Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

When Lu Xize came to call for someone, the first thing he saw was the slightly ajar door.

His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought she had run out while he wasn't paying attention. He strode forward and pushed open the door, but to his surprise, what greeted him was not a desolate scene, but an almost sticky, warm, and sweet fragrance.

He saw a beautiful figure curled up on a low couch by the window, her jet-black hair scattered all over the pillow, a few strands damp with a thin layer of sweat, clinging to her abnormally flushed cheeks.

The pale white jacket that he usually wore so meticulously was now loosely pulled at the collar, revealing a section of his neck that was heaving violently, delicate and jade-like.

Lu Xize was captivated by the alluring sweet fragrance and the scene before him, frozen in the doorway.

After realizing what was happening, his gaze quickly swept over the small table beside the tatami mat.

The teacup tipped over, leaving dark red tea stains on the floor.

He stepped forward, lifted the lid of the teapot, frowned, and sniffed the smell. He didn't understand pharmacology, but he could tell that there was something wrong with the tea he had brought.

"Eldest sister-in-law, eldest sister-in-law??" He pulled her up by her soft, boneless wrist and gently patted her cheek.

Her body was frighteningly hot.

Those eyes, which were always as clear as autumn water, were now covered with a layer of broken tears, and it took a long time before they finally managed to focus on him.

The window was wide open, and with the inside hot and the outside cold, if the wind continued to blow, it would surely ruin my already weak body.

He half-rose up to close the window.

But in that very instant!

Two soft arms wrapped around his neck, she tilted her head back, and pressed her lips to his.

The kiss was urgent and passionate. After a few moments of exploration, it moved from the corner of his lips to his inner lips, and then bit his lower lip as if pleading.

Lu Xize felt frozen, his gaze passing over her shoulder, where his brother's gaunt, sunken cheeks and tightly closed eyes on the hospital bed came into clear view.

His throat bobbed as he struggled with his thoughts, and finally he grabbed her hand tightly: "Sister-in-law, just bear with it a little longer, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Upon hearing this, the other person experienced a moment of clarity.

She stared at him blankly, then suddenly gave a sarcastic smile: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

"What...what do you mean?" Lu Xize was stung by her gaze. "You suspect I drugged you? No one can suspect me, why would I drug you? In your eyes, am I such a despicable person?!"

After saying that, as if to prove his innocence, he picked her up and rushed downstairs.

He couldn't free his hands, and she was in great discomfort, so she kept pressing herself against him, her hands slipping inside his clothes, igniting desire everywhere.

That restrained, soft panting was a thousand times more moving than in my dreams.

She seemed to have completely given up resisting, her burning kisses pecking at his ears and neck, sucking on his earlobes like candy.

"I'm in pain... Someone please help me... Please help me..."

"..."

"Lu Xize".

That weak, limp name echoed in my ears, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Lu Xize's steps slowed, became slower, and slower still... until he stopped, not taking another step.

His body was burning hot, and his dark eyes were fixed on the courtyard gate that was just inches away. Suddenly, he turned and kicked open the wooden door of the west wing.

The moment his back pressed against the door, he fiercely returned her messy kiss.

The two embraced each other tightly, entwined together.

What exactly is he trying to prove?

He's the kind of despicable person.

That kind of filthy, despicable person who covets his elder sister-in-law not only mentally but also physically.

How many sins has he carried in his life? A demon in human skin, a wolf in sheep's clothing—every label he's been given is soaked in blood and condemnation, stuck tightly to his flesh, impossible to remove.

He was never a good person.

It doesn't have to be, and I don't want to be.

Intact and tattered sashes were thrown on the ground.

In the heat of desire, the man on top of her suddenly stopped moving, his abyss-like scarlet eyes staring straight at her, his voice hoarse: "Sister-in-law, I'm different from other men..."

Xia Yangyang's mind was in a daze, thinking that he probably meant to warn her not to treat him as a casual man.

She touched the scales on his shoulder with one hand and stroked the scars on his back with the other, which were crisscrossed with knife wounds and bullet wounds, adding to his intense bloodlust.

This dawdling attitude is really agonizing.

Her eyes were red and streaked with tears. Unable to bear it any longer, she opened her mouth and bit his shoulder and neck hard.

The teeth marks on his shoulder were reddish-purple, embedded in his flesh.

