Chapter 26 Pregnant with His Child

Siyao was momentarily at a loss for words, choking on her response. Hearing the restrained laughter on the other end, she belatedly flushed with embarrassment.

The voice on the line spoke again, “Come home early.”

The call ended.

Siyao let her head fall against the steering wheel, exhaling a long, deep breath.

Her phone vibrated softly.

Siyao...

So my original purpose shifted; I turned from a passionate youth vowing to slay the corrupted beasts into the leader of the world’s greatest malignancy.

At this moment, Lian Cheng Yiyao was tightly clutching Liunian’s hand, his gaze never once leaving Ling Qing. He seemed agitated, his emotions unstable. Even from this distance, I couldn’t make out what he was saying, much to my frustration. In the end, I watched as one of the guards scolded him for his foolishness and forced him back to his seat, finally bringing some peace.

Soon after, Uncle Fu arrived, accompanied by several loyal subordinates carrying trays of food. Because of Mu Tian’s distinct hair color, Uncle Fu did not summon the usual household staff but instead called upon a few trusted confidants.

When I finished speaking, I realized how foolish and naive I was. In the end, I placed the gift down and turned to leave, for I could not refuse a mother’s wish to protect her child, even if it was only an excuse.

After locking eyes for a moment, Death rose from the ground, clutching her chest and watching Fang Bai warily. She didn’t look well, and the Void she had just battled had already noticed and was now coming for her.

“Speak!” Huangfu Yi’s voice was cold as ice, sending shivers down Xiao Keli’s spine.

No one knew how much time passed before Lin Tianya finally lifted his head. A faint smile appeared on his lips.

These words made Su Yiqing harbor a quiet suspicion. She didn’t think Joey was someone who would bluff or brush her off—did he truly not care about that vast inheritance?

Nangong Ling’s mind was in turmoil. On one hand, he believed Shan Ya’s heart was cruel after seeing his father’s heart attack and Shan Ya’s lack of response. On the other, he felt she was innocent. Which was the truth? He was determined to uncover the cause of his father’s illness.

A man stepped out of the Lamborghini, wearing black sunglasses and topped with a black hat. A black trench coat enveloped his tall, sturdy frame—a textbook example of the mature, distinguished gentleman.

No one knew how long the kiss lasted before Nangong Ling finally let her go. The moment he did, Shan Ya raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

She dialed several numbers on the phone, spoke a few polite phrases, then tossed a dismissive line at Gu Yiran.

The corner of her lips curled slightly into a calm smile. She ignored the other woman’s words, adjusted her headset, and handed an earpiece to Lian Ruoye beside her. A familiar melody echoed again and again in their ears.

But this time, the Silver-armored Heavenly Dragon was more real than any Li Jing had ever summoned before. Its form and appearance were identical, down to the finest detail, to the golden divine dragon in his mind.

No wonder—the production crew was simply too formidable. There was a long-renowned actor from China, a Hollywood superstar from America, and the infamous director Han Qiu. It would be impossible for such a cast not to draw attention.

The old man allowed a faint smile, withdrew his hand, and let the sword’s demon-banishing energy strike him.

A gentle smile graced Shui Qing’er’s face. Bai Tong had been recovering well lately. As long as she woke up, she could be moved from the intensive care unit to a regular ward.

Yin Yiming’s heart already belonged to another, and Bai Shu was a true gentleman. Even if there was a possibility in the future, there was none now.