Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Hati keenly sensed something, his beautiful eyes fixed intently on her.

She walked past him without looking at him, then stopped in front of the little beastman, bent down, opened her arms, and said in a tone that was slightly angry but as soft as a cloud: "Little darling, didn't I tell you to stay inside? Why did you run out?"

The little beastman called "Little Darling" nestled on her shoulder in her warm embrace.

The two of them were extremely skilled.

Little Guai pouted and said in a spoiled tone, her large, bright black eyes, typical of orcs, "I woke up and couldn't find my sister. I was worried about her—ahhh!"

Less than a second later, Xiao Guai felt a tightness around the back of her neck, her feet were dangling in the air, and she was lifted into the air by a large hand.

"Where did my sister find me such a cheap little brother?" Hati smirked.

"What are you doing?! Let him go!" Xia Yangyang panicked and immediately stood on tiptoe to catch Xiao Guai in mid-air.

"My sister doesn't know how to hug. Orcs grow up with their mothers biting the back of their necks. They like it that way," Hati said, spouting nonsense without batting an eye.

"I don't like it! It hurts! Waaaaaah!"

The poor little one was cruelly lifted up by Hati, like a helpless chick waiting to be slaughtered. He roughly and casually tugged at her short legs and pulled at her fur, and she couldn't snatch it back no matter how hard she tried.

"Put me down, sister, save me! Waaah, you bad guy, let me go!!" The little guy struggled and couldn't get free, crying loudly, which was very annoying.

"Hati, why are you bullying a little kid!"

"The bloodline is a bit lacking, the appearance isn't good either, and there's some hair loss and ringworm... I didn't expect that after being with me for so long, my sister's taste would still be so..." Hati paused slightly, searching for the most contemptuous yet fitting word, "unique."

He loosened his grip, tossed the dirty little bag back into Xia Yangyang's arms, and slightly raised his chin.

And very generously, he said, "However, keeping my sister company when I'm busy is a good option."

He had no interest in being jealous of orcs of that level.

Ugly, dirty, and mixed-race, with nothing special about him, he was a complete rip-off. Anyone with eyes in their head would know who the most beautiful and high-quality one was.

This time, Xia Yangyang didn't have to rush him; the little guy ran back to the house crying on his own.

Although he was a mixed-blood orc, his sense of smell was more sensitive than that of ordinary people. This man was not human at all; the blood flowing through his veins carried an inherent pressure that made people tremble and unable to resist submitting whenever he got close.

The remaining genes of the werewolf were warning him to stay away from this guy; he was not someone he could afford to mess with.

The little incident has passed.

Hati knew that his words had been harsh, but he couldn't be entirely blamed. Anyone who was abandoned in the capital for no reason, eagerly chased after the city only to be met with a cold shoulder, and then had their home taken over by outsiders, would have no desire to maintain their dignity.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that slender figure close the door and walk straight toward him.

Hati turned away in a huff, saying, "You don't like me at all!"

"..."

"You ran all that way to see me get completely fooled by a mannequin, weren't you secretly thrilled?"

The footsteps behind him stopped a meter away.

Hati crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. When he found her standing there like a wooden statue, completely unmoved, his thoughts became extremely complicated, and his eyes darkened.

Two fluffy animal ears suddenly sprouted from his head. He buried his head under Xia Yangyang's hand and whispered, "Sister hasn't touched my ears all day. I want some emotional comfort."

Xia Yangyang gazed at the face that was bowing down and looking up at her, a face that was both beautiful and devastating. His usually proud eyebrows drooped, his brows were squeezed inward, his golden beast eyes were filled with sadness and grievance, and the corners of his eyes were moist.

He seemed unaware of why she was ignoring him, only knowing that doing so in the past would elicit her boundless pity and soft-heartedness.

She always felt that even though he was somewhat manipulative, willful, arrogant, and childish, he was essentially a kind and simple person.

Looking back today, I realize how foolish I was.

