Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Xia Yangyang had already planned it out; the two of them would pretend to be ordinary people and travel south together by train.

But Lu Xize dismissed her idea with a single sentence: "The first transit point on the way south is in Shanghai. It takes two days and two nights to get there. The train is full of all sorts of people. If someone is lying in ambush, it's impossible to guard against. Only private compartments are safe enough."

Private cabins are expensive, and the fact that ordinary people are dressed up as soon as they get on the bus gives them away.

Lu Xize never intended to disguise himself in the first place.

"The more secretive you are, the more likely you are to be exposed by the slightest clue. In that case, I might as well give them a taste of their own medicine and head south openly. I'll just pretend I'm taking my lover on a trip down south to make her happy. Others will just think I'm making a show of force."

"Good idea." Xia Yangyang stroked her chin, nodded in approval, then frowned cautiously. "But this creates a new problem."

"What?"

"Where can you find a knowledgeable and reliable lover in such a short time?"

"..."

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Lu Xize sighed, "Everyone knows I despise you to the extreme, so how could anyone imagine that the lover I'm holding hands with is my sister-in-law?"

"How can this be allowed?!"

"My eldest sister-in-law has been unmarried for many years and rarely goes out even after marriage. Very few people have seen your face. This is the safest way to make this trip."

"..."

Finally, after Xia Yangyang argued her case, the lovers ended up becoming cousins.

Before we knew it, it was the day before our departure.

Lu Xize took her to "Yunxiang Huashang" and picked out two outfits for her, both of which were the most fashionable velvet and fur-trimmed cheongsams at the time.

The cheongsam's cut accentuates the girl's graceful figure.

Xia Yangyang, dressed in a dark green cheongsam, walked from the fitting room to the full-length mirror, looking rather embarrassed: "What kind of indecent clothes are these? They show my arms and legs. I don't want to wear them."

The proprietress's eyes lit up at first glance, and she grabbed Lu's shoulders, exclaiming, "Oh! Young Marshal Lu, come and see!"

Xia Yangyang was startled and looked down at the slit in her skirt that went all the way up to her calves: "Hey, what are you doing—"

The proprietress exclaimed excitedly, "It's true what they say, 'Clothes make the man,' she exclaimed. Just a moment ago she was a dignified young lady, and now she's the most fashionable woman in Shanghai!"

Before she could shut the landlady up, she hurriedly picked up a shawl and wrapped it around herself, but she rarely wore such complicated clothes, and she was in a flustered state.

Lu Xize had been standing outside the fitting room, the cigarette between his fingers already half-burned. When he walked over, his gaze froze in silence.

The young woman was facing away from the door, hurriedly wrapping a white mink shawl around herself.

The soft, yellow light from the room bathed her.

That dark green cheongsam seemed to come alive in the light, like autumn water in a pool, rippling with layers of gorgeous light and shadow.

Her black hair, always braided, was piled low and hung diagonally to one side of her neck, with a few curls falling beside her cheeks, which reduced her childishness and added a touch of charm.

The cheongsam was perfectly tailored, outlining her slender waist and dramatic curves.

Looking further down, the stockings at the slit cover the legs.

The lines are soft and delicate.

It shines through the skin's natural color, hazy like a pearl.

Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed almost imperceptibly.

The proprietress's praises were endless: "This dark green velvet, not just anyone could pull it off; only someone with Miss Biao's snow-white complexion could truly bring it out! She really is from the young marshal's family! Her entire aura is simply extraordinary!"

After a while, Lu Xize remembered to put out his cigarette and said to the proprietress, "Master Su's skills are indeed the best in Luojing."

This cold-faced killer doesn't often praise people, so the proprietress immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Of course, young marshal! Those high-and-mighty Miss Sun and Miss Li from Jing'an Road want one made, but they have to see if Master Su is available. I think this cheongsam is perfect for Miss Biao!"

Lu Xize's gaze remained fixed on that graceful figure from behind, as if admiring a work of art: "This outfit will do. Find me two more similar ones—"

"What are you looking for?" A slightly annoyed, crisp voice interrupted. Xia Yangyang turned her head towards the person behind her, her brows furrowed. "Have you looked enough? Aren't you going to get out?"

