After getting pregnant with a golden dragon cub, the fake daughter A blew up the entire interstellar

Chapter 259 Showing off, who can outdo you? The Great Golden Dragon has finally touched its own cub.

"Yes, I agree with what the person upstairs said. Jiang Chacha is a useless person, a useless person who was pushed out by Commander Chongming to stabilize public sentiment and put on a show!"

"The people of the Zhenlin Empire are also pitiful. They trusted your commander prince so much, but your commander prince treated you like insectoids, hunting and burning your relatives."

“You need to understand that your loved ones are infected with the super virus because of his poor governance and inadequate supervision. He should take responsibility and support your loved ones.”

"The infected like to eat fresh meat and drink fresh blood. Since we can't feed them to orcs/humans, we can feed them to alien beasts. We can raise them in captivity. The Zhenlin Empire is such a large system that it can support more than 2 infected. This is better than hunting and burning them in one go."

"If the families of the infected individuals miss them, they can still visit them, even if they have become infected and are now hideous. At least being kept in captivity gives them something to look forward to!"

"Yes, what the person upstairs said is absolutely right. Collective breeding still leaves you with a glimmer of hope, but if it's mass hunting and burning, then all hope is gone."

"Thinking about you my ass, you bastard, you dog! Even the most vicious words in the entire M31 galaxy wouldn't be enough to vent my anger."

"Is what you're saying even human language?"

"Do you really think the people of our Zhenlin Empire are all idiots, lacking cognitive and analytical abilities?"

"How could you even think of raising infected beings in captivity and feeding them with the flesh of alien beasts? You guys really have more brains than your butts. You're really good at coming up with ideas."

“You’re not stupid, you’re evil. You secretly hope that our Zhenlin Empire will be dragged down.”

"More than 20,000 supervirus infections, if released, they'd be living, mobile infected. You're coming up with these stupid ideas to keep us in captivity, and you're inciting us here to think that Commander Chongming is bad, and Healer Jiang Chacha is bad!"

"What's wrong with the ginger tea therapist? How can she be a useless person who's all show and no substance? The things she gave us in the raffle, even if they were free, even just a little bit, effectively calmed our mental energy after we drank or ate them."

"You know nothing, yet you stand here pointing fingers and thinking we'll be swayed by you to join you in attacking Commander Chongming and Healer Jiang Chacha?"

"I'm telling you, your low-level rhetoric will only make us more united, not cause us to question Commander Chongming!"

"Report! Report all those IPs that don't belong to our Zhenlin Empire! Let them be arrogant, let them be despicable!"

"I am willing, from the day I learned that my child had contracted the super virus, to support all the decisions made by the country free of charge, and no one can sway me."

“I am willing. My child was infected and briefly recovered. The commander sent someone to take me to see him. My child was in great pain and wanted to die. Rather than having hopeless treatment and living without dignity, it is better to let him die so as to reduce the burden on the country.”

"Our country has come a long way. Commander Chongming is very busy. He could have delegated the task to his subordinates to keep an eye on this infection incident, but he took it personally."

“The therapist Jiang Chacha was on the front line of treatment without wearing any protective clothing. As someone who was involved, I will not allow anyone to slander them.”

"Yes, we will not allow anyone to slander our country, our commander, or our healers!"

"I've reported them, I've already reported them..."

Those online trolls who incite others and offer random advice are all reported, and they're always caught red-handed.

Jiang Chacha gave Chengyuan all 13 kinds of medicinal herbs, and the remaining 8 portions, telling him to boil them in a clay pot, and to specify the order of adding the herbs and the heat.

If family members of infected individuals need to talk to their children, they can be given the medicine after it has been prepared, which may temporarily restore their sanity.

After watching Jiang Chacha brew, Cheng Linyue went with her uncle to prepare the medicine.

Sui Xuanchu, Cheng Xiaoting, and three other males served as temporary patrol personnel alongside the guards in the quarantine area.

Jiang Chacha followed Chongming to escort Zhong Lihe and Kong Que back to their hotel. She couldn't understand why she had gone with him to see them off.

After seeing Zhongli He and Kong Que off, Chongming did not return directly to the military headquarters, but instead went back to the palace, taking all the political affairs with him.

Jiang Chacha was in his bedroom, separated from him by a wall. After eating and drinking, she washed up and changed into her pajamas. She went to greet him and saw him pouring a nutrient solution into his mouth.

She paused for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the open door. His study and bedroom were connected, and he was handling government affairs there without any attempt to hide it from her.

Chongming put down the nutrient solution he hadn't yet put in his mouth, lifted his eyelids to look at her: "You go to sleep first, I'll wait a while."

Jiang Chacha walked into his study, glanced at him as he put down the nutrient solution, and said, "I'm here to have dinner with you."

