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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