She fell for the same person twice; the first time it almost cost her her life, and the second time it destroyed her last glimmer of hope for humanity and conscience in this world.

The soft, warm touch from my palms felt unfamiliar.

He truly lives up to his reputation as a pure-blooded werewolf.

It could make such a powerful witch in the past fascinate her, betray humanity, and even burn her life to brand a curse upon her.

Snow began to fall outside the church, drifting into the church and condensing into a thin layer of white frost on the ground.

Hati saw her lips tremble slightly as she suppressed some kind of pain, and the warmth in his hand was taken away.

Her dejected gaze held a hint of mockery: "You killed Bishop Spellinger, didn't you?"

The statement was made with such certainty.

Hati frowned, blinked, and his expression was flawless: "No."

Xia Yangyang stared at him, and something between them was cracked by his two words of denial. Even with tears welling up in her eyes, she remained expressionless, but the resilience in her bones did not allow her to lose her pride.

"I'm innocent, Sshig! I don't even know who he is, why would I kill him?"

"..."

"Besides, not everyone is worthy of my personal attention. That guy named Silin sounds old, ugly, and broke. My appearance fee is very high. With his standards, if I kill him, he'll blame me for tarnishing my performance record."

The words whispered in her ear were like the sharpest knives, carving away at her heart piece by piece. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms, leaving a trail of crimson blood between her fingers.

So this is how he lied to her before. She couldn't imagine what kind of mentality he had, watching her fall into depravity, watching her break her vows for him step by step, watching her treat him as the person she trusted most.

He must be smug, thinking how ingenious his scheme was, making her so desperate for love that she'd accept anyone's love, even to the point of abandoning her own country to hold onto that love.

Every time he clings to her arm and acts coquettishly, does a silent sarcasm cross his mind? It's just acting; only she is truly moved.

She curved her lips into a cruel yet poignant smile: "Hati, haven't I treated you well all this time?"

Hati's feigned composure stiffened slightly: "...You've been incredibly kind to me."

She strode toward him, her eyes like two sharp blades tempered with ice and despair, piercing through all their past affection and stabbing straight at him.

Hati was forced to retreat step by step by her swaying, frail figure, which resembled a reed.

"When we first met, I treated you with all my heart, but you almost killed me. When we met again, I was wary of you, but even though you threatened me repeatedly, I never hurt you in the slightest. I can say that I was truly sincere towards you."

"..."

"And you, completely disregarding the months and days we spent together, the spitting out of the dead on the Day of the Dead, the companionship on the night of the full moon... To win my love and break the curse of the werewolf clan, you resorted to lies and any means necessary... Even if I am shallow and ignorant, I shouldn't have been fooled by you a third time, should I?"

The air seemed to solidify, pressing heavily between the two of them.

Hati's expression froze instantly.

His lower back rested against the protruding kneecap of the statue.

Those eyes, which always carried a hint of languor or gentle smile, were now filled with unfathomable coldness and an almost imperceptible tremor after the truth was exposed.

He opened his mouth several times, only to utter a weak question: "How did you know?"

Tears welled up in the human princess's eyes. She never expected that this was the question he would ask when he was exposed.

She turned her face away, even trying to laugh, but couldn't manage it.

"When you were in such a hurry to kill Spellinger, didn't you think he might have hidden all the secrets about the curse somewhere?"

He realized that the fire would erase all traces and secrets.

The human princess drew a sharp, silver dagger from her waist and stabbed it into his left chest.

Hati didn't flinch, he didn't even blink.

Just as the dagger was about to pierce his skin, it veered to one side, slicing across the inside of his arm and embedding itself deeply into the silver statue.

She couldn't bring herself to do it.

No matter how much the person in front of her tore at her heart, she couldn't bring herself to do anything to hurt him.

Hati lowered his eyes, his gaze dimming: "I'm sorry."

The human princess released her trembling hand, and two lines of tears dripped onto his clothes, as if the knife she had just used up all her hatred.

