The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot novel Chapter 1144

Chapter 1144: Chapter 20: High-Profile Announcement—Emperor Ying Is Pregnant (Part 3)

"Yueyue, happy birthday." Ying Zijin said, "The birthday present will be delivered at 9:12 tomorrow. Remember to pick it up."

"Master Fu." Di Wu Yue was teary-eyed, "Where are you? Can I come to you? He’s bullying me."

Xize’s Adam’s apple bobbed, slightly hoarse: "Boss."

"It’s so late, and you two are still together." Ying Zijin nodded, "Have you won her over?"

"Yes, I have."

"No, it’s just the trial period."

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

"I see." Ying Zijin raised her eyebrows, unhurriedly, "It seems you need to keep working hard."

Xize: "..."

He’s seriously starting to think about Fu Yunshen’s words, wondering if seduction really works.

Perhaps it’s worth a try.

**

Everything went back to normal.

The news that Xize Laurent had a partner spread globally in just ten days.

It matched his usual flamboyant style.

As for whether he was chased and beaten by Di Wu Chuan, that was not something Ying Zijin needed to worry about.

She and Fu Yunshen had been away for over half a month.

Today was March 24th, her twentieth birthday, spent at sea.

She’s lived for a very long time, but only in this life has she seriously started celebrating birthdays.

The cake was personally made by Fu Yunshen, in the chocolate flavor Ying Zijin liked.

On top, he wrote in his own hand—

Little Fate, happy birthday.

He had many terms of endearment for her, especially when it was deep in the night, calling her with different tones.

But sometimes, he didn’t limit it to just nights.

Ying Zijin straightened up, took a bite of the cake, and slowly furrowed her brows.

Fu Yunshen knew her taste; the cake he made was cream-free, not greasy.

Yet today, just one bite gave her a nauseous feeling.

"Can’t eat?" Fu Yunshen asked, "No appetite?"

"Yes." Ying Zijin yawned, "Maybe I’m not hungry."

Aside from their status as Sages, they were also Peak Ancient Martial Artists.

Ancient martial artists of this level wouldn’t have a problem not eating for a month.

"Not hungry?" Fu Yunshen also frowned.

But then, as if thinking of something, he raised his hand, clasped the girl’s wrist, and accurately found her pulse.

One second, two seconds, three seconds later...

Fu Yunshen’s expression turned from casual to gradually solemn, his back tensed up.

A thin layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead.

Ying Zijin was still enjoying the sea breeze. After a long time, he still hadn’t let go of her hand: "Why are you so slow."

Doctors cannot treat themselves.

She didn’t know what he had discerned.

Fu Yunshen didn’t speak, got up, went to the cabin, and brought a blanket, covering Ying Zijin with it.

Then he lifted her horizontally in his arms.

At this point, they had set off from the coastal region of the Eurasian continent and were now close to Antarctica, planning to first see the aurora.

For the Sage World, which had granted powers to other Sages, she could completely control the weather, create an aurora.

But Ying Zijin did not want to do so.

She liked the life of ordinary people, with flesh and blood, filled with a lively atmosphere, observing the mountains, rivers, and seas.

Ying Zijin looked up, expressionless: "It’s broad daylight, what are you doing?"

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