was very common among fox spirits. They were a unique race, not only were they picky about whose Yang energy they sucked, but they also sometimes swapped targets.

Fu Ling had heard that some fox spirits occasionally swapped appearances and scents with others without anyone knowing, going to the other’s partner to spend the night, sucking a new flavor of Yang energy, and then returning home as if nothing happened to sleep with their own partner.

Among these partners, most never realized their husband or wife had actually been swapped for someone else.

Fu Rong was also used to such things. Fu Ling projected himself and Zhou Xinghui into the scenario and suddenly realized he couldn’t stand it at all:

“No! But, wait—”

He said in horror: “You sucked his Yang energy? You slept with him?”

Fu Rong: “Yeah, so what? You sound surprised. You think you’re the only one with a dick?”

An extremely ominous premonition surfaced in Fu Ling’s mind: “No… what did the ‘dream lover’ of Li Ye you turned into look like?”

Fu Rong said confusedly: “You’re asking me? Isn’t Li Ye’s dream lover just the likeness of that human next to you?”

“You lunatic!” Fu Ling suddenly felt like he was losing it. “In other words, Li Ye now thinks it was Zhou Xinghui who slept with him? What kind of ghost business are you doing!”

“Yeah. Seems so, what’s wrong with that?”

Fu Rong scratched his blond hair, yawned nonchalantly, and turned back to glance at the pale, sleeping Li Ye.

“This human seems a bit abnormal. He was just grabbing me and talking about pregnancy. He actually thinks human males can get pregnant? Ha, truly laughable. So, before he slept, I planted a suggestion to make him think he’s going to carry a litter of cubs. He looked even more devastated then, saying some nonsense about how even in death he has to enter the same delivery room.”

Fu Rong’s words suppressed a laugh, he was overwhelmed with amusement.

Fu Ling: “…I really shouldn’t have counted on you!!!”

He was both angry and a bit sympathetic toward Li Ye. Look at how a CEO has been driven mad by Fu Rong.

“Alright, alright, I’m done joking with you.” Fu Rong yawned again. “I’ve set up a new identity for you. Now you’re the only son of a billionaire couple who died in a car accident, with a massive inheritance waiting for you to inherit… Oh, this identity also has some connection to Li Ye, you’re Li Ye’s distant cousin. Hee hee.”

“Hee hee” your head…

After Fu Ling received the identity, he threatened Fu Rong to make Li Ye forget everything after he woke up before hanging up again.

Looking back, Zhou Xinghui was curled up on the sofa, his gaze fixed on him as if it had never left.

Fu Ling’s heart softened, but then he remembered the conversation with Fu Rong and felt his scalp tingle.

How hateful—Fu Rong actually transformed into the protagonist shou to sleep with the protagonist gong, and it seemed he was the one on top!

The roles were completely reversed!

The most hateful thing was that even though it was Fu Rong who did the bad deed, why did it feel like he was the one who did it!

“Um, I was just chatting with my brother.”

Fu Ling walked back from the balcony, scratching his head as he explained to Zhou Xinghui. As he got closer, his movements paused.

In the quiet room, as long as one breathed lightly, different sounds could be heard.

Fu Ling’s expression became subtle.

Zhou Xinghui stared at Fu Ling without blinking, his eyes red and filled entirely with him, his lips slightly parted.

“…Was the… chat fun?”

Fu Ling seemed quite familiar with the other person; he had been angry throughout the conversation, but Zhou Xinghui could tell it wasn’t real anger—just a different kind of acting spoiled when facing helplessness. Fu Ling was like this with him usually.

That so-called brother had a pretty good relationship with Fu Ling.

“What’s there to be happy about? He nearly angered me to death. Forget it, let’s not talk about him.”

Fu Ling pouted. When he looked at him, his eyes were sparkling again. He scanned him, curious and slightly jealous:

“Is it fun? You say I’m happy, but clearly you’re having more fun playing by yourself.”

Zhou Xinghui shook his head: “No, it’s only because I’m looking at you that…”

He cut off his sentence halfway and turned his head away in some embarrassment.

He shouldn’t have said that.

It sounded too unserious.

Fu Ling: “Oh…”

Seeing him draw out the syllable, yet he didn’t make any extra gestures, just watched, occasionally picking up his phone with great interest to take photos of him.

“You’re so handsome.” Fu Ling praised him sweetly.

Zhou Xinghui was somewhat speechless. He turned away and, after a long while, asked.

“Aren’t you going to come and try?”

