Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Lu Xize followed behind Xia Yangyang, who was walking briskly.

An inexplicable warm current surged upwards from the base of my spine.

Like a plant breaking through the soil.

That heart, accustomed to witnessing life and death, suddenly pounded deeply and rapidly from the deepest part of its chest.

Xia Yangyang stepped into the room and turned to close the door.

Lu Xize grabbed the door and slammed his hand on it, his eyes burning with an intense, almost melting, passion.

"This is my child."

His tone was firm.

Xia Yangyang pushed the door forcefully, but it wouldn't budge; a hint of anger surged in her beautiful eyes.

"Her surname is Kang, her name is Kang Ning, she's my child, what does that have to do with you?"

"I'm sorry, Yangyang. I didn't know I made you suffer so much all by yourself... Of course, my ignorance is not an excuse for my guilt."

"..."

"I swear I didn't want to take the child away. I'm just ashamed and want to do something to make it up to you."

Lu Xize stared at her stubbornly.

He squeezed his knees in, half of his body blocking the doorway, but didn't actually squeeze through.

Xia Yangyang raised her chin, glancing down at the child: "So you're pitying me? You think I can't take care of the child on my own?"

"That's not what I meant," Lu Xize immediately denied. "But it's never a bad thing for her to have another person love her."

Xia Yangyang laughed: "Oh? How do you plan to love her? Can you produce breast milk?"

"No." There was no embarrassment in Lu Xize's eyes. "But I can make sure she doesn't have to live in secrecy. I can make sure she lives in a more spacious and comfortable house, attends a better school, makes friends from all over the world, and becomes a truly noble young lady."

Xia Yangyang's eyes flickered, and she pursed her lips.

She knew what he was talking about.

Why is it that no one has ever seen the child who is being raised in the clinic?

Because she had never left this narrow, square courtyard.

It wasn't just to avoid spies and secret agents' revenge against the Lu family.

There is another reason.

Yes, Corning can't speak.

This is inextricably linked to the altered genes of Lu Xize.

She has been working hard for the past two years to treat Kang Ning's muteness, but with little success.

Her muteness is genetically determined, and systemic medication carries certain risks; she can only start taking it after she turns 14.

Lu Xize's calm voice had a reassuring power, pulling her out of her thoughts:

"With me around, even if she never speaks for the rest of her life, no one will dare to say a word against her."

Xia Yangyang glared at him: "It's not that she can't talk, she's just a little slower than other kids her age."

After saying that, she released her hand from the door, picked up the child, and turned to walk into the inner room.

Does this mean...accepting him?

She grasped a vase and spun it a few times, three times to the left and two times to the right, and a crack appeared in the cabinet full of medical books.

Moving to the left and right respectively, they found themselves in a dark room.

She turned to the side and glanced at him: "Are you standing there like a doorman?"

Lu Xize's heart, which had been blocked, suddenly opened up a crack.

Warm, soft, with a slightly sour taste, it flowed down his throat.

His body reacted faster than his thoughts.

I quickened my pace and caught up with the mother and daughter.

The family of three entered the secret room.

The bookcase closed again, leaving no trace.

*

The six months Lu Xize spent in Lincheng were the happiest time of his life.

He experienced so many of his firsts as a father here.

The first time I braided my daughter's hair, although it turned out crooked and messy;

The first time I washed diapers, I used too much force and tore several of them.

The first time he sang a lullaby, even though he was tone-deaf, Xiao Kangning frowned and covered his ears with a look of disgust.

With his care, Xiao Kangning is able to spend more and more time outdoors.

The smiles on her little face have become noticeably more frequent.

It has also lost its composure and become more lively.

Lu Xize taught her to read. The first word was "Mom," and the second was her own name, "Kang Ning."

He never thought that his daughter's inability to speak was a defect.

There are so many things in this world... almost everything, that don't need to be spoken.

Whenever someone suggests that the child should be taken to see more renowned doctors,

Lu Xize wouldn't say the clichés like "Her mother is a doctor" or "We have exhausted all means."

Instead, it was said in a matter-of-fact tone:

"She can see colors, taste delicious food, hear our beautiful melodies, and feel everything we feel... Why does she have to be able to speak to be considered complete?"

There is no one in the world cuter than this little baby.

If there is one, it must be her tomorrow.

When that soft little one sleeps in your arms without any defenses.

You want to gently place her on the bed, but you find that one of her hands is still clutching the hem of your clothes.

You would want to give your life for her.

This kind of thing, which is ingrained in one's bloodline, cannot be faked.

But what truly made Xia Yangyang acknowledge his father's identity was a thrilling encounter.

