Jiang Che carried Shen Yu back to the Jiang residence.
During this time, Mo Lianxing inside the Spirit Nurturing Ring remained silent, but this gossip-loving woman was undoubtedly still secretly watching.
Oh, you love peeking, do you? Well, tonight, I’ll give you a show you won’t forget!
Jiang Che lightly licked his thin lips.
Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Nurturing Ring, Mo Lianxing was lounging comfortably in the immortal spring, utterly enamored with the place. It was filled with spiritual energy for cultivation, stocked with premium spirit stones, and the environment was simply divine.
“Ah… Ah-choo!”
Mo Lianxing suddenly sneezed.
“Huh? How strange. As a soul, how could I sneeze? Someone must be talking about me behind my back!”
Mo Lianxing was instantly on guard, and her first thought was Jiang Che.
At most, I might become his cultivation partner, but I’ll never bear his child!
...
“Jiang Che!!! You finally decided to come back!!! Where have you been gallivanting around, you pervert?!”
Yu Wan’er had been lying in wait for a while now. The little girl had been nursing quite a grudge against Jiang Che lately.
His excessive doting on other women had her worried she might be falling out of favor.
“Huh? Shen… Shen Yu jiejie?”
Yu Wan’er blinked her big eyes, her anger vanishing in an instant as she transformed from a furious brat into an obedient little doll.
“Oh, your Shen Yu jiejie is pregnant, so I brought her back to the Jiang family,” Jiang Che said nonchalantly.
Crack—
Yu Wan’er froze on the spot. After a few seconds, a dark shadow seemed to loom over her petite frame. Though tiny, the aura around her suggested she was about to explode like a powder keg—just one poke away from detonation.
“Pregnant?”
Yu Wan’er tilted her head, staring at Jiang Che with eyes that seemed to lose their sparkle, a clear sign of impending darkening.
“Ahem.”
Jiang Che placed Shen Yu on the sofa, then walked over to Yu Wan’er, scooping her up and planting several kisses on her cheeks. The girl, already three shades darker, was instantly pacified.
“You filthy thing, don’t touch me! Or I’ll pour cement down your throat!”
Her short legs flailed in the air.
“Heh… You think you can go dark? You silly little gremlin.”
Jiang Che tugged at the unruly strand of hair sticking up from Yu Wan’er’s head, smirking disdainfully.
Yu Wan’er’s personality was like that of a grade-schooler—when upset, she’d switch to a dark-themed profile picture and post on social media: The sweetest water is blood, the most beautiful place is hell. The sky isn’t blue anymore, promises are just lies (Note: Officially darkened).
Gritting her teeth, Yu Wan’er glared at Jiang Che, but with her cowlick firmly in his grip, she couldn’t move.
After a while, Jiang Che finally set her down.
“She’s really pregnant?”
“Would I lie? If I didn’t use cultivation techniques during our ‘study sessions,’ do you think you’d be pregnant too?” Jiang Che raised a brow.
Yu Wan’er: “......”
Scary… If he really did that, I’d probably be on my second kid by now.
She shot Jiang Che a look. “Ugh, you playboy! Shen Yu jiejie is only 19, and you got her pregnant… So irresponsible!”
Then, her gaze shifted to Shen Yu.
Honestly, upon hearing the news, she felt a strange twinge of… envy?
Jiang Che saw right through her.
“What? Wan’er, you want to have one for me too? It’s not impossible… Even though you’re a tiny gremlin, my system has plenty of pregnancy-safe elixirs to make it painless—”
“Ew! Who’d want your stupid baby? Get lost, you pig!”
Yu Wan’er pinched Jiang Che hard, then scurried over to Shen Yu.
Soon, the news of Shen Yu’s pregnancy spread among all the girls in Jiang Che’s household.
Even Chen Ningshuang, who had been in seclusion preparing to break through to the Shattering Heaven realm, emerged.
Chen Ningshuang, Su Mianmian, Ye Mengyao, Qin Qiaoqiao—they all gathered around Shen Yu, leaving her slightly dazed.
“Wow, Shen Yu, you’re really having a baby?” Ye Mengyao asked excitedly, rubbing her hands together as she sat beside her.
The girls’ expressions varied, but most were filled with genuine happiness.
Only Bai Jie was different. The girl was genuinely upset. She should have been the first to bear Jiang Che’s child—why Shen Yu?
She swore no one loved Jiang Che more than she did! So why?!
Shen Yu doesn’t even have feelings for him! This isn’t fair!!!
Jiang Che: “......”
He could feel Bai Jie’s resentment from a mile away.
Among his harem, while Yu Wan’er might throw tantrums, she was ultimately obedient. The real challenge was Bai Jie, the obsessive little vixen.
If not for the system’s “Harem Leader” effect, Bai Jie wouldn’t just be a lovestruck girl—she’d be a full-blown yandere.
With her tendencies, she’d never tolerate other women around Jiang Che, and his life would be chaos.
Thank you, system! Bless you!
Still, Jiang Che had a headache. Bai Jie’s current mood meant he had to reassure her, or she might do something drastic.
After all, this was the girl who once spiked Ye Mengyao’s drink at her coming-of-age ceremony. When provoked, her boldness knew no bounds.
[Bai Jie, I promise… the next one will be yours.]
Jiang Che sent her a mental message.
Bai Jie’s face instantly brightened, all gloom vanishing.
She didn’t say anything, just blushed and lowered her head. She’d already picked out names for their future children over a decade ago.
...
Word of Shen Yu’s pregnancy spread like wildfire.
It soon reached Jiang Yunli and Jiang Yuan.
That very night, the two rushed to the Jiang residence.
“Sweetie, I heard one of my daughters-in-law is pregnant! Is it true?”
Jiang Yunli removed her sunglasses—this youthful mother was the epitome of fashion—while Jiang Yuan trailed behind, dragging a suitcase.
“Hmm… Let me guess. Is it our dear Wan’er?”
She walked up to Yu Wan’er. With her sharp eye, she could tell this little doll was her son’s favorite. Honestly, she adored the tiny, milk-sweet girl too.
“Eh? N-Not me!” Yu Wan’er waved her hands in panic.
“Then is it Mengyao or Qiaoqiao?”
Ye Mengyao and Qin Qiaoqiao immediately straightened up, shaking their heads vigorously.
“Huh? Then who?” Jiang Yunli frowned.
“Mom, stop guessing. It’s Shen Yu,” Jiang Che interjected helplessly, pointing at the girl on the sofa.