Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After quickly completing a series of signing procedures, they left behind a bank card and a stack of documents and said goodbye, leaving Xia Yangyang bewildered amidst the barking of dogs.

The system leaned comfortably back in its chair: [This money should be enough for your brain cancer treatment.]

Xia Yangyang: [Have that kind of money? Anyone who wants to treat brain cancer will probably end up needing treatment for mental disability too.]

There was no Samuel, no children, no quests, and no more of those random elves and demons.

Xia Yangyang, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly released her grip.

The next day, Xia Yangyang, dressed in short sleeves and shorts, leaning on a cane on her left and holding a dog on her right, walked into the 4S store with sunglasses still bearing the tags on their faces.

The shop assistant thought she was there to cause trouble. As soon as she stepped forward, the girl pulled down her sunglasses, revealing a youthful but incredibly arrogant face.

Just as she was about to speak, a slender white finger reached out and touched her lips.

She heard the girl's voice, soft and slow but clearly enunciated: "No need for sales pitches or packages. The most expensive car, now, full payment, immediate pickup. Money is the least of my worries."

The dog in the shop assistant raised its head, and the shop assistant saw that it was holding a bank card in its mouth.

The shop assistant's expression went from impatient to speechless, and finally to beaming with joy, instantly bowing and scraping: "Alright, alright, I'll take you to the SVIP room! This way, please!"

The flashy, bright red luxury car pulled up in front of the nightclub, kicking up a cloud of exhaust fumes. Amid a chorus of complaints, the girl, carrying her dog, sped into the club like a streak of sparks.

She was still wearing that same baggy, ugly outfit and oversized sunglasses.

The bartender looked them up and down from a distance, then walked over, reaching out to stop them: "Those who are not properly dressed are not allowed to enter."

"Spend some money to fix your eyes." A casual voice brushed past.

Something bulging red was stuffed into his chest, and he took it out to take a look.

"!!!"

Holy crap! Ten thousand yuan! RMB! Cash!!

Amidst the bright lights and bustling crowds, the simply dressed girl with a cast on her left leg undoubtedly attracted a lot of attention.

She sat at the bar and, under the bartender's scrutinizing gaze, tossed her car keys onto the table.

"Park my Rolls-Royce in the most expensive parking spot."

He casually grabbed the freshly mixed drink from the table, tilted his head back, and downed it in one gulp.

The bartender was completely baffled by what he did.

Who is she?

By what right do they order him around? He's a bartender, not someone's servant.

Wait a minute, parking spaces aren't categorized by price! Where did this lunatic come from? And what's wrong with this bartender? Why is he letting just anyone in?

"What's wrong with you—"

The bartender was pointing his finger at her, about to hurl insults at her ancestors, when a stack of red Mao Zedong banknotes was slammed onto the table.

"Don't make me say it a second time."

"!!!"

The words that were about to come out were abruptly halted, and the attitude made a complete 180-degree turn: "—You know I'm somewhat knowledgeable about feng shui? What do you think of the car's southeast-facing orientation? Southeast feng shui is good; it brings wealth and prosperity."

"Um."

The girl lost her sunglasses and drank alone under a solitary lamp, occasionally casually offering expensive drinks to the dog in her arms.

The dog licked her, and she smiled happily.

If the dog gets dizzy and spins around again, she laughs even more happily.

The girl's every move exuded the vulgarity of a nouveau riche, yet it was perfectly complemented by her fair and innocent face.

At first glance, one would immediately recognize her as a pampered little princess from a wealthy family who had thrown a tantrum at home and come out to experience life.

A handsome man, eager to climb the social ladder, approached her with a clear goal in mind, making her burst into laughter.

She added him on WeChat and, overjoyed, transferred 10 yuan to him.

When the WeChat payment notification sounded, the singing and dancing in that area stopped.

More and more men approached her, forming a circle around her. The sounds of WeChat transfers filled the air, and every transaction that pleased her was worth at least 1 yuan.

The system mocked: [Do you really enjoy being a spendthrift? If I'd known you'd be such a spendthrift, I should have taken back the benefits!]

Xia Yangyang: [Money—is just an external thing!]

System: [The King of Qi said, "Whoever can directly point out my faults will receive a great reward."]

Xia Yangyang: [The King of Qi also said, "Anyone who can directly point out my faults will be sentenced to the most severe punishment!"]

The system paused, then asked: "[Did the King of Qi say that?]"

