Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

While Xia Yangyang was fast asleep, Lu Xize found the person who had leaked the information.

It was a distant relative of the Chen family, and that relative honestly confessed that it was Chen Xiao, the younger brother of the Chen family, who gave him twenty silver dollars and asked him to come to Xiangshan Temple to tell Xia Yangyang that the Chen family had a son.

However, the fact that the two were temporarily staying at Xiangshan Temple remained unknown to anyone from beginning to end.

Who exactly leaked the information?

His adjutant arrested Chen Xiao that very night and chopped off two of his fingers before he confessed that he had received an anonymous telegram.

But no matter what they did, they couldn't find out who sent the telegram.

Lu Xize returned to Xiangshan Temple at noon and happened to run into the monk who was bringing her food. Hearing that she had woken up, he took the food box from the monk's hand.

The midday sun shone through the window of the meditation room onto the desk piled with scriptures.

The room was filled with a faint scent of ink.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the little girl hunched over the table by the kang (a heated brick bed), writing something on a piece of paper, pausing occasionally as if she was considering her words.

The ground was covered with crumpled pieces of waste paper.

She was in much better spirits; her hair had been simply combed and loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin.

Hearing footsteps, she didn't stop writing, but just looked up.

The moment their eyes met, Lu Xize's heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were incredibly clear, as if they had been washed by a mountain spring.

"Uncle?" she asked, surprised at first, then managing a pale but lively smile, as if the tears, vomit, and everything that had happened on the cliff last night had all vanished. "You're back."

Lu Xize nodded, placed the lunchbox on the table, and casually laid out a dish of congee and side dishes: "Are you feeling better? I brought you some food."

The little girl sighed, clenched her delicate fist, and rubbed her head in obvious distress: "Sigh, this is really not good."

"What's wrong?"

"I drank too much last night, and when I woke up I had a terrible headache, my eyes were dry and sore... and I had some blackouts... I don't remember what I did after I got drunk..."

She spoke with a guilty conscience, especially during the moment when Lu Xize froze, which was the peak of her embarrassment.

Her palms were damp with sweat, and the movement of her left hand around the little black bean unconsciously quickened. The little black bean struggled uncomfortably, but she held it even tighter.

The silence lasted so long that the little girl felt like she was suffocating in the oppressive atmosphere.

"Um, last night... thank you for bringing me back. I was very drunk and probably caused a lot of trouble..." She tentatively broke the silence, "If I did anything inappropriate, please forgive me, Uncle, and don't take it to heart."

Her heart was pounding like a drum, and she was almost ready to kneel down before him with her hands clasped together.

The Buddha finally spoke, but its tone was terrifyingly cold: "You've come to your senses?"

Otherwise, she wouldn't have become radiant and glowing just one day later, as if she weren't the heartbroken person she was yesterday.

He pulled out a stool and sat down without looking at her.

"I've figured it out."

"Where are you planning to go back to?"

"Go back to the Lu family!" she said decisively. "I haven't figured out the Chen family's situation yet. Some debts can't be settled with just a divorce agreement."

Lu Xize felt the steamed bun in his mouth was dry and hard, making his mouth ache, but he forced it down:

"Very wise." He uttered only these three words, his expression blank, making it impossible to discern whether it was praise or something else. "Let's eat."

"Oh." She responded obediently, probably because she felt guilty. After last night, she was much less sharp when she spoke to him. "Coincidentally, could you take a look at this for me? This is something I just wrote. I don't know who took the one from last night."

She put down her brush, took the edge of the paper, sat down opposite him, and pushed the paper towards him.

Lu Xize lowered his eyes to look at the paper.

His gaze swept over those familiar phrases—"the relationship is over," "let's leave each other alone," "let's part ways amicably"—and suddenly, he looked up at her:

"Are you still planning to divorce your brother?"

"Divorce! Why not divorce? You have to divorce!"

Her tone was decisive, as if it were a matter of course.

After saying that, she smiled and diligently picked up a few tender, fresh green vegetables and put them into Lu Xize's bowl, her movements as natural as if she were bribing or... appeasing him.

Lu Xize's gaze returned to the paper.

This is a new contract.

The writing on the paper was mostly dry, but there were a few places where the ink was fresher, indicating that it had just been modified and added.

Compared to yesterday's hasty and indignant expression, the handwriting is neater, the wording is more stern, and it is more comprehensive.

In addition to the resolute words spoken last night, many new clauses were added, regarding the handling of her dowry brought into the Lu family, the compensation she deserved for her meticulous care of Lu Shaohuai after marriage, and the emotional compensation Lu Shaohuai, as the party at fault, would provide to her... The divisions were clear and unambiguous, and even added clauses restricting the future words and actions of both parties, prohibiting them from damaging each other's and their families' reputations.

She was calmly and methodically planning her escape route.

A way out that, even if you leave, you can leave clearly, without any debts, and even preserve your dignity and interests as much as possible.

