His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

Phoenix's pupils shrank slightly.

The next second, he reached out and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her face into the crook of his shoulder, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice muffled, carrying a restrained anger and a deeper heartache.

Don't say things like that.

Mo Sangyu didn't move, nor did she break free.

She could feel his heartbeat; it was a little faster than usual.

When he heard her say "let's perish together," Feng Xingyu panicked for a moment.

He knew Mo Sangyu was capable of doing it.

"Ayu."

Feng Xingyu's voice lowered, as if squeezed from his chest: "You and the child must both be well, neither of you is allowed to get into trouble."

"I was only talking about the worst-case scenario..."

There is no worst.

He interrupted her, tightening his grip on her arm: "I won't let that happen."

Mo Sangyu opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.

She nestled in his arms, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, and slowly closed her eyes.

The baby in her womb moved again, gently, as if trying to soothe her.

Feng Xingyu held her like that, standing in the center of the living room, and didn't let go for a long time.

Outside the window, scattered fireworks still bloomed in the distance, and thousands of homes were brightly lit.

This year, in the end, did not pass peacefully.

That night, after Mo Sangyu fell asleep, Feng Xingyu went out onto the balcony alone.

The night wind was cold, making his hair fly wildly.

He stood there, his aura blending into the darkness, his dark red eyes reflecting the scattered lights in the distance, devoid of any warmth.

He raised his hand, and a ball of dark energy condensed in his palm, surging and spinning like a nebula that could explode at any moment.

After staring at the ball of energy for a long time, he suddenly clenched his fingers and crushed it in his palm.

not enough.

His power is not enough to contend with the will of Heaven, unless they truly perish together.

But he can't bear to part with it now.

He glanced back at the bedroom and, through the half-open door, could see the slightly raised outline of the bed.

Feng Xingyu withdrew his gaze and looked back at the night sky.

The night sky was pitch black; neither the stars nor the moon could be seen.

He just stood there, for a very, very long time.

Only when the night breeze gradually cooled his anger, and his breathing became calm and restrained again, did he turn around, walk gently back to the bedroom, and lie down beside her.

Mo Sangyu felt his body temperature in her sleep and instinctively snuggled closer to him.

Feng Xingyu pulled her into his arms, his large hand covering her belly, feeling the occasional movements of the little life beneath his palm.

"Don't worry," he whispered, as if speaking to her, yet also to himself, "I will never let that scene from my memory happen again."

Mo Sangyu, still asleep, vaguely heard these words, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

……

After that day, life returned to normal.

For several months, there were no more of those terrifying, unusual lightning strikes.

On the surface, the couple's mood seemed to gradually calm down, as if everything had truly returned to normal.

But in reality, they always had a nagging feeling.

This calm was more like the stillness before a storm, with an invisible, oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on the heart, making it hard to breathe.

Life continued as usual, but the tacit understanding between the two was now tinged with more vigilance and wariness.

As her due date approached, Feng Xingyu began making all sorts of complicated prenatal preparations, leaving no detail unattended, determined to have everything under control.

As May began, Mo Sangyu's body grew increasingly heavy, and her movements became sluggish.

But compared to the previous period, she is in much better spirits, and her face has a gentler look, as if she is about to become a mother.

To be on the safe side, the couple decided after discussion to be admitted to the hospital half a month earlier than expected for childbirth.

Moreover, Mo Sangyu had made plans from the beginning. Since the heavenly tribulation would descend on the day she gave birth, she could deliver the child via cesarean section before her due date.

Furthermore, being in a maternity hospital where a large number of newborns are born every day, Heaven would have reservations and dare not "take action" in such a place.

However, after packing their hospital bag and successfully entering the hospital, the couple told the doctor their thoughts. After conducting various examinations on Mo Sangyu, the doctor did not agree with their decision to have a cesarean section ahead of schedule.

The reason is simple: all indicators are normal, the fetus is developing without any problems, and a vaginal delivery is entirely possible.

Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu exchanged a glance, both seeing the determination in each other's eyes.

They couldn't wait, nor did they dare to gamble on that "what if".

Mo Sangyu leaned against the headboard and helplessly raised his chin at Feng Xingyu, signaling him to think of a solution.

For Feng Xingyu, isn't this simple?

Feng Xingyu understood perfectly and, taking advantage of the moment when the doctor turned around to write the medical record, used a little special method.

Suddenly, the previously stable fetal heart rate curve on the monitor began to fluctuate violently, emitting a rapid alarm.