Xia Yangyang laughed loudly: [King Qi didn't say that, I did!!!]

The system's face darkened instantly, and it turned its back to draw circles on the ground: [Roll around, all of you, it's good to roll around...]

The glitter of money stinks like shit, but she likes this extreme contrast.

Extravagant flowers bloom amidst decay.

It made her feel like she had truly lived.

Let her not be afraid; those ten years lying in the hospital bed had no memories worth recounting.

The young girl's cheeks were flushed, immersed in a world of extravagance and debauchery, and she was pushed into the spotlight by a crowd of admirers, singing one popular song after another amidst cheers and whistles.

She is not worried at all about not being able to help herself if she falls down.

Really.

She did it.

They were as gentle and passionate as waves, lifting her up and ushering her into the most luxurious and expensive private room.

Everyone laughed and swayed their heads, opening bottles of champagne one after another, writing their names on her plastered leg, and pouring out their passionate but fleeting love.

Xia Yangyang laughed loudly, her laughter and the energetic drumbeats echoing in her empty heart. She knew this couldn't fill the emptiness there.

The men who kissed her all wanted to spend a night with her, but they were too ugly.

None of them can compare to Samuel.

That stunning face, whenever she thinks of it, makes her smile from the bottom of her heart.

After eating fine bran, one inevitably becomes more discerning about taste.

After a brief period of being picky, Xia Yangyang was pulled back to reality by the cocktail that was being fed to her.

Why think about him? That guy is as cunning as a honeycomb briquette. She, a solid brick, really did her best. She should be glad she escaped and never have to go back.

Thinking this, she stood up, took the microphone, and raised her drink: "A toast to the past, now dead!"

Countless people raised their glasses, echoing her words: "To the past, which is dead!!"

She sat down, and the vain men swam into her arms like fish in water.

In that instant, she felt like she was sitting at the top of a pyramid, able to manipulate others' every move with a snap of her fingers. She even thought that this kind of life would continue until she died.

This made her nostalgic, for the greatest joy in life is simple pleasure.

She must have been drunk to see Samuel standing in front of her.

Amidst the strong smell of cigarettes and alcohol, and the swirling smoke, he looked so real, even the perpetually proud and noble radiance on his handsome face was perfectly replicated.

But his eyes were too cold.

Like a frozen lake in the depths of winter, there was no emotional fluctuation, only a cold, lifeless stillness.

Anyone who makes eye contact with him will involuntarily shiver, as if the cold air penetrates directly through their skin and reaches their bone marrow.

As soon as Xia Yangyang thought this, she couldn't help but shiver.

Immediately afterwards, she frowned in displeasure.

She didn't like this Samuel.

How could he be so arrogant even in her hallucinations, daring to look at her like that?

So, Xia Yangyang wrapped her arms around two people on the left and three on the right, and they all snuggled into her embrace.

She crossed her legs, raising an eyebrow: "Oh? Samuel? What brings you here?"

The exceptionally handsome man opposite him had his lips pressed into a straight line, and his arm inside his sleeve was trembling violently, as if he was suppressing a torrent of anger.

"Long time no see, what happened to you, you've turned into a gigolo?"

"..."

Xia Yangyang's gaze swept downwards, landing on his slightly protruding belly beneath his wide coat, and she smiled gently.

"It's gotten quite rounder."

The moment the words left his mouth, the wind stopped and the clouds stood still.

A chill ran down her neck, and the wind from the palm strike blew her stray hairs across her face, instantly freezing them into ice.

Everyone around was frozen in place, like dolls, even their expressions were frozen.

Eyes close at hand.

It is as sharp as a blade, making one feel that there is nowhere to hide.

Xia Yangyang's muddled mind finally cleared completely, and the suffocating feeling was so clear that she had to face the suddenly appearing Samuel.

She placed her hand on his cold wrist, feeling its soft, springy texture.

Samuel saw her eyes widen and widen in shock.

"Samuel?" she asked uncertainly.

His fingers dug into the flesh of his lover's neck. Samuel's face was covered in ice crystals as he forcefully suppressed his anger, which contorted his features: "What's wrong with you? Learning to abandon your husband and children?"

At this moment of blatant adultery, Xia Yangyang instinctively reacted like a mouse seeing a cat when she saw him.

She immediately opened her mouth to say the classic line, "That's not how it is, let me explain," when suddenly she realized something else.

Wait a minute, abandoning one's husband is understandable, but what about abandoning one's child?