It's unclear what triggered the man, but he suddenly shuddered, let out a low growl, and just like that, he died.

"What are you doing...!"

Xia Yangyang was stunned, a sense of shock rising from her confusion. She moved her teeth away and looked down, at which point the wet fabric was removed.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

No, that's not right.

He said it's different, but he didn't specify what kind of difference it is!

Snakes, snakes have...

……two?!!

Staring at that grotesque creature, her mind finally cleared. What should she do...?

Just then, a curved finger gently brushed away the tear stains hanging from the corner of her eye. She slowly raised her head and met those burning, unfathomable, beast-like vertical pupils.

The bed curtains were drawn.

The snow will not stop tonight.

*

the next day.

As the sun was setting, Lu Xize couldn't wait to return to the Lu residence.

Thinking about the person I'm about to meet, my heart is filled with excitement.

The atmosphere in the mansion was strange today. The aunts and uncles who usually avoided him were now smiling at him and even greeting him.

The second aunt, dressed in her finest attire and smiling as she draped a mink coat over her shoulders, bumped right into Lu Xize as she stepped out of the courtyard gate.

"Hey, Xize's back! Going to see your older brother?"

"Um."

"Xize, you're so thoughtful. Your second aunt really shouldn't have blamed you the other day. Look how round and beautiful this string of pink pearls is. You must have put a lot of effort into getting it, right?"

Lu Xize's steps suddenly froze on the spot.

He turned around, his gaze fixed on his second aunt's wrist.

The string of pink pearls was loosely wrapped around her wrist, contrasting against the gaudy brocade sleeves.

Lu Xize's eyes were chillingly cold: "Where did this come from?"

His second aunt felt a little uneasy under his gaze and instinctively protected her wrist: "This... wasn't this something you gave to the women in the household?"

"Who said it was a gift for you?"

"Oh, my eldest nephew's wife said so. She had her maid deliver them to each courtyard. Your fourth aunt was just showing off her shoe pendants to me... Hey, Xize? Xize??"

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Xize abruptly turned and left.

The darkness that surged in his eyes was even more intense than the sky about to swallow the setting sun.

Smoke curled up from the kitchen in the main courtyard.

Lu Xize was filled with anger, but when he saw the figure in blue, he immediately calmed down.

She was scooping up some soup from the pot with a ladle, blowing on it to cool it down, and then bringing it to her lips to taste the saltiness. Noticing something was not satisfactory, she frowned slightly, then found another bottle or jar among the pile and added it to the soup.

Never in his life had he felt so at this moment.

Just looking at one person can keep the world's wind and snow outside the window, leaving only this corner of light, a pot of warm soup, and her.

So happy it made me dizzy.

Lu Xize, with his gentle features, slowly walked behind her, put his arm around her waist affectionately, and said softly, "What delicious food are you making? It smells so good."

This was supposed to be a sweet gesture.

The body in his arms suddenly stiffened, and his hand trembled violently, spilling the half-jar of seasoning into the pot.

She turned around instantly and pushed him away with all her might, her almond-shaped eyes wide open:

"What are you doing?"

His words were filled with fear and a rapidly rising anger.

As she spoke, she glanced at the kitchen doorway out of the corner of her eye to make sure no one was watching, and only then did the fear on her face fade, replaced by a clearer look of anger.

The warmth in my arms vanished completely.

Looking at her wary expression, Lu Xize was somewhat puzzled, and even a little resentful: "Can't I even hug you?"

"No way!" Xia Yangyang bristled like a cat whose territory had been invaded. "I made myself perfectly clear this morning! The mistake last night was your fault! It wasn't my intention, so just... just treat it as a ridiculous dream and forget about it all!"

He only noticed the long red marks on her neck when she spoke.

Although the fur collar tries to conceal it, a closer look will still reveal some clues.

Lu Xize's eyes darkened further: "Forgetting is impossible, but I can give you time to accept it."

"..."

"Is three hours enough?"

"You—!" Xia Yangyang's face burned as she looked at his despicable and shameless appearance. Lacking a suitable weapon, she simply smashed the condiment bottle she was holding at him. "Get out of here!"

Lu Xize didn't dodge; the condiment bottle hit him, but it didn't hurt him at all.

He picked it up from the ground, walked over, pried open her fingers, and put it back in her hand: "Five hours, no more than that. Any later and it will disturb your rest."

