Chapter 411 -151 Huang Wan’er: I Am Pregnant (10,000 Words Subscription Request)_6
Chapter 411 -151 Huang Wan’er: I Am Pregnant (10,000 Words Subscription Request)_6
Chen Jie was baffled, “Wife, is your heart really that big? At a time like this, you’re still concerned about whether others will be looked down upon?”
Su Yunjin said, “Husband, do you know when is the most agonizing?”
Chen Jie looked at Su Yunjin, and she continued, “Waiting.”
“On the battlefield, where sword encounters blade, if a sword cuts you down, you just die. What I fear most is having your head chopped off. They tell you that the execution is at 3:45 PM. From that moment they inform the prisoner until 3:45 PM, when the head hits the ground, it’s the most terrifying.”
“Once the sword truly falls and a head rolls off, you are released. Husband, I know that you will not have only me as a woman. I would guess who this woman is, whether she is easy to get along with, whether she is sincere or deceitful towards you, husband, and whether she would harm me and Ruirui.”
“With such speculation, my heart is in turmoil, but that day I saw Sister Huang, she too is a person of misfortune, and not difficult to get along with, so I put my mind at ease, and felt much better.”
Hearing his wife’s words, Chen Jie fell into deep thought. Had he always been considering things with a modern mindset, mistaking the women of this world?
However, he dares not to take Huang Wan’er into the household just yet, especially with Nan Batian lurking.
The gap between his power and Nan Batian’s was still evident.
A direct confrontation with him would likely result in his own demise and a Pyrrhic victory for Nan Batian!
Yet, having resolved the conflict between the two women, Chen Jie’s attitude towards them changed from his previous ways. He grew more tolerant of Huang Wan’er, only to discover that this mad woman was actually a pitiful creature, her madness driven by frenzied neurosis.
Her aberrant behavior was a form of self-protection, misunderstood by most.
Chen Jie dressed himself, and Huang Wan’er too rustled as she put on her clothes, then stood up to straighten Chen Jie’s attire.
Chen Jie noticed her hairpin was a bit messy, so he reached out to tidy it, and they exchanged smiles. He then turned and left through the window.
As he had barely cleared the window and reached the rooftop, he saw an old nun with a grave expression standing there. Chen Jie nodded at her, and then promptly left.
Indeed, that old nun was Master Jingxiang from Jixiang Temple.
There was no way Master Jingxiang didn’t know about Chen Jie’s visits, which took place every half month; especially since sometimes the noise was louder, it was impossible to hide, particularly from a nun at the Iron Bone Realm.
But Chen Jie was not afraid, after talking to her once.
He made clear the stakes. “It was your negligence that allowed a rapist to pluck the flower here. Do you think Nan Batian will vent his anger on you?”
“Moreover, my wife is forbidden by Nan Batian. With what has happened, do you think Guild Leader Nan won’t silence you by eliminating Jixiang Temple completely to keep the secret?”
“In the end, if you were to disclose the secret, even if he doesn’t annihilate your temple, do you think I wouldn’t be able to?”
“So, Master, perhaps it’s best to pretend ignorance. It’s better for you, for me, and for Nan Batian, right?”
Thus, Master Jingxiang became aware of the matter.
Chen Jie emerged from the house and then saw five or six people waiting for him in the forest.
Xiao Hu was leading them.
The other four were members of the Hu Wei, all ready to lay down their lives for Chen Jie.
When Chen Jie came out, Xiao Hu said, “Hall Master.”
“Let’s head back to the city,” Chen Jie replied.
“Yes.”
Xiao Hu acknowledged, and the group instantly moved toward Mianshui City.
Meanwhile, back in the house, with Chen Jie gone, Huang Wan’er sat there as Du Juan pushed open the door, bringing with her a basin of warm water.
As the door opened, a draft swept in.
Feeling the cool breeze, Huang Wan’er suddenly felt nauseous, covering her mouth and beginning to retch.
“Oh, oh…”
Seeing this, Du Juan immediately came over and patted her on the back, “Wife, you feel sick again, what shall we do?”
“I’m fine, oh, oh…”
Huang Wan’er waved her hand.
Du Juan said, “But wife, this retching without any clear reason—I asked around, and they… they say it only happens to pregnant women. Wife, you couldn’t be pregnant, could you?”
“Oh, oh…”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Huang Wan’er soothed her chest, then stretched out her hand to wash it in the basin, wiped her mouth, although there was nothing there, just dry heaving.
Du Juan suggested, “Wife, why don’t you tell Grandpa Chen, let him think of a solution. Otherwise, in a few months, if you start to show, how are we going to explain it to the Gang Leader?”
Du Juan was sweating with anxiety.
What kind of scene would it be if the Gang Leader knew the wife was pregnant?
Huang Wan’er sipped some tea to calm down and laughed, “Hehe, if he asks then, I’ll just say it’s his.”
Hearing this, Du Juan nearly cried, “Wife, stop joking. Everyone knows the Gang Leader’s condition—he can’t cause anyone to get pregnant.”
“Yes, how could he impregnate someone?”
“Then I’ll just say it was a gift from The Bodhisattva Guanyin, pitying him and granting him a descendant, how about that?”
“Wife!”
Du Juan was on the verge of tears, and Huang Wan’er said, “Alright, alright, I won’t scare you anymore. I’ll think of something.”
Upon hearing this, Du Juan looked at Huang Wan’er and said, “Wife, I’ve actually thought of something.”
“Yes?”
Huang Wan’er looked at Du Juan, who then said, “I know a midwife in the city. Shall I get some abortion drugs from her? Let’s end this pregnancy.”
“No, that won’t do!”
Huang Wan’er suddenly stood up agitatedly, “This is my child. If you dare to threaten him, I’ll kill you!”
Huang Wan’er gazed at Du Juan with a crazed expression, her face filled with murderous intent.