The dull pain in Lu Xize's chest was gradually replaced by a sense of relief, and a hint of... indescribable admiration.

This is the real her.

Proud and clear-headed, even if your heart is shattered to pieces, you must pick it up piece by piece and piece it together to create an ending that does not lose dignity.

He remained silent for so long that she couldn't help but steal glances at him.

Her fingers unconsciously curled up around the little black bean again.

Lu Xize raised his head and tapped one of the lines with his knuckles. It simply said, "Each person's premarital property belongs to them."

"As far as I know, the Lu family has a house that has been inherited in order of succession since their ancestors. It takes effect automatically after a man gets married. Your brother was able to get married because of your efforts. According to the family rules and ancestral laws, the house should belong to you after the divorce."

His tone was so calm, as if he were stating military matters, that it didn't seem like he was digging a hole for his brother.

"..."

"And then there's Chen's child," Lu Xize paused for a moment, then continued, "to raise him to this age without anyone noticing, his daily expenses must have been considerable. My brother's monthly allowance from the public treasury is fixed, but there have never been any large transfers. So these extra, unexplained expenses can only mean that his private assets were used."

"..."

"This portion belongs to the property he concealed during the marriage and used for improper purposes. Once I go back and calculate the amount, I will divide it in half with you when we divorce. It is reasonable and legal."

"..."

"Furthermore, remember to specifically note that the batch of ancient books and paintings you brought into the Lu family should be returned intact. They are Chief Secretary Xia's treasured collection, and also your keepsake. If they are damaged or lost, their value will likely be far more than just the market price."

Xia Yangyang was instinctively shocked, dropping her chopsticks: "But...but...isn't he your brother?"

Lu Xize: "Not by blood."

"...!" This...this...it's sold already?!

No wonder those old men in the Lu family are thinking every day about how to pull him down from the position of young marshal; he's practically the best at sabotaging his brother.

After Lu Xize finished speaking, he picked up his chopsticks and started eating with satisfaction. Then, realizing that there might be something inappropriate in his words, he added, "I would do the same for my own family."

"...?!"

*

The two returned to Beiping. Before heading back to the Lu residence, Xia Yangyang discussed with Lu Xize on the train, "Uncle, you need to do me a favor."

Lu Xize was reading the newspaper, not even lifting his eyelids: "Speak."

"My outfit is too plain; it doesn't look like something a matriarch would wear."

"Then go buy it. Buy the most expensive, the best, the one you like best."

"But I don't have that much money."

"Put it on my tab." After saying that, Lu Xize frowned, took off his single gold-rimmed glasses with a chain on his left eye, and looked up at her. "During this month in the south, have I ever asked you for a single penny?"

He seemed not to understand that she had spent so much of his salary, yet she hadn't even realized it for a moment.

Do we really need the money for a few new clothes?

It's as if he really is a stingy and calculating person, which is infuriating.

But when the girl opposite him smiled, the fire that hadn't even been lit was extinguished in an instant.

He's not a petty person, why would he fuss over such a small thing?

She then added, "Actually, there's one more thing. When I go back to the Lu family home, my uncle has to come with me."

"That's natural..." Lu Xize paused, realizing something was wrong, "What are you trying to do?"

Her expression was almost innocent, her eyes wide open, like a wronged child.

"What can I do? It's just that we haven't seen each other in a long time, and the whole family got together to catch up."

Lu Xize didn't reply, he just looked at her.

He knew this expression of hers all too well; she would always show this seemingly harmless look whenever she was about to plot something.

"But those old fogies aren't very bright." Xia Yangyang said, moving closer to him. "You have to back me up. I'm just a weak woman in the Lu family with no help. What if I say something against the rules and those old men and women start fighting me? And that Chen Shi, she has a child, she's very powerful because of her child... I'm really scared."

The little girl's words were so sweet and gentle, it was clear she knew he was susceptible to her charms, which is why she did this.

After listening to her soft, pleading words for a while, and having enjoyed it enough, Lu Xize finally spoke calmly:

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Really? How obedient are they, the kind who'll do exactly what I tell them to do?"

"The kind that hits exactly where you point it."

"That's wonderful! Uncle, how can you be so kind? You're so handsome and kind, I can't even imagine how happy the girl who marries you will be!"

The young girl in front of me spoke in an exaggerated manner, which was no different from flattery, but it just sounded incredibly pleasant.

He did so many bad things and killed so many people. Some called him a dog of the Lu family, some called him the King of Hell, and some even tried to assassinate him. This is the first time someone has praised him for being kind and handsome.

His tone was so light and cheerful, it was only natural.

It was so absurd that he almost laughed.

Xia Yangyang put away her sweet talk and arranged, "After we get off the bus, we'll split up. I'll go get the gear, and you remember to bring back a lot of men from headquarters. We'll meet in front of the Lu residence."

"Okay, I understand."