Enemy spies silently tracked down his whereabouts, killed the residents, and disguised themselves to come to the clinic.

Their target was the woman rumored to be in love with Young Marshal Lu, "Kang Cheng," and his illegitimate son.

But it just so happened that Xia Yangyang went out to buy medicinal herbs that day.

When they returned, the clinic was in complete disarray.

The area was surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

The signboard was half down, and there was blood all over the ground that couldn't be wiped away.

Her head buzzed, and she almost lost her balance.

He ran deep into the clinic like a madman.

"Dr. Kang!" A familiar male voice called out from behind her.

Xia Yangyang turned around, her vision blurred by tears.

I saw a tall, upright figure in military uniform.

That face was handsome and upright; it belonged to Wang Shu, the adjutant who often served the Lu brothers.

"Don't worry, the young marshal and the child are both fine."

He seemed to have been ordered to wait here for a long time, just to deliver the message as soon as she returned.

The heart that had been hanging in mid-air finally settled down.

It turns out that the blood and horrifying corpses on the ground were actually spies in disguise.

At that time, Lu Xize was in the front hall, holding Xiao Kangning and identifying the medicine.

He sensed something was wrong as those people came in one after another.

People who have received special training behave and look very differently from ordinary people.

Even when sitting or standing in different places, their eyes will invariably glance at the target.

On the other hand, snakes have an exceptionally keen sense of smell.

Having spent years on military campaigns, the smell of gunpowder has become a conditioned reflex for me.

Therefore, while instructing the nurses to bring the patients inside and handing the child to a male nurse, he pretended to be leaving.

That's how the horrifying scene at the entrance came about.

When Wang Peng spoke, she downplayed the important points, but when she arrived at the Lincheng branch of the headquarters...

Lu Xize was sitting on a low stool, his back slightly hunched, his hands covered in dried blood, even between his fingers, which he was slowly wiping with a white towel.

Hearing the noise, he looked up.

He had a scratch on his forehead, a bruise on his cheekbone, and a cut on the corner of his mouth.

But those eyes were still bright.

The moment I saw her, my spirits lifted.

Then, as if remembering something else, she nervously stepped aside.

In his arms, Kang Ning was sitting cross-legged on his lap, her small hands holding a pestle, banging it on the table, completely oblivious to the blood and chaos around her.

Her face was clean and tidy, and not a single strand of her hair was out of place.

Xia Yangyang stood at the door.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

Now that he's sitting here peacefully, she should be relieved.

But her voice was much fiercer than she had expected: "What's wrong with you?"

Even Xiao Kangning stopped smashing the pestle and looked up at her.

"Didn't you say you were fine? Wang Peng said you were fine! Is this what you call fine?"

Lu Xize looked down at himself, then looked up at her: "I'm really fine. I'm good at dodging bullets. These are just superficial wounds."

"This is called a superficial injury? Did the army doctor even check it? Why didn't anyone bandage it for you!" Xia Yangyang took a few steps over, grabbed his wrist, and turned his arm over.

His arm was covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

She pressed her fingers to his pulse, feeling the steady beat below, and pursed her lips.

"Do you have anything else on you?"

Lu Xize wanted to say no, but Xia Yangyang had already squatted down.

Her gaze swept from his face to his neck, from his neck to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen, leaving no corner unchecked.

The more I look at it, the redder my eyes become.

Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed twice, and his chest felt unusually hot.

It is said that the highest form of love is to feel heartache.

If a doctor who is calm even when Mount Tai collapses in front of him sheds tears in front of you, does that count as informing on someone?

It was at this moment that Lu Xize made up his mind to wipe out the remaining bandits.

He couldn't let his wife and children live in fear.

Lu Xize: "I'm sorry, you've only had two years of peace. If it weren't for me, you and your mother wouldn't have been implicated."

She took a deep breath, remained silent, and went to the cabinet to rummage through the medicine box.

His shoulders, which were turned away from his face, were tense, making it impossible to tell whether he was angry or suppressing his emotions.

Lu Xize pondered for a moment and said, "The clinic is no longer safe. Until we find a suitable place to stay, you may have to stay at the headquarters temporarily. At that time, I will leave Wang Peng to look after you and ensure your safety."

Kang Ning climbed off Lu Xize's lap, ran to Xia Yangyang's feet, and poked her calf.

Xia Yangyang lowered her head and met those dark, bright eyes.

Kang Ning pointed at Lu Xize, then at her own face, furrowed her brows, and exaggeratedly grinned.

Then he spread out his two little hands and tilted his head to look at her.

The translation roughly means: He has a wound on his face, it hurts, you should take care of him.

