WRA CH57

Chapter 57: A Resolute Opponent of a Second Child

“I’m not greedy; one is enough.”

Zhou Sicheng rinsed the suds off Xiang Zhen’s body, wrapped him in a bathrobe, and placed him on the bed.

Xiang Zhen’s skin was fair and smooth. A human skin that had only been in use for a few years, it was milky white, tender, and bouncy, feeling just like a peeled hard-boiled egg.

Taking advantage of drying his body, Zhou Sicheng squeezed and kneaded him all over, leaving quite a few spots pinched red.

Afterward, he went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Lying on his stomach on the bed, Xiang Zhen first tapped into the group chat, recounting the conversation he had with his husband today.

[Xiang Zhen: This is how I persuaded my materialist hubby! You guys should try it too!]

[Bai Qi: How about this house? It’s located right in the middle of the three of us. We’ll hold our meetings here from now on. I’m going to remodel it; what style do you guys like?]

Xiang Zhen hurriedly offered his valuable input, sending a picture of Zhou Sicheng’s conference room.

This has a great meeting atmosphere.

Next, he pulled open the nightstand drawer and took out the ultrasound scan to admire it. “Baby, you’re so cute.”

To have such a perfect initial form, who knows how much he would look like Zhou Sicheng once he’s born.

Xiang Zhen’s large flower disc had 109 tiny florets. In principle, he could give birth to that many, but currently, only one had been successfully pollinated.

Propping his chin in his hand, Xiang Zhen pondered: if he gave birth to a hundred, and the money was divided equally, it would be equivalent to Zhou Sicheng’s assets shrinking a hundredfold. Then he would have perfectly completed the proletarian supervision task assigned to him by Professor Xu.

Dropping from the trillionaire club down to a mere ten billion—looking at it that way, it was much more down-to-earth.

Xiang Zhen sent this genius idea to the group chat.

[Bai Qi: Not necessarily. Zhou Sicheng might leave all his wealth to just one of the children.]

[Dou Manning: That’s way too evil.]

[Xiang Zhen: !!]

Xiang Zhen couldn’t quite understand it. He pushed open the bathroom door barefoot and saw Zhou Sicheng standing under the showerhead, his hand currently…

“Hubby, pause for a second, I want to ask you a question.”

Zhou Sicheng tilted his neck back and turned his head slightly: “Wifey, speak.”

It was fine. Xiang Zhen could interrupt him doing anything; he didn’t feel bitter about it at all.

Xiang Zhen: “Hubby, if you had a hundred babies, would you divide your wealth equally among them?”

Zhou Sicheng: “No.”

Xiang Zhen: “Why? Every single one is your baby.”

Zhou Sicheng said scathingly: “Out of a hundred, what would the defect rate be? There might even be criminal babies among them.”

Xiang Zhen was stunned. This was an angle he had never considered. His husband truly had remarkable foresight.

Knowing that sunflowers were highly prolific, Zhou Sicheng had to nip this notion of Xiang Zhen’s in the bud: “So, wifey, having just one is enough. Even if he turns out useless, I’ll twist him into shape. Any more than that, and I won’t be able to manage.”

Just the first pregnancy had put them through so much agony; he absolutely refused to have a second child. Just the thought of experiencing Xiang Zhen’s morning sickness all over again gave Zhou Sicheng psychological trauma.

The moment the little sunflower seed was born, he was definitely going to spank its bottom.

Zhou Sicheng’s time was precious. With a hundred kids, he’d have to spend from morning to night just spanking them.

Xiang Zhen suddenly saw the light. If his hubby had to raise that many children, he wouldn’t have much time to spend with him.

Sorry, Professor Xu, I can’t execute this mission. I’ll teach one baby well, but I can’t handle any more. It would be terrible if a sunflower seed baby went off and committed crimes.

Xiang Zhen lowered his gaze, looking at his husband’s there. It seemed to be at the critical point of eruption; it didn’t have to go to waste.

Blushing, he said: “Then… do you want to make another baby?”

Zhou Sicheng staunchly objected. He turned on the faucet, washing away the root of all evil along with the suds: “No. Are you tired of playing on your phone?”

They hadn’t even finished having the first one, and Zhou Sicheng didn’t even know what he’d have to face after the first birth, yet Xiang Zhen dared to think about a second.

Xiang Zhen wasn’t tired of his phone: “But the country is urging people to have three children now. Hubby, didn’t you say that entrepreneurs follow national policies?”

Times had changed. The line Bai Qi wrote in the Guide to Adulthood, “Fewer and better births lead to a happy life,” needed to be revised.