Chongming's lips curled slightly: "Didn't you already eat?"

Jiang Chacha said without changing her expression, "I'm hungry again!"

Chongming replied to her, "Go sit over there and wait for me for a few minutes. I'll finish what I'm doing and then have dinner with you."

Jiang Chacha raised an eyebrow, her long black hair reaching her waist, and wearing loose pajamas, as she walked towards the sofa in his office.

His office was only slightly smaller than his bedroom, and it was all cool-toned. But that didn't matter. She was a tree. A tree can thrive anywhere with just a little sunshine and some soil.

She sat barefoot, cross-legged on the sofa, turned on her personal computer, and waited for Chongming while browsing the webpage.

She saw the trending topics about Chongming and herself online. Many planetary nations, including the Zerg, were waiting to see the Zhenlin Empire decline and become a laughing stock.

The internet is full of all sorts of chaotic and messy things, but Chongming didn't ask anyone to stop it, suppress public opinion, or quell discussions.

Jiang Chacha secretly glanced at Chongming. What the fellow stars said was right. He was so busy with work that he didn't even have time to eat and had to rely on nutritional supplements to fill his stomach. If word got out, who would believe it? Nobody would.

Jiang Chacha retweeted a comment that called her a good-looking but useless person, adding the caption: "Ahhh, yes, yes, you're right, I am a good-looking but useless person. You, who are not really useless, dare to come up to me in the ring. If I can't beat you and kill you in a minute, then I am truly useless!"

"ps: Super virus infected, once infected, the body is ulcerated from the inside out, the only thing that remains is the brain."

"There is an antidote that can temporarily restore rationality and clarity to the brain, but it cannot restore the body to normal or restore the organs to normal."

"I ask you, if it were you, or your family members, who, after being given the antidote, possessed a brief period of rationality and the ability to feel pain, and could clearly feel their entire body, all their internal organs, rotting and emitting a foul stench, would you allow them to continue living in such agony, keeping them captive to accompany you?"

"No, you can't. You're all talk and no action. You're all just standing here and spouting nonsense."

"Even if His Highness Chongming is no longer good, it's not something people like you can say!"

"Even if I'm trash, you've never fought me, and you're not the kind of people who can judge me."

"Watch your mouth and avoid creating bad karma with your words. The Beast God will protect you. Be careful of bad luck if you talk too much!"

Jiang Chacha posted such a long message in one go, and it quickly went viral on the StarNet trending topics, attracting a lot of attention and discussion from netizens.

"As expected of my favorite youngest mutant 3S-level healer, he went straight for the lead. So cool, so awesome, so powerful! I love it!"

"It's not just you who likes it, it's all of us. She's absolutely right, so absolutely right. Why do we have the right to judge her so easily? I've watched her live streams, and healing is just one of her skills. She's also very good at fighting!"

"Commander Chongming is dignified, as a national leader, and he doesn't stoop to your level, but our therapist Jiang Chacha is different. She's young, energetic, vibrant, and arrogant. She can't stand being slighted, and that's how she fiercely confronts others. It's so satisfying!"

"We support you, ginger tea therapist! Next time you encounter such trolls, we'll stand up for you!"

"You are the best, the Chongming Commander is the best, and the other planets, including the Zerg, are all bad."

"Support! Support! Full support!"

Jiang Chacha glanced at the comments when Chongming finished his work and walked over, holding a food box he'd taken from his spatial storage. He placed it on the table in front of her and began setting out the dishes. Jiang Chacha watched him set out the dishes and said, "Have you seen those subtle criticisms of you online?"

Chongming smiled slightly: "StarNet is a network that allows for free speech, with trillions of users. There are all sorts of discussions. I'm not Star Coins, so I can't please everyone."

"It's normal for some older and younger people to vent their emotions, their dissatisfaction, and their dislikes online. There's no need to pay too much attention to it."

Jiang Chacha pouted: "You're right, but that's you, not me. If someone doesn't like me, I'll definitely talk back."

Demons who cultivate must not hold their breath, as doing so can easily destroy their Dao heart.

If you have a temper, vent it; if you're unhappy, stand up for yourself. Once you're in a better mood and stop internal strife, everything will be fine.

Chongming, having arranged the dishes, sat down next to Jiang Chacha: "You didn't do anything wrong. Someone insulted you online, and you insulted them back. That's a normal retaliation."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chacha clicked her tongue and said, "You're such a hypocrite!"

Chongming chuckled and said, "I call this flexible application."

The old mudfish has a rather handsome smile.

She just doesn't smile often.

With his genes, the dragon cubs he produces should be quite good.

And there are five dragon cubs.

Once she brings the dragon cubs back to the demon realm, she will become a legend among the demons.

Even Jin Lin's ascension over 1301 years couldn't compare to her legendary explosion among the demon race.