It would have been better if he hadn't gotten angry, but once he did, all the arrogance he had developed since childhood from being spoiled was exposed.

On the contrary, it has a unique and captivating charm.

It was as if she looked down on everything here, including him.

But this startled the proprietress, who clutched her handkerchief and looked around.

From the moment the two entered the room, she could tell that their relationship was unusual. Although they addressed each other as cousins, even the closest cousin could not make this terrifying living devil give her the cold shoulder.

This girl is too reckless. I just hope she doesn't lose her temper in her little shop.

To the proprietress's utter astonishment, this ruthless man reacted with remarkable indifference, as if he were used to her tone. He asked, "What's wrong? Does it not fit? I think the cut is perfect, it looks quite nice."

Xia Yangyang felt her ears burning under that frank gaze: "When you men look at clothes, are you looking at the fabric, or what's underneath? Aren't all these waistlines and slits just to please you?"

People wear clothes, but clothes don't wear people.

The evil practice of erecting chastity arches has long since disappeared from modern society.

Lu Xize glanced at her fingers, which were tightly gripping her shawl; her round, beautiful nails had turned white from the force.

He said, "If that's the case, then it's truly a failure for the tailor and a tragedy for the wearer."

He stepped back slightly, his tone guiding with patience: "In my opinion, this outfit complements your skin tone, accentuates your figure, and amplifies your natural vitality. You may feel that the high slit and tight waist make you feel restricted or like an exhibit, but I don't think so. It makes people notice your beauty first, and then see your purpose."

"..."

"If others cannot see through your appearance to understand your inner doubts and fears, then that is the greatest meaning that the beauty of clothing can be given."

Women wearing beautiful clothes are not much different from men wearing armor in battle. In the daily chores, the enemies women face are far more complex and all-pervasive than those on the battlefield.

She is intelligent, young, and beautiful; she should confidently display her vitality.

Xia Yangyang was stunned by his words. She had only been acting for the sake of the character, but she was genuinely moved by what he said.

She glanced at the original image reflected in the glasses.

Dark green velvet, snow-white skin and red lips, languid hair... unfamiliar, yet radiating a thorny brightness that the original owner had never shown in her melancholy life.

She suddenly felt like teasing him.

Xia Yangyang turned around, putting her hands behind her back: "Cousin~"

"……Um?"

This sudden, affectionate call, so sweet and tender, stirred Lu Xize's heartstrings like a feather unexpectedly plucked, creating ripples, but his face remained calm and unperturbed.

Looking at her beaming smile, I suddenly felt something was off.

"Do you really like this cheongsam? And the tailor's skill?" she asked.

Lu Xize considered for a moment: "It's acceptable."

"Great!" Xia Yangyang clapped her hands as if she had solved a major problem, and generously handed five silver dollars to the female shopkeeper. "I'll buy this cheongsam for Marshal Lu and send it to the headquarters so my cousin can wear it to his heart's content."

After saying that, without waiting for anyone to come to their senses, she ran off to pick out clothes that she liked.

When she laughed, she covered her mouth, her eyes sparkling, just like a little fox who had stolen some candy.

The proprietress held the silver coins in her hands, glancing at the "Miss Cousin" in the distance, then at Lu Xize, unsure whether to accept them or give them away: "This, Young Marshal... Miss Cousin, she..."

Suddenly, the proprietress heard a short laugh.

"Shh." The terrifying young marshal beside her, who was terrified at the mere mention of her name, leaned to the side and gestured for her to be quiet, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure moving among the clothes racks.

"My cousin is really hard to please, isn't she?"

The proprietress dared not respond to this devilish man's words, and could only smile obsequiously: "Miss Cousin... is lively and adorable, playful and active."

Lu Xize shook off the ash from his cigarette, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and said, "Miss Biao gave you this as a gift, why aren't you accepting it? Send the clothes to headquarters and have them recorded in my personal account at the finance department."

Two prices for one garment? Is there really such a good deal?!

The proprietress was immediately overjoyed: "Oh! I understand!!"