"What happened?"

"Fetal heart rate monitoring shows abnormalities; the fetus is experiencing intrauterine distress!"

"Mr. Feng, Mrs. Feng, don't worry. Let's observe for a while. If it still doesn't work, we'll proceed with the C-section immediately."

Several obstetricians and gynecologists rushed over upon hearing the news and conducted another thorough examination on Mo Sangyu.

The results were surprising; the fetus did indeed show problems with various indicators.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu and Mo Sangyu exchanged a glance, a hint of doubt flashing in their eyes.

Feng Xingyu only tampered with the fetal heart rate monitoring machine, so how come the subsequent actual examinations also had problems?

Mo Sangyu quickly realized what was happening and gently placed her hand on her stomach.

It seems the little one inside is cooperating on its own.

This is just too incredible.

The next day, the doctor could no longer bear it. Faced with this sudden and inexplicable intrauterine distress, a cesarean section had to be performed immediately.

The red light outside the operating room came on, and all the pre-operative preparations began in earnest.

Before Mo Sangyu was pushed inside, he suddenly thought of an extremely serious problem.

Because of the soul contract, about 80% of the damage from the cut on her abdomen will be transferred to Feng Xingyu.

The key is that a C-section isn't something that can be done with a single incision, and she can't feel any pain because she's under anesthesia. So what can Feng Xingyu do?

Although he could heal instantly, the pain of having his flesh cut open was very real.

Before entering the operating room, Mo Sangyu tugged at his sleeve and mentioned it to him with some concern, so that he could be mentally prepared.

Feng Xingyu wasn't worried about himself at all; pain didn't bother him, it was nothing to him.

He also knew that Mo Sangyu would be fine, since when he healed, the soul contract would also be reflected in Mo Sangyu, and she would recover soon after the child was removed.

But he couldn't help feeling nervous. He really wanted to go in with the doctor, but he couldn't.

Because he also had to keep watch outside, constantly on guard against the arrival of the heavenly tribulation.

Just to be on the safe side, after Mo Sangyu entered the operating room, he immediately went to the rooftop and set up a barrier, creating a sturdy protective shield for the entire hospital.

After setting it up, he was about to go downstairs when a sudden, tearing pain shot through his stomach.

Feng Xingyu groaned and staggered, grabbing the handrail of the stairs for support.

A layer of fresh blood oozed out, and the wound healed quickly.

But this is only the beginning. After the surface layer heals, the muscle tissue inside continues to tear, as if an invisible knife is repeatedly cutting, layer after layer.

That was the surgery Mo Sangyu was undergoing.

He was in so much pain that he broke out in a cold sweat and slid down the wall to sit on the cold steps of the stairwell, unable to get up for a long time.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the excruciating pain gradually subsided.

He took a deep breath, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, forced himself to stand up, and hurried back to the operating room door.

After waiting at the door for another ten minutes or so, he returned to normal completely.

The operating room door finally opened, and a nurse pushed out a small crib with a relaxed smile on her face: "Congratulations, Mr. Feng, mother and daughter are safe and sound. It's a healthy baby girl."

"It's...a daughter?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingyu's eyes flashed with surprise. His gaze fell on the baby in the crib, a tiny, pink and tender little thing.

The baby lay in swaddling clothes, his features as delicate as a porcelain doll, his skin fair and translucent, his eyelashes long, and he was incredibly docile when he closed his eyes.

The nurse couldn't help but exclaim, "Mr. Feng, this baby is exceptionally beautiful; he's the most beautiful newborn we've ever delivered."

"However, you and Mrs. Feng are both so good-looking, it's no surprise that your child is beautiful."

Feng Xingyu looked down at the child, and the softest part of his heart was deeply touched.

But he was more concerned about Mo Sangyu. After waiting for a long time without any movement from the operating room, he was eager to go in and see her.

The nurse quickly stopped him: "Mr. Feng, don't worry, Mrs. Feng will be out soon."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Mo Sangyu was pushed forward.

The nurses helped to take them back to their ward.

Although the baby was not yet full-term, all indicators were very healthy, and there was no need for an incubator. The baby went directly back to the ward with the mother.

They stayed in a deluxe single room, and after returning to the ward, the doctor gave them some more instructions on postpartum care.

Although these matters were completely unnecessary, he still stood aside and listened patiently to the entire conversation.

During this time, the hospital's doctors and nurses were deeply impressed by the couple's exceptional good looks and Feng Xingyu's meticulous care for his wife.

