Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The system watched as its master locked the yard and houses one by one, and couldn't help but wonder: [Master, are you really trying to prevent your target from coming in by locking everything up so securely?]

Xia Yangyang: [Don't you know anything about romance? What we call this is adultery! It's something that will be talked about behind your back for the rest of your life. The original owner of this body was from a prestigious family and valued her reputation highly. If I left him a crack in the door, that would truly ruin her image.]

System: [How can I steal from someone if the romanceable character can't even get in?]

Xia Yangyang stretched and blew out the last candle: [Those who are willing don't need to be taught, and those who are not willing can't be taught. If he really wants to see me, he can get over even if the wall is ten feet high. Just wait.]

Deep in the night, Xia Yangyang was fast asleep when she dreamed that she was in a bright and sunny livestock farm, dressed like a cowboy, and was rolling up her sleeves to milk the cows.

Moving left and right requires considerable skill.

Just as she was squeezing hard, she suddenly felt a chill on her bottom. Turning her head, she saw that the cow was chewing on her pants.

Xia Yangyang opened her eyes and was startled awake.

A beautiful young woman, naked, chasing cattle across the vast grassland—it's terrifying!

She initially thought the pale flesh before her was still unconscious, but upon closer inspection, the white flesh before her was clearly convex and concave, with distinct grooves—it wasn't ordinary white flesh at all, it was clearly…

A man's bulging pectoral muscles!

And the milk she squeezed in her dream, with one hand on each side, was actually—!

A large, calloused hand pressed against the back of her hand.

"Why did you stop touching me?" A low, husky male voice came from above his head.

Xia Yangyang slowly raised her head and met a pair of dark, burning black eyes.

The owner of the eyes took her hand, squeezed it along her fingers, and guided her to better feel its texture: "It's very soft."

Even more terrifying, she actually became obsessed and started kneading it; the soft, bouncy, and supple texture was simply divine, a treasure to be held in one's palm!

Just as she was completely absorbed, a dull, aching pain suddenly came over her.

She trembled, filled with disbelief and anger at being mocked, and was about to struggle when she cried out, "Lu Xize, how dare you—"

"Don't move." He restrained her hands on her chest first, while his other hand was applying ointment to her. His throat bobbed. "You've misunderstood me. Applying the medicine will make it heal faster."

Upon closer inspection, it indeed had a faint medicinal scent, and the ointment felt cool and refreshing.

Realizing there was no harm, the person in his arms relaxed, her drooping eyelashes fluttering rapidly, her pearly teeth biting her lip, and the corners of her eyes still showing a lingering redness.

Suddenly, she arched her back and bumped into him, trembling as she said, "No, don't touch there..."

Lu Xize's powerful self-control created a crack.

"It will be ready soon."

I don't know if I was saying it to her or to comfort myself.

But the girl's budding body couldn't withstand the touch, and after a while, she clung to his shoulder and began to sob pitifully.

Each note struck his fragile sanity.

Warm tears fell onto her shoulder, and the resentment uttered from her pink lips was soft and coquettish, not like resistance, but rather like encouragement: "You bastard, you say you're doing this for other people's good... You'd be happy if you tortured me to death—ugh!"

Lu Xize lowered his head and captured her lips, prying open her teeth and swallowing all the grievances she hadn't had time to utter.

In the brief pause, he pressed his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling on their lips: "I was such a bastard... please let me do you this little favor one more time."

His thumb, calloused, rubbed against the red mark on her neck that had been carefully concealed by her collar during the day.

She gasped as if she had been burned.

Her hands tightened around his hair, but she didn't pull away.

This silent consent is more impactful than any words.

The darkness amplifies all sensations, and the sense of transgression, like a maggot clinging to the bone, soaks every inch of skin touching and every breath entwined with the juice of sin.

Sweet and cloying, yet deadly poison.

The auspicious patterns embroidered on the bright red bed canopy on the day I first entered the house have blurred into a dark shadow in my vision.

Like a cold, indifferent eye, it silently observes everything that is turned upside down inside the tent...

*

Desire is a devil, and sexual desire is the worst of them all.

Humans die quickly without food and water, yet can live well without sex. This often leads people to underestimate its power. When it appears urgently, everything within the realm of human spirit will be squeezed out.

By day, he is Marshal Lu, his hands stained with blood, his eyes cold and menacing.

At night, he nestled against her knees and told her about the bitter cold that no one had ever set foot in before.

He said that the cowardly emperor's narrow dragon robe could not contain the remains of his wet nurse;

He said that when the cruel empress dowager's gold armor swept across her face, it was like cutting a piece of dead flesh.

He said that loyal ministers knelt on the ground, their knees wearing through the stone slabs, but no one heard them;

He said that eunuchs were causing chaos in the government, soldiers died in battle and no one knew, and foreign envoys' residences were filled with revelry day and night.

Behind the high vermilion walls, he pieced together again and again the complete, cannibalistic outline of the old era.

She listened patiently, her palms gently stroking from the top of his head to the back of his neck, and then along his spine, repeating the same motion over and over again.

Like ironing a piece of silk that has been repeatedly crumpled and wrinkled.

Remove what is gone, and replace what is lost.

After they had talked enough, the two of them became entangled, kissing and making love.

They are all relics of the old era.

They all have too many emotions that need to be vented.

Only the bright moon high in the sky bears witness to their madness.

