WRA CH59

Chapter 59: Let’s Go Give Birth to the Sunflower Seed Baby First

“Bai Qi, repeat that method for controlling impotence again.”

Xiang Zhen took out a pen and paper, burying his head to diligently write the meeting minutes.

Bai Qi thought for a moment: “Yang energy exists in the human body, circulating through the limbs. We redirect the Yang energy away from the reproductive organs and supplement the brain with it. While they’ll lack the physical capability down there, their mental spirits will actually be excellent.”

Xiang Zhen nodded. Wasn’t human Yang energy essentially the same as a plant’s sunlight power? Since he could input and output it, he could easily redirect it slightly.

Xiang Zhen recorded it word for word. He didn’t write fast, taking every stroke very seriously.

Then, he took a photo of his notes, bundled it with the group photo they took under the banners, and sent them to Zhou Sicheng.

A minute later, Xiang Zhen recalled the message, pretending his hand had slipped.

[Xiang Zhen: Hubby, I sent that to the wrong person.]

Xiang Zhen was no fool. Some things didn’t actually need to be executed; merely holding a meeting to act as a deterrent was enough!

The power of meetings was immense. Otherwise, why would humans hold so many formal meetings, big and small?

A formal deterrent would be enough to make his hubby surrender.

Xiang Zhen’s lips curled up as he waited for Zhou Sicheng’s reaction.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

[Zhou Sicheng: Wifey, who told you I was getting a vasectomy?]

[Zhou Sicheng: No more meetings! Take that banner down.]

…

Receiving these two pictures during his own meeting, Zhou Sicheng wanted nothing more than to grab Shen Ku and Chu Ren by their collars and roar, Can you please control your wives?!

What did they mean, “Seminar on How to Stop Our Husbands from Getting Vasectomies”? Was that even something you could hold a meeting about? What did they mean “using magic to make husbands impotent”? And what did they mean “the reversal method still needs research”?!

And kneeling at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau? Weren’t they afraid of being arrested for picking quarrels and provoking trouble?!

The destructive power of three illiterates was truly terrifying.

…

Xiang Zhen clenched his fists. Success!

Since this method worked, Xiang Zhen sent the pictures into their group chat as well.

“Manning, just copy what I did. Even if you have three kids, your husband wouldn’t dare get a vasectomy.”

Looking at it, Dou Manning saw the light. Subduing the enemy without even needing to kneel!

According to Auntie Guihua, Heavenly Lightning could be tanked head-on, so accidentally getting pregnant wouldn’t be a big deal. Dou Manning thus felt that having a coffee bean sharing genes with Shen Ku wouldn’t be so bad.

He promptly forwarded the screenshots to Shen Ku.

Almost at the exact same time, the three victims created three separate group chats to demand explanations. The members were identical; only the order of the names was different.

[Group Chat: Zhou Sicheng, Shen Ku, Chu Ren]

Zhou Sicheng: Who leaked the vasectomy?! You’re absolutely useless!

[Group Chat: Shen Ku, Zhou Sicheng, Chu Ren]

Shen Ku: Manning originally had no objections to my vasectomy! It’s all because your wives corrupted him. Can you please rein them in?

[Group Chat: Chu Ren, Shen Ku, Zhou Sicheng]

Chu Ren: Bai Qi used to never be like this [Angry].

Looking at the three group chats that popped up out of nowhere, Zhou Sicheng laughed. They couldn’t even unite to make a single group chat; what could they possibly accomplish?

Wait. Zhou Sicheng narrowed his eyes. Looking at the screenshots Shen Ku and Chu Ren sent, he realized they were completely identical to his.

He pondered for a moment…

The little idiot Yao had learned how to beat the grass to startle the snake.

And he really had been startled.

With complicated feelings, Zhou Sicheng finished the rest of his meeting, stood up, buttoned his suit jacket, and went to pick Xiang Zhen up to go home.

He certainly had plenty of energy. Told him to rest at home, and in the blink of an eye, he ran off to hold a meeting.

The Yao had won a total victory, sipping milk tea as they waited for their husbands to pick them up.

Zhou Sicheng was the first to drive over. Seeing this villa, he wanted nothing more than to drive an excavator over and demolish it himself.

Xiang Zhen got into the passenger seat, his eyes innocent: “Hubby, why are you here?”

Zhou Sicheng: “Would I dare not come? You were about to strip me of my sexual capabilities.”

Xiang Zhen stared straight ahead. What is he talking about? I don’t understand.

Zhou Sicheng started the car: “You like having meetings that much? You can go to meetings for your hubby from now on. There will be more than you can ever finish.”

Xiang Zhen turned his head, eager to try: “I can help you.”

Zhou Sicheng: “You can, but you have to go to school first.”

“Hubby, I’ll go to school after I give birth.” Xiang Zhen rubbed his belly. After a while, he noticed this wasn’t the route home; the roads were very unfamiliar. “Where are we going?”

