Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

When Xia Yangyang went to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to process her divorce, it was Lu Xize who accompanied her.

The once arrogant young girl now sat motionless on the bench, her right hand picking at her left fingernails, leaving white marks.

Wearing the same clothes, she used to exude a powerful aura as the matriarch of the household, but now she looks like a child wearing adult clothes that someone else has stolen.

When her number was called, she didn't move at all.

Lu Xize's face darkened. He snatched the materials from her hands, ignored her soft "Hey," and walked straight to the window.

Are all women so fickle, or is she the only one? Is she the only one like this, or is it only her brother who can make her like this?

When they needed him before, he was all sweet talk and flattery, but now he's turned into a cowardly idiot.

Is her repeated insistence on "divorce" just a cowardly bluff?

Lu Xize was furious, hating her for being so blind and soft-hearted towards someone who wasn't worth it.

About ten minutes later, a pair of black leather military boots walked into Xia Yangyang's view.

"I have bad news," Lu Xize's usual cold voice rang out from above.

The little girl raised her head blankly, her eyes so lifeless they could hardly be described as dull and lifeless. Lu Xize's pupils trembled, and then his brows furrowed into a knot.

He angrily squatted down, pinched her cheeks with one hand, and took off his leather glove with the other, forcefully wiping away her tears with his thumb:

"What are you crying about now?!"

The rough calluses on her fingertips reddened her eyelids.

"I, I..."

I don't want a divorce.

She didn't have the courage to say that to him, so she lowered her head again and buried her face in her fur collar: "...I don't know."

Even Lu Xize's heart, which was as hard as steel, softened after being repeatedly tormented, broken, and rebuilt.

The materials were handed back to her intact.

"Besides not knowing anything, all you do is shed tears. Did your brother bewitch you? How did he manage to control you so completely?" he said viciously.

"..."

"You still haven't asked me what the bad news is."

"What is it?"

"The bad news is that a divorce can only be filed if one spouse has been missing for more than three years, and you do not meet the conditions for divorce now."

Her eyes widened as she took the materials, stammering, "...What does it mean?"

"It means... you are still my elder sister-in-law."

The last two words were pronounced slowly and heavily by Lu Xize, as if he wanted to bite them through.

Unless her brother wakes up and signs to agree to the divorce, or if he remains unconscious three years later, legally she will always be his sister-in-law and an "elder" he must respect.

Lu Xize's sharp, hawk-like eyes were fixed on every twitch of the muscles on her face.

Fortunately, she never surprised him.

They don't even know how to hide it.

She let out a symbolic, plaintive cry: "Ah..."

"..."

"This is really terrible, how could it have come to this?"

I didn't see anything "too bad" at all; on the contrary, the previously taut neck and shoulder lines relaxed.

Lu Xize was both sad and disappointed, especially by those lips that could utter words that made him both love and hate, angry and resentful.

On the one hand, he believed that the two should keep their distance so that she could experience a little difference and clearly realize that her ability to travel south amidst danger and return home in glory was all thanks to his support.

Then I reassigned him a weighty place in my heart.

His childhood innocence with his brother is a thing of the past, while his relationship with her is one of life-or-death bond forged in the midst of gunfire and freezing cold, of allies who know each other's most vulnerable, shameful, and hidden sides.

Shouldn't this amount be heavier?

On the other hand, he couldn't help but be captivated by her.

He remembered the red silk she hung on the paulownia tree, the countless ways she took care of him at the Changshi Mansion, and even more so, the way their skin touched in the freezing snow, as she poured all the warmth of her body into him…

Her behavior conflicted him. She made him feel as if he were the closest person to her, but reality slapped him hard in the face, making him realize that he was no match for his brother who had broken her heart and cheated on her, lying on the hospital bed.

This is not fair.

It was clearly him she kissed, him she risked her life to save, and him the person she trusted and relied on.

How could they just change their minds like that? Leaving him all alone, heartbroken and dejected?

It felt like a huge rock was weighing on my chest, making it hard to breathe.

He slowly straightened up, took two steps back, lowered the brim of his general's hat slightly, and then looked away.

"Wang Shu." He put his gloves back on, his movements cold and stiff. "Escort the eldest young mistress back to her residence."

After saying that, he left without lingering.

After having his adjutant escort Xia Yangyang back to her residence, Lu Xize sent several of his personal guards to remain there at her beck and call, while he himself, as if escaping disappointment, stayed at headquarters to deal with the backlog of affairs.

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This "cold shoulder" lasted for seven days. Lu Xize thought she should have tasted the bitterness by now. You can't push people to the extreme.

So that evening, he decided to go back to the Lu residence and have dinner with her.

He deliberately took off his military uniform and went to a clothing store to pick out a brown casual outfit that felt fresh and approachable.

The thought of seeing the little girl's wide, round eyes again, and her excitedly calling out, "Uncle, why are you back?"

When that lively and beautiful smile bloomed, his heart skipped a beat.

Passing by a pharmacy, he saw that it was selling herbal teas to nourish women's blood and qi. Many men were scrambling to buy them for their wives, and it was very popular. So he also lined up and specially bought a box to take home.

Upon entering the Lu residence, the servants treated him with utmost respect and served him attentively. They told him that the eldest young mistress had been busy taking care of the eldest young master recently. He nodded and went to find her in a rather good mood.

Lu Shaohuai's place for recuperation was on the second floor, where an oil lamp was dimly lit. The west wing where the little girl often slept was unlit. The large courtyard was silent and devoid of smoke, a scene of desolation and loneliness.

She is a very good cook and has a passion for cooking. Her exquisite knife skills and control over the heat make it impossible to tell that she was once a princess from a noble family.

If she were in good condition, this courtyard wouldn't be so deserted.

Lu Xize's heart skipped a beat. Had he gone too far in neglecting her? Was she just going to drift through these next few days in a daze?

Anxiety and frustration welled up inside him, and he rushed anxiously to the second floor.

However, just as he was less than five meters from the door, the faint sounds of conversation coming from inside the room struck him like a bolt from the blue.

A familiar female voice asked cautiously, "Brother Pei, is that so?"

A strange male voice followed closely: "Press harder. The meridians here are deep, so you need to use subtle force to slowly penetrate them, penetrating the skin and flesh without damaging the bones, and gradually dissolving the blockage."

"How about this?"

"Move the angle another third..."

"Brother Pei... I always feel that I have difficulty controlling the force; it's either superficial or I'm afraid of hurting Shao Huai..."

The other party smiled reassuringly: "Don't rush, this force does require careful feeling. Why don't you try it on my arm and get a feel for it?"

"It still seems...not right."

"You need to settle down here, apply force firmly, don't be afraid, just use all your strength."

Just as Xia Yangyang's palm was almost completely pressed against his arm, and Pei Yanchuan was raising his hand to cover the back of her hand to guide the force—

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open with a brute force, slamming against the wall with a loud bang.

Lu Xize suddenly appeared outside the door like a demon god.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, his gaze fixed on the two people inside the room.

Especially Xia Yangyang's hand resting on Pei Yanchuan's bare arm, which was half-open at the collar.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Xize's eyes turned icy cold, each word seemingly ground out from between his teeth: "What are you doing?"