Xia Yangyang was furious: "There's no reasoning with a scoundrel like me."

She tried to pull her hand away, but he grasped it and enveloped her entirely in his large, warm palm.

Lu Xize kneaded her soft palms, craving and indulging in them. He had never touched a woman's hands before, and only today did he realize how smooth and wonderful they were.

As her fingertips brushed against that pale wrist, her mood involuntarily soured again: "I asked the owner of Linglongge Jewelry Store on West Street today, and he said that the pink pearls you wanted to buy yesterday are out of stock."

Xia Yangyang suddenly looked up, a hint of annoyance flashing across her face as if she'd been spied on: "You suspect I'm lying to you?"

She said last night that she ran into Pei Yanchuan on her way to the jewelry store. He actually went to the jewelry store specifically for that purpose?!

Every move is being investigated; what's the difference between that and surveillance?

She immediately began to struggle.

"Don't struggle." Lu Xize gripped her wrist tightly, making it impossible for her to move. After loosening his grip, he gently blew on her wrist, saying tenderly, "You've made it all red."

The tone was resentful.

But he didn't deny it at all.

Xia Yangyang had never seen such a shameless act of blaming others: "It's clearly you who won't let go?!"

He seemed not to hear her, pulling her into his arms and holding her tightly: "So, you gave away everything I gave you to someone else?"

Xia Yangyang frowned: "You dare ask that? You sent so many things, are you afraid others won't notice anything amiss?"

After saying that, the arm tightened its grip, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Did you really share everything I gave you with other people?" he pressed again.

Wait a minute, this melancholy and stubborn tone... isn't this Lin Daiyu's poem?

"No." Xia Yangyang quickly interrupted him, afraid he was going crazy, "I kept that luminous pearl... I'll keep it as a light at night, it'll be quite convenient."

The arms around her seemed to loosen for a moment.

"Really?" Lu Xize's eyes lit up. He stepped back slightly, looked down at her, and said, "Where did you put it? Take me to see it."

Xia Yangyang just wanted to get rid of this suffocating embrace and questioning as soon as possible, and took him to the east wing where they were currently living.

Lu Xize asked, "Why did you move to the east side?"

Xia Yangyang said calmly, "The west wing smells like snakes; it's uninhabitable."

"Well, that's fine. That house is diagonally opposite the courtyard gate, so it's quite conspicuous to come and go. It'll be nice to change the place up a bit."

"..."

She pushed open the door. The room was simply furnished with a bed, a couch, and a cabinet. The room was bright and clean.

She walked to the small table by the bed, pulled open a drawer, and found not many jewelry pieces inside. On the top shelf, however, lay a luminous pearl the size of a pigeon's egg.

The luminous pearl was wrapped in a pink handkerchief, showing that it was kept with great care.

"Where did this handkerchief come from?" Lu Xize asked casually.

"I embroidered it myself."

The handkerchief was embroidered with peonies and a small character "漾" (Yang), the handwriting was delicate and beautiful, just like its owner, it was very pleasing to people.

Lu Xize deftly pulled the handkerchief away: "I gave you a bead, and you gave me a handkerchief. It's a fair exchange, isn't it?"

He happily folded the handkerchief into a neat square, when suddenly a woman's voice reminded him:

"These are just beads and a handkerchief, not a token of love."

She implied that he was using this exchange as a token of their love.

Lu Xize: "Next time I get blown open by a shell, I'll stuff this in to plug the wound. It'll have the same effect as if you covered it with your own hands."

Xia Yangyang's neck hairs stood on end: "Is this the east wing?"

Lu Xize raised an eyebrow slightly: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Xia Yangyang: "Since it's the east wing, why do I smell a snake odor?"

Lu Xize was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

The sarcasm was roundabout and barbed; its sharpness and wit could not be hidden, no matter how gentle and harmless the exterior.

He strode towards the door, waving the handkerchief in his hand: "Just kidding, I wouldn't use it to patch my wound."

Xia Yangyang's eyes flickered, and she opened her mouth, about to say something, when the other person suddenly turned around: "Five hours."

"?!" How does he still remember this!

"I'll come back to you in five hours. Think it over carefully. I won't let you suffer any losses."

He gave her one last, deep look.

Without another word, I turned and walked into the deep twilight.