*

Lu Shaohuai woke up more than half a year later.

It was summer just before autumn. It was really sudden. Lu Xize had just left Beijing to handle some business, which would take at least three to five days. She was brewing medicine as usual when, because she had been sitting for too long, she suddenly felt dizzy and fainted when she got up.

When she slowly regained consciousness, she saw Dr. Liu, covered in sweat, standing to one side without saying a word.

On the sickbed where he stood, in the spot she cared for day and night, a voice, slightly weak yet gentle as a spring breeze, came from the spot—both unfamiliar and incredibly pleasant to the ear:

"This is a big deal."

Xia Yangyang suddenly sat up in bed and looked toward the source of the sound.

The setting sun outside the window cast a golden outline on that thin profile.

Lu Shaohuai met his wife's shocked almond-shaped eyes, smiled slightly, and instantly revealed the unfathomable depth of his shrewdness: "My wife became pregnant while I was in a coma."

*

Upon hearing the news that his brother had woken up, Lu Xize quickly finished what he was doing and rushed back.

The trip was originally planned for seven days, but we managed to get back in just three days.

He was eager to return home. Besides his deep longing for his brother, there was another matter that had finally reached a decision. The image of that graceful figure in his memory surfaced in his mind, burning his heart like a branding iron.

In the past, for the convenience of the two of them, there were only one or two servants in the large main courtyard.

Now that his elder brother has woken up, the courtyard has become much livelier.

He saw from afar that his elder sister-in-law was chatting and laughing with a young girl as they dried freshly picked rosebuds. They would then add red dates, longan, and goji berries to make a nourishing tea.

She looked up and met his gaze from afar.

The smile froze abruptly, then quickly shifted away. The little girl beside her was still chattering away, and she stiffly replied with a couple of words before pulling the little girl away in a flustered retreat.

Lu Xize's heart sank, a sense of foreboding washing over him. He quickened his pace, intending to catch up, but then he heard his adjutant, Wang Shu, shout loudly and excitedly:

"Young Marshal! Young Marshal Lu!!"

Lu Xize looked towards the second floor.

The autumn sunset was perfect, illuminating the dark blue tiles neatly, while a clump of emerald green bamboo swayed in the breeze.

The two red windows beside the bed of the long-term sick were both open.

He saw his adjutant waving excitedly at him, and beside him, a thin face with eyes that often held compassion for the world, smiling at him.

Brother!

Lu Xize rushed upstairs and threw himself into the arms of the emaciated man on the hospital bed.

"Brother...you've finally woken up." His throat tightened, and his eyes stung with tears.

He controlled his strength so as not to injure his brother who had just woken up.

Lu Shaohuai chuckled and patted his back, his words full of affection: "You're a young marshal who can stand on your own now, how come you're still like that naive young man from back then?"

"My brother is awake," he said, his voice nasal as he nestled in his brother's shoulder, "so I can go back to being that naive young man."

Lu Shaohuai shook his head with a smile: "Nonsense."

From an angle unseen by Lu Xize, his right-hand man, the adjutant, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead and exhaled silently.

In the three days since he woke up, Wang Shu had already given a briefing on the domestic and international situation.

Lu Xize's current matter is the most troublesome one at the moment, and it originated in Tianjin.

Director Shen of the headquarters' Tianjin office negotiated with the British firm Jardine Matheson a month ago regarding the renewal of the concession agreement.

Yi Fang demanded that the rent in the old Zhakou area triple, but Director Shen insisted that "the increase would not exceed 20%", and the negotiations stalled for half a month.

On the night of September 17, he was shot on his way back to his residence. Three bullets entered his back and he died on the spot.

The next morning, the news spread, and anti-foreign sentiment surged to unprecedented heights.

Tianjin residents flooded the streets, blocking all intersections in the British concession. Some smashed the windows of Jardine Matheson & Co., clashed with the police, and three students were injured.

Although the situation was stabilized by Lu Hsieh's emergency measures and the case was closed with a 17% increase, the impact was still enormous.

Half of the businesses that did business with foreign firms closed down, and the number of foreign refugees counted at various ports exceeded one hundred.

"Don't worry, riots and fleeing are common occurrences," Lu Shaohuai comforted him, not with nonchalance, but with the confidence built from accumulated experience.

"Those compradors, translators, and accountants of Western hospitals who worked in the concession for more than ten years learned the local dialect better than English, and their children were still sent to government-run schools."

Lu Xize added more water to his brother's teacup.

"They run faster than anyone else because they know better than anyone else that as long as there's food on the table, they can hold on." Like a silent understanding between brothers, Lu Shaohuai took a sip of hot water, glanced at his younger brother, and said with a knowing smile, "The Chinese don't take their food outside to feed them."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and fortunately, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

But near the end, the most devastating scene for Wang Shu still occurred.

It wasn't a coincidence. The eldest young master was the true master of the Lu family. Once he woke up, the initiative would fall back into the eldest young master's hands. As for that matter that everyone kept secret, it all depended on whether the eldest young master wanted to bring it up or not.

Now, it seems the young master no longer wants to keep this veil between them.

"By the way, regarding the trip south, I'll trouble you to accompany your sister-in-law on that trip." Lu Shaohuai smiled slightly and suddenly spoke to Lu Xize's back.

"..."

"You've done a good job. Yangyang gave me this list a couple of days ago. Can you take a look and see if there's anything wrong with it?"