Xia Yangyang wanted to laugh but couldn't.

She carried the medicine box back, picked out the alcohol from the iodine and roughly unscrewed the cap, dipped it in the medicine and shoved it onto the cut on the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xize hissed.

"Now you know what pain is?" Xia Yangyang said irritably. "When you were taking the knife for someone, didn't you think about the daughter you had to raise?"

She was very close to him.

She gently wiped the bruise on his cheekbone with a cotton swab.

Her curled eyelashes fluttered gently, her nose bridge was clean and sharp, and her neck resembled a section of white lotus root just emerging from the water.

How could there be such an outstanding and beautiful person in this world?

And how could she happen to be the mother of his child?

Lu Xize's voice was deep: "When I come back, let's go to the Internal Affairs Bureau."

Without realizing it, I blurted out what was on my mind.

His back suddenly tensed up, and the bleeding wound on his arm, which had stopped, began to reopen.

"Hmm? Where are you going?" she asked casually.

"Kang Ning needs his parents' identification documents to attend school."

"We really should go."

"I mean, can I marry you with a grand wedding procession carried by sixteen men?"

Xia Yangyang paused, then looked up at her with a slightly cold and sharp expression: "What is this? Pushing your luck?"

Lu Xize should explain.

You should explain, "I just want to give you and the child a proper status," "I didn't mean to force you," and "I want to make it up to you."

These words rushed out, swirling in his throat, but in the end, he couldn't utter a single one.

He suddenly realized that she was right.

He's just pushing his luck.

While struggling in the mud of the South, he thought this was how his life would be.

After the battle is over, or if you die on the battlefield, go to the underworld to find her.

At that moment, he thought that as long as she was alive, he would ask for nothing more.

When he discovered that she was alive and even had children, he thought that it would be great if he could move in, braid Kang Ning's hair, tell her stories, and sit by her bedside reading picture books to her.

After gaining the trust of the mother and daughter, he thought, "If only I could have a bed, a room, and a home that would always belong to me."

Today, she personally applied the medicine to him.

The warmth from her fingertips seeped through the cotton wool, penetrating his festering wound and seeping into his bones, just like when she used her body to warm him in the snow cave years ago.

In that instant, he was a snake.

After being cold for so long, the moment you feel a little warmth, you want to swallow the whole sun.

Insatiable greed.

The word popped up from the depths of his memory, startling even himself.

But he couldn't deny it.

He's just greedy.

The Empress Dowager said he was "naturally intelligent," so he became the most precious companion to the young emperor.

His elder brother said he had the talent of a general or minister, so he wanted to bring peace to the world.

Now, he even wants her openly and honestly.

They think it with righteous indignation, yet they feel guilty and terrified.

He looked up and met her gaze.

"I didn't mean to force you." His voice was hoarse beyond belief. "If you don't want to, we'll pretend we never said that. I'll use my connections to get Kang Ning into school."

His words were insincere, filled with suppressed anger, seemingly leaving her with a choice, but in reality, his gaze was sinister.

They treated her like prey.

After applying the medicine to her face, Xia Yangyang placed the tray on the table: "If you're asking for a favor, you should act like one. What does it mean to act like a lord? Do you expect me to fawn over you?"

Lu Xize was taken aback.

Something suddenly ignited in those sinister eyes.

"I beg you, please be my wife."

Xia Yangyang shook her head and sighed, crossing her arms: "Kneel down."

Lu Xize bent his knees, about to kneel down from the low chair.

The movements were so fast that she almost didn't have time to react.

"One knee!" she shouted promptly, her voice laced with gritted teeth. "Who told you to kneel on both knees? Are you here to pay respects to your ancestors?!"

His knees had already touched the ground, but upon hearing the sound, he paused and switched to one knee.

"Now you can beg me," she said.

Lu Xize raised his head.

From this angle, her chin is slightly raised, she has a half-smile, and her eyes and brows are full of "I've got you all figured out" confidence.

It's incredibly beautiful.

Little Kangning also peeked out from behind her mother, covering her little mouth and laughing.

After understanding her intention, Lu Xize's Adam's apple bobbed and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I beg you," he said, his voice hoarse and solemn, emphasizing each word, "Xia Yangyang, who is also Dr. Kang, marry me. I will give you all my wealth as a dowry."

"Um……"

She drawled out her words and laughed like a cat.

Finally, he pinned his prey down and was beaming with pride.

Suddenly, she reached out and flicked his chin with her index finger.

"We'll see, it depends on how you perform."

After saying that, she turned around to get a new gauze.

Lu Xize lowered his head and gave a short laugh.

"it is good."