The feeling of being pregnant wasn't great.
But Little Wei's constitution was decent—aside from not being able to run or jump, things like morning sickness were completely absent.
However, when Little Wei learned that morning sickness didn’t even exist in this world, she fell silent.
Still, there were perks to pregnancy.
For example, getting to watch Ling Wanbai wait on her hand and foot. Little Wei found it absolutely delightful—she could eat whatever she wanted, and just raising a hand was enough for someone to know she was thirsty.
"Ah, this is the life," Little Wei stretched her arms and leaned back on the balcony lounge chair.
Being pregnant was such a wonderful thing!
Ling Wanbai didn’t know what to say when she saw her like that.
Maybe the word "lazy" was the only thing that could lift Little Wei’s mood.
Oh well. She had to spoil her anyway—what else could she do, especially since the little one was already in this state?
"You still need to be careful. The due date is almost here," Ling Wanbai couldn’t help but express concern.
Once the baby was born, they could leave.
It had been nearly half a year, and there was still no sign of that so-called "host." Even using her spiritual senses, Ling Wanbai couldn’t detect any trace of them.
Logically, a soul lingering in the normal world for this long should have dissipated long ago.
Ling Wanbai found the outcome a bit regrettable.
After all, judging by the host’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like their first time.
While Ling Wanbai was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Little Wei yelp.
"Holy crap, my water just broke."
Ling Wanbai: "..."
Way to ruin the moment.
She had been about to feel sorry for Little Wei, but hearing that nearly made her burst out laughing.
"What’s so funny?" Little Wei was in excruciating pain.
She had truly never imagined pregnancy would be such a "wonderful" experience.
"No joking around. I’ll take you to the hospital right away," Ling Wanbai quickly fetched a wheelchair.
Truthfully, she could have performed the procedure herself, but to avoid raising Little Wei’s suspicions, she had to leave it to the hospital doctors. Fortunately, this world’s medical technology was advanced, and childbirth was handled efficiently.
"Your efficiency really is impressive," Zhang Yunxiao remarked, looking at Ling Wanbai with a hint of admiration.
Beside him stood Zhong Ruyue, who seemed slightly anxious.
"Ah, Little Wei is still so young," Zhong Ruyue sighed.
Ling Wanbai stayed silent.
She suspected Zhong Ruyue was calling her a beast, but she had no proof.
"She’s old enough," Ling Wanbai rubbed her nose.
She wasn’t sure how to communicate with these two, but for Little Wei’s friends, she was willing to extend kindness.
Even if Little Wei was just a passing figure in their lives.
Still…
Little Wei always seemed to cherish relationships deeply.
After tricking Zhang Yunxiao, she had compensated him with plenty of snacks and such.
Meanwhile, in the operating room, the doctor and Little Wei were staring at each other.
"Can we not use a scalpel?"
"What do you want then? A natural birth? You’re not afraid of the pain?" the doctor asked.
"With your current technology, can’t you just teleport the baby out of my stomach?" Little Wei had already been given anesthesia, but the sight of the scalpel still made her wince.
That one cut was going to be brutal.
"Don’t worry, little girl. I’ll be quick."
Slice—
Little Wei felt the blade glide across her skin—an undeniably unpleasant sensation.
By the time she fainted from fright, she heard the cry of a newborn.
When Si saw the baby girl, a flicker of joy crossed her expression.
The child was wrinkled, almost monkey-like, but there was a faint resemblance in the eyes.
"How is she?" Zhong Ruyue had just arrived when she froze in place.
Not just her—even Zhang Yunxiao stood rooted to the spot.
Time stood still.
Freezing time across an entire world was something only a god could do.
A door materialized before Si, and the original Ning Xiaowei stepped out, glancing at the baby.
"Thank you," she said.
"She was even dieting before—might’ve passed on some good traits to this body. Oh well," Ling Wanbai glanced at the child.
The baby was unaffected, after all—it was her child.
Though she had borrowed Ling Wanbai’s body, she had used her own soul during intimacy.
So Ling Wanbai remained untouched.
"I’ll erase their memories of the child. As for you and Ling Wanbai… your future is up to you."
"Mm," Ning Xiaowei’s face flushed slightly.
Ling Wanbai waved a hand toward the operating room before vanishing.
Meanwhile, the Ning Xiaowei in the operating room was teleported back to the academy.
She still had to transfer schools.
But at least she and Ling Wanbai were acquainted now.
There was plenty of time—no need to rush.
When Little Wei returned to the space, her mind was blank, utterly dazed.
All she could think was—what just happened?
She tried to speak, but her throat still hurt.
"Si," she called tentatively.
"Mm," Si responded immediately.
She had just handed the baby over to the company. The excess emotions had been extracted, and the company would handle the upbringing, with her checking in occasionally. The child would grow up well.
Truthfully, she could have left the baby with Ling Wanbai and Ning Xiaowei.
But on second thought, she decided against it.
She and Little Wei still had countless worlds to traverse. Having a child like this was rare—once Little Wei learned everything, she could see the child then.
For now, though, she shielded Little Wei’s memories.
It would disrupt her focus.
"Here’s the reward for this mission."
Si conjured a water-blue treasure chest.
"No golden legend this time?" Little Wei rubbed her chin.
But then again, she had basically coasted through this world, so she could accept this.
Little Wei didn’t open the chest immediately, first checking the mission completion stats. Come to think of it, she still hadn’t figured out who the main couple was in this world.
But this time, the mission panel looked different.
Novel Title: Even Angels Will Love Me
Main Story Unlocked: 70% (Deduced antagonist’s identity through reasoning)
Main Mission Completion: 100% (Facilitated the main couple’s romance, guided the world’s plot back on track, and averted the tragedy of the interstellar world’s destruction.)
Main Mission Reward: 50% of the original host’s Soul Light, plus points.
Current Ranking: 12,111
Current Points: 2,000
Little Wei nearly fainted at the ranking, but the points were decent. She checked the backend—2,000 points displayed.
Though there weren’t many tangible rewards this time, the biggest gains were the staff and the AI core.
"Little Wei, I’ve made the bed for you!"
A cheerful, childish voice rang in her ears.
Little Wei absorbed the Soul Light into her body and glanced at the little girl. She seemed to have grown a bit taller.
"You look like an eight- or nine-year-old now," Little Wei remarked in surprise.
"Hehe, thanks to you! With a body, I can grow faster—especially since the interstellar world has so much energy."
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