She turned and walked away, like a peacock standing proudly with its neck held high after a storm. After taking a few steps, she stopped and turned her head to the side.

"Sincerity is reciprocated with sincerity, Hati, do you even have a heart?"

After saying that, she didn't linger.

The silence in the room reached its peak.

The moonlight still slanted in, but it couldn't illuminate the unfathomable chasm between the two.

*

Xia Yangyang sat curled up on the familiar soft bed, staring at the white gauze wrapped around her palm.

The person wrapping the bandages was very skilled and graceful, applying just the right amount of pressure to take care of every wound without interfering with her normal life.

It's quite interesting.

Before she could even step out of the church, Hati chased after her, grabbed her hand, his eyes were clearly cold and indifferent, yet his expression seemed as if he had suffered a great injustice.

She said in a soft, yielding tone, "Your hand is injured. Let me treat it for you, otherwise it will get infected."

She struggled several times without success, and her last shred of dignity was nearly eroded by anger and humiliation: "Enough! What's the point of you pretending anymore? Do you expect me to trample on your sincerity and give up my life for that pitiful lie?!"

The tall figure opposite seemed to be swaying.

I never intended to trample on your sincerity.

Hati stood there helplessly watching her, his voice soft and weak, utterly pitiful: "I'm sorry."

So, even the most shrewd and diplomatic person can have situations where they can't say anything except apologize?

For a moment, Xia Yangyang was in a daze, feeling as if those words were the truth.

But the stinging pain in her palm brought her back to her senses.

She lowered her head, no longer looking at him, and said in a trembling voice, "If you really have even the slightest bit of guilt or remorse towards me, then let me go, or just kill me. Stop using this face to impersonate my Hati; you don't deserve him at all."

Threatening words obviously wouldn't achieve his goal, so Hati disregarded her wishes and took her back to her original residence.

This is actually a good thing, because with that flamboyant face, she's practically a wanted poster wherever she goes.

The house was still the same as when she left; the water she had given the lily of the valley hadn't dried yet, but her state of mind while living there was completely different.

The application of the medicine took more than ten minutes, and the two remained silent throughout.

Those were the longest ten minutes she had ever experienced. She finally saw what Hati was really like: indifferent, heartless, and manipulating other people's emotions at will.

System: [This is the method you're talking about? What's the difference between this and running headlong into a gun?!]

Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow: [Then how do you suggest we do it?]

System: [You should definitely pretend to love him, lower his guard, and maybe you'll have a chance if you spend more time together!]

Xia Yangyang: [Can't you see how skillfully he manipulates people? To cultivate that arrogant, slick personality, he must have been pampered since childhood. This kind of person never lacks love; he can act ten times the affection he has for someone, but getting him to fall in love with anyone is harder than climbing to heaven.]

System: [Hmph, your method is even less brilliant.]

Xia Yangyang held up a finger and waved it from side to side: [You still don't understand, the safest thing isn't falling in love with him, nor is it not loving him, but making him unable to tell whether he loves him or not.]

System: [What does that mean?]

Xia Yangyang: [Think about it. If I fall in love with him, he'll definitely use me as a sacrifice to his ancestors when he goes back. If I don't love him, he'll slit his own throat, rip out my heart, and eat it. No matter what I choose, I can't escape death. But what if... I love him but don't love him, making him unable to make up his mind?]

The system pondered for a moment, then clapped its hands, suddenly realizing: "[Then he'll keep stalling until he understands your feelings!]"

Xia Yangyang snapped her fingers: [So, he won't take my life until the very last moment.]

System: [But you two just had a fight, he wouldn't... really think you hate him and kill you, would he?]

Xia Yangyang shook her head meaningfully: [Impossible. Others might, but Hati... he's too confident.]

This is both his most attractive quality and his most obvious flaw.

Having experienced so many worlds, this heartfelt attraction is genuine, but it only goes as far as this.

She's not a naive young girl experiencing first love anymore.