Zhou Sicheng blurted out: “The country is urging humans to have three children! It has nothing to do with Yao!”

Xiang Zhen: “I’m not a Yao!”

Zhou Sicheng looked at him.

Xiang Zhen’s mind went blank. Was his cover blown?

What if his hubby got scared and ran away now that his cover was blown?

Zhou Sicheng dried his hands, stepped forward, and stroked his wife’s hair, saying softly, “No matter what you are, you are my most adorable wife.”

“We even made it through class antagonism. Nothing can separate us.”

Xiang Zhen looked into Zhou Sicheng’s eyes, which seemed to hold a pool of intoxicating wine, tempting the little Yao to drown in them and speak the truth: “Really? You won’t be scared to death like Xu Xian?”

“He was useless; I am not.” Zhou Sicheng instantly recalled Xiao Kui Bao mentioning that the three of them had huddled together to watch The Legend of the White Snake.

He knew nothing good came from illiterates gathering together! How he wished his worries had been unfounded!

Zhou Sicheng: “Have you ever heard the saying, the difference between one person and another is greater than the difference between a person and a dog? Wifey, you and I are a perfect match; the gap between us isn’t that big.”

Xiang Zhen rubbed his nose. “I’m not a dog.”

Zhou Sicheng lowered his head, resting his hands on Xiang Zhen’s shoulders: “Then what are you?”

Xiang Zhen: “I’m a sunflower!”

The smile in Zhou Sicheng’s eyes rippled outward: “Baobei, you are brave and honest. You’ve set a great example for our child.”

Xiang Zhen blushed in embarrassment. He had only told the truth because he was considering things from the sunflower seed baby’s perspective. He was an adult Yao, so pretending to be human wasn’t difficult, but he couldn’t force the sunflower seed baby to put on an act in front of its own biological father from the moment it was born. That was too demanding and too cruel.

Ignoring the water dripping from his body, Zhou Sicheng hugged his wife tightly. “Were you frightened by the TV drama? That’s just artistic creation; that plotline isn’t even in the new versions, you watched the wrong one. Next time you have a problem, discuss it with your hubby. Don’t discuss it with those two Yao.”

Remembering the stickers on the bedroom doors in Li Guihua’s house, Zhou Sicheng sighed: “Your coffee and snake friends aren’t even the same species as you. You’d be better off trusting me than trusting them.”

Xiang Zhen: “How did you know?!”

Zhou Sicheng: “Because your hubby is very smart.”

Thinking about how Bai Qi had been most deeply poisoned by that TV drama, and how Chu Ren hadn’t solved the puzzle in ten years, Zhou Sicheng felt a bit better.

Zhou Sicheng: “Promise me, when you give birth, I absolutely must be present.”

Xiang Zhen readily agreed: “Okay.”

He agreed so casually that it made Zhou Sicheng extremely worried again.

“Hubby, I have no more secrets hidden from you now. Can you sleep tonight?”

Zhou Sicheng froze. So his inability to sleep had been that obvious to the person sharing his pillow. “I’m fine, it doesn’t affect me.”

Xiang Zhen said honestly: “That’s because I channeled sunlight power into you. Humans really need to sleep.”

Zhou Sicheng’s heart clenched tight: “If it’s something that can be solved by getting sleeping pills from the psychiatric department, don’t waste your magic. I’ll have the doctor send some medicine over right now.”

Xiang Zhen: “I want you to fall asleep naturally.”

Zhou Sicheng: “I’ll try my best, wifey. I’ll clean up the bathroom a bit and then come to bed.”

Zhou Sicheng tossed their discarded clothes into the laundry hamper, gave the floor a quick wipe, and turned on the ventilation and drying function, quickly drying the floor to prevent it from being too slippery when Xiang Zhen used the bathroom.

Propped up against two pillows playing on his phone, Xiang Zhen heard a ding-dong—Manning had sent him a message.

[Dou Manning: Zhou Sicheng is chatting with Shen Ku about getting a vasectomy.]

Xiang Zhen sat up in shock. Doesn’t that mean there won’t be any sun essence at night anymore?!

Sunflowers in peak bloom, even if not successfully pollinating, would still want to be filled with pollen.

Even if he promised he wouldn’t get pregnant again, Zhou Sicheng’s resolve against having a second child was so firm that he would definitely go do it in secret.

[Xiang Zhen: If they give my hubby a vasectomy, wouldn’t they need my signature?]

[Dou Manning: Because we don’t have a marriage certificate.]

If they had a marriage certificate, both spouses would have to sign, and the partner would have to be present.

Xiang Zhen finally discovered the downside of not having a marriage certificate.

“Manning, we have to think of a plan.”