Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

After having New Year's Eve dinner with Jiang Yan at a Chinese restaurant, it was already 10 p.m.

Xia Yangyang suggested it was getting late and she should go back. Just as she stood up, the man opposite her spoke:

"I heard that there will be a fountain and light show in Central Park during New Year's Eve."

Jiang Yan was unusually dressed today, not wearing all black, but instead wearing a soft khaki wool sweater.

His hair, always neatly combed and styled with a police cap, was now flowing smoothly, as if it had just been trimmed. This made his sharply defined features appear less menacing and more tender.

Xia Yangyang, holding the down jacket, put it on halfway and thought seriously:

"Won't the fountain freeze in this cold weather?"

"Who knows?" Jiang Yan walked naturally behind her, pulled over the other sleeve, and said, "If you can't see the fountain show, you can still eat dumplings for free. They were all made by community volunteers."

Xia Yangyang paused, looking at the half-plate of carrot dumplings that were left on the table and packed up.

Are you serious, bro?

Jiang Yan also realized how clumsy his excuse was.

The twilight-like light from the chandelier spilled onto his tousled hair. He put on his coat and casually picked up the takeout bag from the table.

"Would you like to go shopping with me?"

"..."

"I don't want to go back yet, and I don't know where to go back to."

Xia Yangyang sensed a different kind of emotion flowing between the two of them.

The opportunity she's been waiting for may have finally arrived.

So she put her hands in her pockets, raised her face, and smiled naturally: "Let's go then. I've eaten a bit too much, so a walk will help digest it."

*

There were quite a few people in Central Park.

Everywhere you look, you can see children playing with sparklers, or parents taking their children to set off firecrackers.

But most of them were families coming out to watch the fountain and light show. Yes, Xia Yangyang didn't expect that there would actually be a fountain show.

The snow was swept clean by the community, and sand was spread on the slippery areas.

There were still many traces of cigarette ash on the ground.

Xia Yangyang and Jiang Yan strolled over, chatting casually.

Jiang Yan has a very sophisticated way of talking. He can keep the atmosphere from getting awkward or too enthusiastic. After you finish talking to him, you will find that you have unknowingly revealed the details of your family history for three generations.

When the two arrived at the fountain, a large crowd had already gathered there.

They stood side by side, a handsome man and a beautiful woman, and anyone passing by couldn't help but take a second look.

The little flower girl ran over and tugged at Jiang Yan's sleeve: "Brother, buy a bouquet of flowers for the pretty big sister. Everything in the world may perish, but eternal love lasts forever."

Xia Yangyang saw this and Jiang Yan smiled kindly, replied "Okay," and then squatted down to pick flowers.

She clenched her fists in her pockets.

I'm torn about whether to accept this bouquet. What if he gives it to me when he confesses his feelings? With so many people watching, wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing if he gets rejected?

Suddenly, a snap of fingers appeared before my eyes.

Jiang Yan's dark eyes shone brightly, reflecting the firelight of the sparkler burning beside him.

The little flower girl had already run off to another couple.

Jiang Yan teased, "What are you thinking about? Your brows are furrowed so tightly."

Xia Yangyang snapped out of her daze and pointed to the large red clock face on the distant clock tower: "It's counting down. Didn't it say there were three minutes left?"

He probably can't tell.

She turned her face away from the clock tower, feeling embarrassed. She was the one being pursued, yet she was the one passively indulging in wild thoughts.

Adjust your mindset, and then turn back.

Suddenly, a bunch of flowers appeared before my eyes, their bright red petals covered with white snow.

"It's a pity this girl doesn't sell sunflowers, so I can't wish you a promotion and a raise."

"..."

Xia Yangyang's gaze fell on his face, then moved down, and she saw that he had bought two bouquets, but only handed one to her and kept the other for himself.

Jiang Yan raised her eyebrows and gestured with her chin towards the bouquet in front of her: "But I think it's all about the sentiment, so it doesn't matter what flowers you use. This is the first bouquet of roses of the new year, for both of us."

There was absolutely no awkwardness or discomfort.

There were no tests that caused her hesitation or inner conflict.

Xia Yangyang felt as if a stone had suddenly fallen from her heart. She accepted the flowers, feeling only relief and happiness.