“The airport.” Zhou Sicheng had planned this last night. “I’m taking you to the Greater Khingan Mountains for our honeymoon.”

It just so happened he had some vacation time before officially resuming his post, so he could accompany Xiang Zhen back to his hometown. The birthplace of Yao was surely full of spiritual energy; perhaps it would be beneficial for the little sunflower seed as well.

It was late August now. A month later would be late September.

Autumn in the Greater Khingan Mountains was breathtakingly beautiful, vast and gilded in gold. The plane would land in Hailar, and they would take a train shuttling through the golden birch forests.

Not only could they enjoy a honeymoon, but they could also geographically isolate the three Yao.

Honestly, Chu Ren ought to pay him for the flight route, and Shen Ku should pay for the aviation fuel.

Zhou Sicheng: “We’re taking a private jet.”

Xiang Zhen stared blankly at Zhou Sicheng. He had thought about this before—the road home was too far, and pregnant, he couldn’t walk it. He had wanted Zhou Sicheng to take him on a plane.

Did he accidentally say it in his sleep?

“What’s wrong? Can’t we go?” Zhou Sicheng thought of a possibility. “Is it because you feel more secure with other Yao accompanying you during your pregnancy? Are you afraid the baby might be born at any moment?”

Since Xiang Zhen specifically requested Dou Manning to deliver the baby, Zhou Sicheng planned to stay there for a month, and upon returning, invite Dou Manning to live with Xiang Zhen just in case he went into labor at any time.

Xiang Zhen shook his head: “No need. Having you by my side is enough, hubby. The sunflower seed baby doesn’t have a due date. Once I feel it’s mature enough, I can just pluck it out myself.”

Zhou Sicheng: “That’s good then. If you feel like giving birth, I’ll fly your friend over.”

Xiang Zhen suddenly thought: “Hubby, is a private jet expensive? I can also just sit in the hard-seat train carriages.”

Zhou Sicheng: “It’s not expensive. Someone else is paying.”

Xiang Zhen felt relieved: “Hubby, I originally wanted to walk to the Greater Khingan Mountains myself, but I ran out of energy halfway. I’m sorry for making you wait there for nothing.”

Zhou Sicheng would rather wait for nothing than have his wife trek such a long distance. The disappointment of waiting half a month in the Greater Khingan Mountains without seeing Xiang Zhen now completely transformed into relief.

“Then where did you stay? Did you really go stay with an old grandma?”

Xiang Zhen: “I turned back once I reached Xuzhou. I stayed in the mountains of the neighboring city, right next to a giant boulder.”

Zhou Sicheng’s heart ached. The place Xiang Zhen mentioned—he had driven his heavy truck back and forth past it twice, even passing right through the tunnel at the base of that very mountain.

How was he supposed to know his wife was braving the elements in the mountains? If he had known, he should have tagged along with the backpackers.

“So, you didn’t eat anything for a whole month?”

No wonder he had lost so much weight when they reunited.

Xiang Zhen: “I sunbathed, and I drank morning dew!”

Zhou Sicheng felt deeply dejected. He was the husband whose wife ate the absolute worst during pregnancy in the entire world. If they had even a few grains of rice at home, he never would have let his wife starve like this.

In the VIP airport lounge, Zhou Sicheng crouched in front of Xiang Zhen, massaging his calves: “Was it this leg that got sore on the road?”

The soft suit trouser fabric wrapped around the fair, slender calves, gently kneaded by Zhou Sicheng through the material.

Xiang Zhen: “Hubby, this is too comfortable. I can’t remember anymore.”

Zhou Sicheng chuckled: “I’ll massage them for you every day from now on.”

The ground staff came over, informing them softly that preparations for takeoff were complete and they could board.

Zhou Sicheng: “Wifey, is it true you haven’t been on an airplane before?”

Xiang Zhen: “Mn.”

Zhou Sicheng bowed slightly and extended a hand: “I am deeply honored to accompany you on your first flight.”

His posture looked as if he were inviting Xiang Zhen for a waltz.

Xiang Zhen grasped his hand in return.

As the plane prepared to land, it was already dusk. The sun hung low on the horizon, actually creating the illusion that it was lower than the plane.

Xiang Zhen withdrew his gaze from the porthole and looked at Zhou Sicheng beside him. “Hubby, you’re even higher than the sun right now.”

A small sense of glory blossomed in Zhou Sicheng: “Mn.”

…

A chill had already settled over the northern lands, the sky high and the air crisp.

Zhou Sicheng and Xiang Zhen stayed in the Greater Khingan Mountains for a full month, watching the autumn frost gradually dye the vegetation yellow. Far away from the city, their minds and spirits found peace.

They went to see the birch forests, meadows, and clear streams. They herded cattle and sheep, and gazed at the starry sky.

They visited the areas scarred by the forest fire, embracing and kissing each other.

