The Lost Omega Heiress is Pregnant with My Child - Chapter 37.1

Shen Tingxue had been deceiving her all along.

Today, the messages Shen Tingxue sent home were unusually sparse.

Apart from a simple meal photo shared in the afternoon, there had been no further updates.

Shi Anzhi couldn’t resist summoning Xiao Yu, but for some reason, Xiao Yu responded intermittently, sometimes answering and other times falling silent, as if malfunctioning.

“Xiao Yu?”

Shi Anzhi called again, “Xiao Yu, connect me to Ah Xue.”

She wondered what time Ah Xue would finish work today and whether she would come home for dinner.

Xiao Yu replied with “I’m here,” but when attempting to execute the command, a string of garbled code appeared.

After a series of incomprehensible noises, Shi Anzhi finally managed to understand one sentence:

[Miss Shi, the protective wall is under attack. System confusion detected. To prevent accidents, please suspend usage for now!]

Frowning, Shi Anzhi decided she would need to study this area of knowledge later. Soon, she would have to install a built-in communicator, the current setup was far too inconvenient.

Reluctantly, she gave up on further communication with Xiao Yu.

She went to the garden to water the plants first, then returned to the living room to read a book titled The Omega Scientific Pregnancy Guide. As she read, she couldn’t help but smile, her lips curling upward unconsciously.

She didn’t even realize her face had stiffened from smiling.

After half an hour, she opened The Newborn Baby Care Encyclopedia and The Complete Plan for Baby Nutritional Supplements. The more she read, the more a strange sense of happiness welled up inside her.

With Shen Tingxue not at home, she found herself rolling around on the sofa while reading these books. Every now and then, she would drift into daydreams, imagining future warm and cozy scenes. She had to bury her face in a pillow to calm down before she could continue reading.

Ah Xue and the baby.

Her life.

While at St. Anne’s Hospital, Shi Anzhi had already collected some reference books. Previously, when she mentioned buying enlightenment books for the baby, Shen Tingxue had said that Xiao Yu could print them all and there was no rush.

“How old is the baby even now?”

Shen Tingxue had replied with an amused tone.

However, Shi Anzhi didn’t want to simply have Xiao Yu print them. She wanted to go shopping with Shen Tingxue at the mall, they had never visited a supermarket in the special district together.

Turning the page, Shi Anzhi became engrossed in reading about supplementary food instructions.

[For babies aged 4-6 months just starting on supplementary foods, focus on single-ingredient, smooth purees.

Place cooked pumpkin chunks into a baby food maker or blender, add a small amount of warm water, breast milk, or formula, and blend into a fine, smooth puree.]

Just then, Xiao Yu unexpectedly activated its screen without being summoned. The sudden movement made Shi Anzhi look up.

After half a minute of unexplained flickering, a familiar projected image appeared before her.

Teng Ying squinted lazily, scrutinizing Shi Anzhi. “Shi Anzhi, you’re having such a great time in the big city that you’ve forgotten to even send a message back, haven’t you? It’s been so long.”

Thinking about it, it had indeed been a while since she last contacted Teng Ying. Lately, her attention had been entirely on Ah Xue and the baby, and then she started missing Bobo.

As for Teng Ying, she honestly hadn’t given her a thought.

She set down her book. “Did you receive the medicine from the express delivery?”

Teng Ying replied, “Of course. I’ve already had the surgery.”

Her gaze fell on the ridiculously luxurious background behind Shi Anzhi, and she clicked her tongue twice. “Looks like Miss Shen has been treating you well. Just look at how blissful you seem.”

Shi Anzhi chuckled. Running into an old acquaintance, her first instinct was to share the joy of becoming a mother.

But she hesitated, thinking that Shen Tingxue was still in the early stages of her pregnancy and might prefer to keep it private for now, so she held back.

“You can see the background behind me today?”

“Yeah.”

Shi Anzhi thought for a moment and guessed it might be because Xiao Yu was malfunctioning.

Teng Ying stared at Shi Anzhi, pondering for a few seconds. “Did Miss Shen secretly hide you away?”

“I’ve been trying to contact you for days with no luck. Did the expensive temporary pass I bought only work once and then expire? I only managed to slip in now by exploiting a loophole.”

Shi Anzhi was baffled by her words. “No, I can contact the outside world just fine. You managed to reach me, didn’t you?”

Teng Ying frowned. “That’s really strange. I’m going to the black market to return it.”

Shi Anzhi smiled. “Just tell me what you need my help with this time. Sending more medicine?”

“Can’t I just chat with you and catch up without needing something?”

Teng Ying rolled her eyes but then grinned. “Alright, fine. There is something, and it’s a big deal.”

She shifted into a more comfortable position and said leisurely, “That useless Ding Sha is dead. The rabble under him nearly tore R District apart fighting over territory. I figured, since I had nothing better to do, I might as well stir the pot a little.”

She said it lightly, but Shi Anzhi knew the process couldn’t have been as simple as she made it sound.

Shi Anzhi snapped out of her blissful state from a few minutes ago, her mind clearing as she began to assess Teng Ying’s meaning.

Having known her for years, Shi Anzhi was aware that Teng Ying wasn’t just an ordinary dentist. She was mysterious, and no one knew why she had ended up in the slums.

In R District, a lawless place, doctors especially ones like Teng Ying, who could perform complex cybernetic surgeries were an extremely scarce resource.

Teng Ying had extensive connections.

As far as Shi Anzhi knew, Teng Ying led a loose organization composed of all the underground clinics, drug dealers, and medical waste handlers in R District. Shi Anzhi had helped Teng Ying dispose of waste before, so she was part of this network too.

As for Teng Ying’s clients, they were even more complicated. Due to weak oversight, many fugitives who had committed crimes in other districts would flee to R District to evade pursuit. If they needed medical treatment, they might end up crossing paths with Teng Ying.

Even when Ding Sha was alive, he had to show her some respect, despite the nearly four million coins in gambling debt she owed.

The Empire was divided into several major districts. The Special District was the political and economic center, home to the ruling class, who enjoyed the pinnacle of technological advancements.

D District existed as an appendage to the Special District and served as its waste processing site. Most of the Empire’s middle and lower classes lived here, where municipal police maintained a semblance of order, though numerous gangs operated freely.

R District, located on the outskirts of D District, was designated by the Empire as a landfill area, littered with remnants of old battlefields from bygone eras. It was too far from the political center and had poor transportation links.

This area was home to the empire’s lowest rungs orphans like Shi Anzhi, desperate criminals, terminally ill patients, and outlaws who refused to be bound by rules.

The municipal police couldn’t even maintain a facade of order in District R. Order here was upheld by the most primitive form of violence. Besides Ding Sha and his crew controlling the red-light district and casinos, two other factions held sway in District R.

One was the Rust Gang, an armed group formed by abandoned factory workers and scavengers. They monopolized all metal recycling and weapon modification businesses in District R, operating with ruthless efficiency. The local thug Shi Anzhi had killed years ago belonged to this gang.

The other faction was far more mysterious. Code-named Borealis Lotus, they operated primarily in the most heavily irradiated crash zones, possessing an intimate knowledge of the terrain and rumored to wield black tech recovered from alien wreckage. These true wasteland nomads rarely showed themselves. Those unfortunate enough to cross them would meet creatively gruesome ends, though no one understood their ultimate motives.

These three powers maintained District R’s fragile balance through years of mutual deterrence and suspicion.

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