He also jokingly remarked, "No wonder you're a tenured employee! You're so thoughtful, making me look so clueless. Should I get a couple of bouquets too?"

"Great! I'll frame the flowers that the beautiful lady gave me and hang them on the wall so I can admire them every day. But you might not have the chance, though. Look, that little girl has already sold out all her flowers."

Xia Yangyang followed his gaze and, sure enough, the little girl encountered a couple who were big customers; the man bought all the flowers and gave them to the woman.

Right now, she's skipping and jumping around, taking the money she just earned to buy a sparkler.

Xia Yangyang buried her face in her scarf: "You even framed it for appreciation? Even God doesn't have as many tricks up his sleeve as you."

Jiang Yan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She was just being polite to him; she had no intention of buying anything, much less giving anything as a gift.

She had no idea how obviously her eyes were wandering, as perfunctory as a sloth sunbathing.

Suddenly, gasps of surprise came from the crowd inside, and they quickly retreated in a circle.

Several jets of water shot into the sky simultaneously.

Accompanied by lively music and colorful lights, a spectacular performance was created.

Xia Yangyang was almost knocked over by the people who were pushing back, but her body was supported by an arm as strong as steel.

"There are too many people here, let's go outside."

Jiang Yan put his arm around her shoulder and led her through the crowd to a place where there weren't many people and they could still enjoy the beautiful fountain.

As soon as he let go, Xia Yangyang almost escaped from his arms.

What Xia Yangyang could hear was his heart pounding like a storm, his taut muscles, and the intense heat of his body that even the thickest down jacket couldn't block.

How can one person simultaneously possess a calm and composed demeanor and such a strong emotional response?

This was completely different from what she had expected.

She thought that he was always in control and steady, no matter what.

Even confessing one's feelings is as easy as a cat playing with a mouse.

but--

"I like you, Xia Yangyang."

"..."

Xia Yangyang's eyes flickered, and she looked up to meet a pair of dark eyes that had been staring at her.

Jiang Yan's voice trembled slightly, but he tried his best to suppress the slight tremor.

He pronounced those four words clearly, one word at a time.

Xia Yangyang opened her mouth, about to utter a word, but was interrupted by another surge of cheers.

Fireworks were set off above the fountain.

One by one, they bloomed in the air, beautiful and exquisite, reflecting the bright and clear profiles of the two people gazing at each other.

She had actually prepared countless reasons to refuse, in order to make the atmosphere less awkward when she did so.

such as--

I'm coming clean: I'm actually a lesbian and I don't like men.

Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend.

You lost a game of Truth or Dare, didn't you? Silly boy, don't use me as a bet next time!

……

But suddenly none of these are suitable to be applied to Jiang Yan.

Because she had just discovered that his feelings for her were not as shallow as he had made them out to be.

People who take relationships seriously.

It deserves a reasonable, sufficient, and genuine reason.

Fireworks and fountains filled the night between the two, with snow-covered tree branches on either side.

"I'm sorry, I already have someone I like."

"..."

"My heart can't hold anyone else but it."

Although it wasn't a person at all.

But she really can't be responsible to anyone except the person she's tasked with.

If he asks further...

She would also tell him that what she actually liked was the parasite.

But she felt that such a good person deserved a relationship that was truly cherished.

For some reason, after she became more frank, Jiang Yan's gaze towards her began to soften.

Just like how the audience applauds and cheers for the stage even when the magician's trick has been exposed.

"Actually, I knew I would be rejected."

His nonchalant attitude left Xia Yangyang in disbelief.

She suspected that he was just pretending to be relaxed, but how could Jiang Yan let her see through it?

Even with only the tip of the iceberg showing, she was so frightened that she kept backing away. If he were to bring out what was hidden beneath the surface, he would only earn her pity.

But more than the illusion brought by pity, he needs respect.

"But, Yangyang." Jiang Yan twirled the stem of the bouquet with his fingertips, his eyes like the stamens of roses.

He bent down to look her in the eye and said, "Aren't you a little happy that I confessed to you?"

Xia Yangyang nodded several times with absolute certainty: "Yes! Thank you!"

Jiang Yan smiled slightly: "Then it's worth it."