Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

At the same time, Xia Yangyang, faster than she could think, had already rushed over from her hiding place.

The fluttering blue hem of her dress brushed against Victor's waist.

Victor narrowed his eyes, clearly surprised to see her run out.

When she looked again, the weight in her arms had disappeared; Ian had been dragged away by her armpits.

Invaded by the scent of a strange woman, Ian's high-pitched screams reached an extremely loud and piercing level.

He was furious and felt as if he were trapped.

The agate cup on the table cracked from the impact.

Xia Yangyang remained perfectly calm: [Blocks hearing.]

System: [OK]

Unlike Victor, Xia Yangyang didn't indulge his stubbornness, nor did she show fear in front of him like a maid. From beginning to end, she looked at him with a calm and cold gaze.

He strangled her neck with his tentacles, so she sat cross-legged on the ground, encircling him between her legs and pressing down on his struggling tentacles with her legs.

He scratched at her with his claws, and she gripped his hands tightly, her arms wedged against his ribs, both to prevent him from suddenly lunging at her and to prevent him from hurting himself while struggling.

Ian's shouts were full of anger, but Xia Yangyang remained calm and repeated "Quiet" and "Don't shout" over and over again.

Her firm stance terrified the maids.

They tried to ask their monarch who this human who had suddenly rushed out was, but their monarch seemed to have lost sight of everything else.

His deep gaze seemed to burn with a blazing fire, intensely watching the woman sitting on the ground and the young master.

Gradually, a miracle began to happen.

Perhaps Ian was exhausted from struggling, or perhaps he realized that this woman was not as easy to deal with as his father; his cries gradually turned from anger to agonizing screams.

He cried out at the top of his lungs, large tears streaming down his face, and turned to his father for help, almost pleading.

And there lay on the ground that piece of flesh he had torn off.

"Father... Waaah, I... I'm in pain, I don't like her, I hate her!!"

"Waaah, waaaah, Father, I want you to hold me, please hold me, she's squeezing me so hard..."

Victor frowned slightly as he looked at Xia Yangyang, who remained unmoved.

She spoke calmly, "The Heart of the Ocean is your heart. I know you won't get hurt. Stay quiet."

Ian continued to wail, and after a while he said, "Father, I need to pee, please take me to pee."

Xia Yangyang: "Just pee here, I'll clean it up for you."

Ian shook his head frantically: "I don't want to, Father, I know I was wrong, please... please save me!"

Victor's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly. He reached out to pick up Ian, but Xia Yangyang shot him a glare.

"Victor, don't you need to get your facial injuries treated?" Her voice was icy.

Whether it was three years ago or three years later.

She will never recognize her lowly status and dares to provoke a tiger.

Does she really think he's still the same Victor she did three years ago, the one who let her boss him around?

Victor grabbed Ian's arm and snapped, "Enough! He's just a child, it's normal for him to have trouble controlling himself! I don't need you to discipline him for me!"

Xia Yangyang frowned, unyielding: "Does he act like a child at all?! Spoiling him isn't love; you can't possibly raise him properly."

"He's my child, what business is it of yours how I raise him?"

Xia Yangyang's eyes reddened, and she retorted, "He's my child too!"