Fu Ling had quietly created a photo album for the pictures he just took. Hearing this: “Try what?”

Zhou Xinghui touched his stomach. His internal organs were trembling. He didn’t know if it was psychological, but he seemed to be able to feel the existence of some organism in his abdomen… He gritted his teeth and said:

“Try me.”

Fu Ling initially wanted to act reserved, but in the end, he couldn’t help but try.

“The Yang energy is quite good, I’ll come again next time.” He gave a five-star review as if he were a guest.

Zhou Xinghui held the scruff of his neck, squeezed it, and spoke in a deep, sexy voice, “Mm.”

Fu Ling felt comfortable being squeezed at the scruff of his neck and hummed for him to squeeze again. Turning his head, Zhou Xinghui was fumbling by the bedside and found a cigarette.

“Can I smoke?” Zhou Xinghui’s black eyes looked at him.

Fu Ling knew Zhou Xinghui had a smoking habit. Fox spirits rarely suffered from things like pneumonia. Although he didn’t really like the smell of smoke, Zhou Xinghui didn’t have many hobbies, so Fu Ling didn’t stop him from smoking: “Go ahead.”

A crimson spark was lit. In the mist, Zhou Xinghui’s deep features were surrounded by smoke, silent and still, long speechless like a statue that had stood for a long time.

After a while, his fingers tapped the cigarette by the ashtray.

“I have something to tell you.”

Fu Ling was lying on the side playing “Elimination Game.” He looked up and met Zhou Xinghui’s bottomless eyes. For a moment, he thought the one who had just been preyed upon and slept with until completely defeated was himself.

“What is it?”

His finger accidentally clicked a yellow chick, breaking the originally perfect game board. The last few steps were a total collapse.

Zhou Xinghui looked at him as if every word he was about to say was as solemn as a life-long commitment.

“Xiao Ling, have you ever thought about a family?”

Fu Ling was instantly dazed: “Family? I don’t have a family right now.”

Zhou Xinghui: “I mean… in the future, are you interested in building a family of your own?”

Fu Ling paused: “A family of my own…”

What did Zhou Xinghui mean by this?

Fu Ling’s tail stood up alertly, both nervous and expectant.

He knew that the greatest wish in Zhou Xinghui’s life was to build his own small family. Now that he had deliberately mentioned this in front of him, it couldn’t be what Fu Ling was thinking, right?

“005, I have a question, just asking.” Fu Ling said in his mind. “Look, Zhou Xinghui is the client of this world, right? If I fulfill his wish instead of the male lead gong, could it be…”

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by 005.

“With all due respect, in this world, you have two tasks: 1. Play the scumbag, 2. Fulfill the protagonist shou’s wish.”

“When task 1 is not completed, task 2 cannot be hoped for. In other words, only when task 1 is completed can the world start calculating your score. Otherwise, it’s a dead end.”

005 had a considerable amount of resentment toward the fox spirit. It was still mindful of how Fu Ling and Fu Rong were just discussing castrating the male lead gong, so its words carried a lot of weight. Fu Ling was almost scared to tears.

“So mean.”

He lowered his tail aggrievedly, which made Zhou Xinghui exceptionally nervous. He tightened his fingers and suddenly asked.

“Do you want children?”

It took a while for Fu Ling to react: “…Huh?”

“Children?”

Zhou Xinghui nodded slowly, his heart racing.

Fu Ling asked hesitantly: “Do you mean little fox cubs?”

“Mm.”

Fu Ling instantly said: “No.”

He thought of the forced marriage declaration his family foxes once made to him, remembered the Fox King’s warning that ‘you aren’t allowed to rest until you give birth to an heir’, and shook his head like a rattle.

“I don’t like vixen, and I don’t need little fox cubs.” Fu Ling said. “Why are you asking this?”

Zhou Xinghui looked at him for a long time. Eventually, he stubbed out the cigarette in his hand: “I was just asking.”

Based on a beast’s intuition, Fu Ling caught a whiff of something wrong.

Lying.

There was no way Zhou Xinghui was just asking.

But no matter how he pressed him after that, Zhou Xinghui talked about other things. Fu Ling was so angry he wanted to use magic to force him to comply, but in the end, he gave up.

Forget it.

Anyway, there’s still time… right?

Zhou Xinghui didn’t speak further, as if it were just a casual mention.

He threw on a coat and walked toward the kitchen. In a place where he couldn’t see, Fu Ling stared at his legs, thinking something would drop out.

But… there was nothing.

Eh?