While Fu Nanzhi went in for her examination, Shen Yi, sitting on a chair, pulled out his phone to look something up.
A quick search reminded him—the blood HCG test checks for human chorionic gonadotropin levels.
In simpler terms, it determines whether the subject is pregnant, though the results can reveal much more: early pregnancy, ectopic pregnancy, miscarriage risks, and other conditions.
It’s widely used because it’s the fastest and most accurate method.
Most people wouldn’t be familiar with this, but in his simulations, Shen Yi had already fathered several children, accompanying his partners through countless check-ups, so he had a vague recollection of it.
Given the prior use of the serum, Shen Yi couldn’t believe Fu Nanzhi had any gynecological issues—which left only one possibility...
His hands trembled slightly as he considered it.
Consort Mei might enjoy teasing Fu Nanzhi, but she wouldn’t play such a cruel joke. If she’d sent Fu Nanzhi for this test without reason, she must have noticed something.
"Could luck really be on our side this quickly?"
Shen Yi scratched his head, counting the days on his fingers.
From the moment he’d administered the serum to Fu Nanzhi, only seven days and one night had passed.
Timing-wise, it wasn’t impossible—but the sheer fortune of it left even him unprepared.
Just then, Fu Nanzhi emerged, pressing a cotton swab to her fingertip.
The whole process had taken mere minutes. Meeting her gaze, Shen Yi opened his mouth to speak, but excitement surged in his chest. He forced himself to stay calm—this was still just speculation. The results would confirm it.
Fu Nanzhi had endured so much already. If this turned out to be true, it would be wonderful—but if it was a false hope, her disappointment would be crushing. He had to be mindful of her emotions.
His thoughts raced, and what came out instead was:
"Done already? That was fast."
"Yeah, blood tests are quick. Just a prick, a drop of blood, and some disinfectant."
Fu Nanzhi nodded, then added,
"The results won’t take long. Consort Mei said she’d rush them—about half an hour to an hour. Let’s go wait in her office."
"Sure."
Shen Yi took her hand, and they returned to Consort Mei’s office.
"Sit," Consort Mei said without looking up, her reading glasses perched halfway down her nose.
"I’m reviewing something. Make yourselves comfortable."
"Don’t mind me—Fu Nanzhi, help yourself to tea if you’d like."
"Got it, thanks," Fu Nanzhi replied quickly.
"Please don’t worry about us, Consort Mei."
The room fell quiet, save for the rustling of papers as Consort Mei flipped through documents.
Fu Nanzhi settled beside Shen Yi on the sofa, whispering to avoid disturbing her.
The wait dragged on, and Fu Nanzhi, having skipped breakfast, felt her stomach growl. Listless, she quietly discussed lunch options with Shen Yi, carefree for the moment.
Shen Yi, however, was far more anxious than she was—but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He shifted restlessly in his seat, waiting for the results.
Fortunately, they didn’t have to wait long. About forty minutes later, a knock sounded at the door.
Consort Mei called, "Come in."
A white-coated assistant entered, placing a report on the desk.
"Director Mei, the results are in. Here you go."
With a smile, Consort Mei took it.
"Thank you, Little Han."
"Ah, no need for thanks," Little Han demurred before excusing himself.
"Well, here we are. Sorry for the wait."
Consort Mei adjusted her glasses and finally looked at the report.
Shen Yi and Fu Nanzhi exchanged a glance before moving to sit across from her, bracing themselves.
The report was a single page, front and back, its contents skimmed in seconds.
Soon, Consort Mei set it down, her expression grave as she turned to Fu Nanzhi.
Fu Nanzhi’s heart lurched. Her mind raced—was she seriously ill?
But she couldn’t believe it. In her past life, she’d been healthy, living well into her eighties or nineties. How could she suddenly have a terminal condition?
Just as her thoughts spiraled, Consort Mei’s stern facade cracked into laughter.
"Hah! Got you, didn’t I?"
"Ugh—!"
Fu Nanzhi clutched her chest, glaring.
"Consort Mei, that was mean!"
Even Shen Yi had been on edge.
"Sorry, sorry," Consort Mei chuckled, not wanting to push the joke too far.
"I’m just happy to see you so lively again."
"Don’t worry—it’s good news."
She patted Fu Nanzhi’s hand, beaming.
"Congratulations, Fu Nanzhi. You’re... pregnant!"
Fu Nanzhi froze.
"...What?"
"You’re pregnant!" Consort Mei repeated cheerfully.
"R-Really? You’re not lying to me?"
Fu Nanzhi’s voice trembled, her lips quivering.
Consort Mei swiveled her chair to face her fully, tapping the report.
"Of course not. Numbers don’t lie. Look—"
"This line shows your blood HCG levels. How could that be wrong?"
This time, the words registered—but Fu Nanzhi’s mind still struggled to process them.
Pregnancy felt like a distant concept, something that had never applied to her.
Shen Yi exhaled in relief, his excitement surpassing hers. He gripped her shoulders, calling her name joyfully.
"Fu Nanzhi!"
He marveled at Consort Mei’s perceptiveness—how had she even guessed?
Fu Nanzhi finally snapped out of her daze. Elation exploded in her chest, a tingling rush surging from her toes to her scalp, leaving her lightheaded.
Her expression flickered between shock and joy, her lips parting in a smile—only for a sob to escape instead.
Tears spilled abruptly as she laughed and cried at once, her face a mix of absurdity and heartbreak.
Shen Yi immediately pulled her into an embrace, rubbing her back soothingly, murmuring reassurances.
Fu Nanzhi clung to him, wordless, her grip tight.
Consort Mei folded her hands, smiling fondly, giving them their moment.
She couldn’t fully grasp Fu Nanzhi’s overwhelming joy, but she knew this happiness belonged solely to them.
It took a while before Fu Nanzhi finally calmed.
No news could have made her happier.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