Zheng Ai had been to this place, Xiang Zhen had lived here, Zhou Sicheng revisited it, and the sunflower seed baby could be considered to have toured it as well.

To think three generations had all journeyed here.

By the time they headed back, Xiang Zhen’s phone photo storage was nearly full.

Xiang Zhen wanted to stay until heavy snow blanketed the mountains, but Zhou Sicheng, looking at his increasingly swelling belly, absolutely refused. They would come back next time.

Xiang Zhen: “I can just let the sunflower seed baby stay inside a bit longer! We haven’t even seen wild Siberian tigers yet! During winter, they’re the only ones that move around near me.”

Hearing this, Zhou Sicheng immediately summoned the return flight without hesitation.

Whoever wanted to see wild Siberian tigers could go see them, but he absolutely did not!

Over a month of being waited on 24/7 by Zhou Sicheng, Xiang Zhen’s face filled out, fair and round, with red lips and white teeth. Thanks to abundant nutrition, the little sunflower seed also grew rapidly; at four months pregnant, it had the developmental progress of a seven or eight-month human pregnancy.

Xiang Zhen’s belly wasn’t exaggeratedly huge, though. The sunflower seed baby was developing wonderfully, it was just naturally small. For a sunflower seed carrying Daddy Zhou Sicheng’s genes, achieving this size was already quite impressive.

In early October, Zhou Sicheng’s private jet landed in Haicheng.

Wearing a loose khaki trench coat, Xiang Zhen exited the airport via the VIP channel. Without looking closely, one wouldn’t even notice he was pregnant.

The day after they landed, the Zhoufu Group convened a board meeting to re-appoint the CEO.

The newly inducted shareholder, Xiang Zhen, solemnly cast his vote.

He voted for Zhou Sicheng.

Zhou Sicheng passed with a unanimous vote. Amidst a wave of applause, he nodded gentlemanly toward the audience, the focal point of his gaze forever resting on Xiang Zhen.

An autumn suit carried even more charm than a summer one.

Suits were naturally more fitting to wear when the weather was cooler.

Xiang Zhen’s gaze followed his husband, taking in all the sights he had missed out on last time.

He was simply too handsome.

If only his belly wasn’t so big… Xiang Zhen bit his lower lip. It really was inconvenient.

This time, Zhou Sicheng let the others leave first. Waiting until the conference room emptied out, he walked up to Xiang Zhen, the tips of his leather shoes nudging against Xiang Zhen’s: “Mr. Xiang, did you vote for your hubby?”

It was a unanimous vote; he was asking despite knowing the answer perfectly well.

Xiang Zhen nodded shyly: “I did.”

Zhou Sicheng acted like someone bullying a pregnant man whose husband wasn’t around: “Who is your husband? Why didn’t you vote for me?”

Xiang Zhen processed it for a moment: “My hubby is Zhou Sicheng.”

Zhou Sicheng: “Is that so? We’ll have to inspect that when we get home.”

…

Zhou Sicheng only worked half-days every day before heading home to keep his wife company.

After all, Dou Manning had moved in now; it was hard for him to be completely at ease.

Xiang Zhen obediently waited at home for his husband to get off work. Zhou Sicheng would always arrive home before 11:59 AM, and they would eat lunch together.

Until this day, when five minutes past the hour had passed, and Zhou Sicheng still hadn’t returned.

Feeling uneasy, Xiang Zhen contacted Secretary Gao.

Secretary Gao said President Zhou was involved in a multi-car rear-end collision on the road, but the issue wasn’t major, and he was currently getting checked at the hospital.

Xiang Zhen hurriedly rushed to the hospital and saw Zhou Sicheng on the hospital bed.

The issue indeed wasn’t major—just some contusions and a slight hairline fracture on his instep. He didn’t need surgery, but it had swollen up, and he couldn’t walk.

The moment Zhou Sicheng saw Xiang Zhen, he sat up, even lowering both his legs to dangle over the edge, creating the illusion of moving freely: “It’s nothing, wifey. I can be discharged in a bit.”

Xiang Zhen took a look and tried to help Zhou Sicheng lift his severely swollen leg onto the bed, but because of his belly, Zhou Sicheng actually had to support him instead.

Xiang Zhen wrinkled his nose. Being pregnant was interfering with taking care of his hubby.

Xiang Zhen: “Hubby, wait for me a moment.”

Zhou Sicheng’s brow twitched: “Where are you going?”

Xiang Zhen backed out of the hospital room and whispered to Dou Manning, who had accompanied him to the hospital: “Let’s go to the stairwell and give birth to the sunflower seed baby first.”

Zhou Sicheng watched his wife leave without looking back. What was he abandoning him to go do?! He jumped up in sheer panic!

He literally jumped.

With his right leg unable to touch the ground, he could only hop frantically on one foot.

“Zhenzhen!”

“Where are you going!”

“Wifey?!”