All the young female doctors and nurses envied Mo Sangyu.

Of course, all we can do is envy them.

After all, Mrs. Feng's looks are a perfect match for Mr. Feng.

No one has ever seen a pregnant woman like her, who, even right after giving birth, still possesses a stunning, aloof beauty.

This couple is simply divine. You can tell from a young age that their child is also incredibly good-looking.

In the ward, Feng Xingyu held Mo Sangyu's hand tightly, his heart filled with indescribable excitement and relief.

Ayu really did give birth to a daughter for him, and the expected heavenly tribulation did not descend.

Whether it was because the hospital had a large and powerful population that Heaven was wary of, or for some other reason, they have at least escaped a calamity.

With the safe birth of her child, Mo Sangyu's spiritual energy was rapidly returning, and the period of greatest weakness had passed.

The immediate problem they face is that they must be discharged from the hospital immediately.

Because before the next doctor's rounds, Mo Sangyu's body will have fully recovered.

The fact that a cesarean section incision could disappear into thin air in such a short time is simply inexplicable to modern medicine.

Mo Sangyu leaned against the headboard, too lazy to think, and raised an eyebrow at him.

Feng Xingyu understands.

After a short while, the hospital director rushed back to the ward with a serious expression, carrying several documents, and explained to the doctors and nurses making rounds.

"Mrs. Feng's situation is quite special. Her family has arranged for a top-notch private medical team to take over her rehabilitation, and she is now ready to be discharged from the hospital."

With absolute power and the legitimate reason of "a professional team taking over," the doctors felt it was risky to discharge the patient so soon after the cesarean section, but they could only respect the family's decision.

The procedures were completed very quickly.

Feng Xingyu gently picked up Mo Sangyu and steadily pushed the baby stroller with his other hand. Amidst the envious yet reluctant gazes of the nurses, he strode out of the hospital.

"Sure, Feng Xiaoqi."

In less than a year, this man quietly made money and even got to know the director of the maternal and child hospital.

If we let him continue living here, will he end up developing into a top-tier conglomerate?

"To prevent problems before they arise, I checked the director's information when you registered at that hospital, and also took the opportunity to get to know him."

"Um."

Mo Sangyu gave him a thumbs up.

The couple became a family of three.

When he got home, everything was already prepared, and Feng Xingyu had also learned in advance how to be a competent stay-at-home dad.

The imagined chaos did not occur; they did not hire a nanny or a wet nurse.

Feng Xingyu personally took care of everything from bathing the child, changing diapers, preparing formula, burping the baby, and putting him to sleep.

After returning home, Mo Sangyu's body and figure recovered to their best condition, and her spiritual power also returned to its peak.

Aside from the ordeal the pregnancy caused her and Feng Xingyu during it, the child did not cause any irreversible damage to her body after birth.

Besides Mo Sangyu's strong physical condition, the main reason for her rapid recovery was the binding of the soul contract, which allowed the Phoenix Resurrection Technique to feed back onto her.

Even the postpartum period can be skipped.

Mo Sangyu took a nice, relaxing shower, and when she came out, she saw Feng Xingyu breastfeeding her daughter.

He sat on the sofa, holding a tiny baby in his arms, his movements so practiced they were astonishing.

He steadily supported his daughter's neck and back with one hand, allowing her to lie half-reclined in the crook of his arm at an extremely comfortable angle.

With the other hand, hold the bottle at a perfect 45-degree angle, ensuring the nipple is filled with warm milk without any air.

The little one ate with focused attention, sucking away with his pink little mouth, occasionally letting out a satisfied swallowing sound.

Feng Xingyu lowered his eyelids, his dark red eyes filled with tenderness and patience.

The white dumpling lay obediently beside the crib, its round eyes fixed on the suddenly arriving little one, tilting its head and making soft purring sounds.

"Have you decided on a name for your daughter?"

Mo Sangyu walked out wearing a milky white silk nightgown. The smooth silk fabric clung to her newly recovered, graceful figure. Her long, wet hair cascaded down her shoulders, making her aloof and ethereal face appear even more fair and captivating.

"Go register her household in a few days, and while you're at it, think of a way to transfer your household registration here as well."

"I've made up my mind."

Feng Xingyu subconsciously responded, then looked up and his gaze met Mo Sangyu's smiling eyes.

Seeing Mo Sangyu's languid yet stunning appearance, Feng Xingyu's eyes darkened instantly, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

"Ayu, why are you dressed like this?"