Seeing her looking at him, Chongming's smile deepened: "What's on my face that's making you stare so intently?"

Jiang Chacha was quite honest: "Seeing how good-looking you are, I thought of my child. If he looks like you, he won't be ugly; if he looks like me, he'll be beautiful."

As she finished speaking, Chongming's gaze shifted downwards, looking at her stomach: "You're right, the dragon cub will be very beautiful if it looks like you!"

Jiang Chacha was wearing loose pajamas and sitting cross-legged on the sofa. With the pajamas covering her, her belly was completely hidden.

Jiang Chacha raised her chin: "Of course, even if it's not beautiful, I'll find a way to make it beautiful."

The demon race has the art of rejuvenation and preservation of youth. Go find some beauty pills from fallen immortals, or if all else fails, find the skin-painting demon. Draw a skin and stick it on, and even a sow can rival Chang'e.

Chongming shifted his gaze back to Jiang Chacha: "I believe in you. You can definitely do what you want to do."

"However, ginger tea..."

Jiang Chacha replied, "What?"

Chongming's fingers tightened slightly: "May I touch it?"

Jiang Chacha instinctively reached out to her stomach, about to refuse, "No..."

Chongming gently interrupted her: "Jiang Chacha, I've been a little tired these past few days. I want to pet it and hug you."

The cub, his future mate, is right in front of him, but he cannot hold, touch, or kiss him.

With increasingly unstable estrus cycles, suppressant injections are ineffective; they only provide psychological comfort, and ultimately, the body must rely on itself.

Seeing his rare vulnerability, Jiang Chacha felt a pang of heartache and thought he was quite pitiful.

He was the boss of the entire empire, and although he held immense power over the galaxy, he was also lonely at the top. Apart from his one close friend, Zhongli He, he had no one to talk to. It was quite pitiful to think about.

Just like the ancient demons of their demon race, they seem powerful and arrogant, but in reality, they have been lonely for thousands of years. Apart from cultivating in seclusion, they are in seclusion and sleeping. They have no partners, no descendants, and nothing but themselves.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Chongming tried a different approach: "I'll just touch it, or I'll just hug you for a little while..."

"Let's eat first, then we'll talk," Jiang Chacha interrupted him, pointing to the table full of food in front of her.

This time, he didn't directly refuse, because there was hope that he could openly hug her and touch the baby in her belly.

Chongming responded with a hoarse "okay," and didn't forget to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and hand them to Jiang Chacha so she could eat.

Jiang Chacha had just finished eating and drinking, taken a shower, and was about to go to sleep when she saw him drinking his nutritional supplement. On a whim, she asked him to have dinner with her.

Jiang Chacha took the bowl and chopsticks: "You eat too, eat more."

Chongming nodded: "Okay!"

Of course he knew that Jiang Chacha had eaten.

So after he eats five bites, he'll give Jiang Chacha a bite.

If Jiang Chacha tries to pick up food for herself, he won't do it for her.

So, the two of them, one actually eating and the other just keeping me company, finished their meal and cleaned up in about 20 minutes.

Jiang Chacha slipped her feet into her slippers and stood up: "Okay, it's too late today. You keep working and keep working overtime. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight!"

Chongming reached out and grabbed Jiang Chacha, who was about to leave, and pulled her in front of him: "Jiang Chacha, you promised me before the meal that you would let me hold and touch the cubs."

Jiang Chacha twisted her wrist: "I didn't agree..."

"You're cheating!"

"No, I didn't agree. I just said we'd talk about it after you finish eating."

That means you agree.

Jiang Chacha raised her head and glared: "It's not a promise, it's consideration. Now that I've considered it, I'm not agreeing."

Chongming looked down at her, his eyes suddenly dimming, his deep voice filled with disappointment: "If my hug and caress made you so uncomfortable, then forget it. I'll continue to deal with things."

After he finished speaking, he let go of her hand and turned to walk towards his desk.

Jiang Chacha stood there, staring at him, momentarily stunned. He had been so agreeable this time; he had thought he would force her to agree.

However, he seemed completely listless and lacked any energy. Was he really just too tired?
If you're too tired, a hug or a touch of the cub will recharge you, making you energetic and less tired when handling things.
Jiang Chacha watched him sit back in his chair, turn on the virtual computer screen, open the government documents in front of him, and begin to deal with them. The whole dragon looked lonely and pitiful.

Jiang Chacha was torn. Giving him a hug or a touch didn't seem like a big deal. The babies were all sleeping, so he wouldn't be able to feel that there were five babies. Should she let him touch them?

Jiang Chacha felt like her brain had gone blank. She quickly walked to Chongming's side, grabbed his hand that was busy with official business, and pressed it against her lower abdomen: "Let me touch it..."

(End of this chapter)