“I’m not greedy—one is enough.”

Zhou Sicheng rinsed the soap suds off Xiang Zhen, wrapped him in a bath towel, and set him gently onto the bed.

Xiang Zhen possessed fair, smooth skin. Having only used human skin for a few years, it was milky white, tender, and bouncy—feeling just like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg to the touch.

Taking advantage of the time spent drying him off, Zhou Sicheng gave him a thorough pinch everywhere, leaving quite a few spots flushed red.

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

Xiang Zhen lay on his stomach on the bed, first clicking into their group chat to recount the conversation he had with his husband today.

[Xiang Zhen: This is how I persuaded my materialist husband. 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 can hold our meetings here in the future. I’m going to redecorate it—what kind of style do you guys like?]

Xiang Zhen hastily offered his valuable feedback, sending a photo of Zhou Sicheng’s conference room.

That way, it would really feel like a meeting.

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

The initial form was already this perfect; who knew how much the baby would resemble Zhou Sicheng once born?

Xiang Zhen’s large flower disk had 109 individual floret blossoms. In theory, he could give birth to that many, but currently, only one had been fertilized.

Xiang Zhen rested his chin on his hands and pondered: If I give birth to a hundred babies and split the money equally among them, it would be equivalent to reducing Zhou Sicheng’s net worth by a hundredfold. That way, I would have fulfilled Professor Xu’s assignment to supervise the capitalist as part of the proletariat!

Dropping from the trillion-yuan club to the tens-of-billions club—now that looked much more down-to-earth.

Xiang Zhen posted this genius idea in the group chat.

[Bai Qi: Not necessarily. Zhou Sicheng might just give all his wealth to only one of the kids.]

[Dou Manning: That’s way too cruel.]

[Xiang Zhen: !!]

Xiang Zhen was a bit confused. Barefooted, he pushed open the bathroom door, only to see Zhou Sicheng standing under the showerhead, his hand currently…

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

Zhou Sicheng tilted his neck back and turned his head slightly: “Wife, go ahead.”

It was fine; Xiang Zhen could interrupt him doing anything, and he wouldn’t mind one bit.

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

Zhou Sicheng: “No.”

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

Zhou Sicheng said ruthlessly: “Out of a hundred, what’s the defect rate? Who’s to say there wouldn’t be a criminal baby among them?”

Xiang Zhen was stunned. That was a perspective he had never considered—as expected, his husband was truly farsighted.

Zhou Sicheng knew sunflowers were highly fertile, so he had to nip this idea of Xiang Zhen’s right in the bud: “So wife, having just one is enough. Even if he doesn’t turn out well, I’ll whip him into shape myself. If there are too many, I won’t be able to manage them all.”

A single pregnancy was already causing enough hardship. He would absolutely never agree to a second child; just the thought of going through Xiang Zhen’s morning sickness again gave Zhou Sicheng trauma.

Once that little sunflower seed was born, he was definitely going to spank its butt.

Zhou Sicheng’s time was precious; with a hundred kids, he’d be spanking butts from morning to night.

Xiang Zhen suddenly came to a realization. If his husband had to raise so many children, he wouldn’t have much time left to spend with him.

Sorry, Professor Xu, I can’t carry out this mission. He could teach one baby properly, but if there were too many, he wouldn’t be able to manage them. It would be terrible if one of the sunflower seed babies turned to a life of crime.

Xiang Zhen lowered his gaze, looking at his husband down there, which seemed to be right at the brink of eruption—it would be a waste not to use it.

Blushing, he asked: “Then… do you want to have another baby?”

Zhou Sicheng was adamantly opposed. Turning on the faucet, he washed away the root of all evil along with the soap suds: “No. Have you gotten bored of playing on your phone?”

The first child hadn’t even been born yet, and Zhou Sicheng didn’t even know what hurdles lay ahead, yet Xiang Zhen already dared to think about a second one.

Xiang Zhen hadn’t gotten bored of his phone: “But the state is encouraging people to have three kids now! Husband, didn’t you say entrepreneurs follow government policies?”

Times had changed; the line “Fewer and better births lead to a happy life” that Bai Qi wrote in his Adult Guide needed to be updated.

Zhou Sicheng blurted out: “The state is calling for humans to have three kids. It has nothing to do with spirits!”

Xiang Zhen: “I’m not a spirit!”

Zhou Sicheng just stared at him.

Xiang Zhen’s mind went blank. Did my cover just blow?

If my identity is exposed, what if my husband gets scared away?

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

“We’ve even crossed the divide of class opposition—nothing can tear us apart.”

Xiang Zhen looked into Zhou Sicheng’s eyes, which seemed to hold an intoxicating pool of wine, coaxing the little spirit to sink in and tell the truth: “Really? You won’t end up scared to death like Xu Xian?”

“He was useless, but I’m not.” Zhou Sicheng instantly recalled what the little sunflower bag app had mentioned—that the three of them used to gather around to watch The Legend of White Snake.

He knew nothing good came from illiterates hanging out together. How he wished he was just worrying over nothing!

Zhou Sicheng: “Have you ever heard the saying, ‘The gap between humans can be larger than the gap between a human and a dog’? Wife, you and I are completely in tune with each other; there isn’t that big of a gap between us.”

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

Zhou Sicheng lowered his head, holding Xiang Zhen by the shoulders: “Then what are you?”

Xiang Zhen: “I’m a sunflower!”

The smile in Zhou Sicheng’s eyes rippled out: “Baby, you’re brave and honest. You’ve set a great example for the child.”

Xiang Zhen blushed self-consciously. He had only told the truth out of consideration for the sunflower seed baby. As an adult spirit, pretending to be human wasn’t hard, but he couldn’t force the baby to pretend in front of its own biological father right from birth—that was asking too much, and it was too cruel.

Ignoring the water still dripping from his body, Zhou Sicheng pulled his wife into a tight hug. “Were you scared by that TV show? That was artistic fiction—the new version doesn’t even have that plotline anymore, you were watching the wrong one. Next time you have questions, come discuss them with your husband. Don’t consult those two spirits.”

Recalling the sticker on the bedroom door at Li Guihua’s house, Zhou Sicheng sighed: “Those bad influences of yours aren’t even the same species as you. You’re better off trusting me than trusting them.”

Xiang Zhen: “How did you know?!”

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

Thinking about how Bai Qi was the most deeply poisoned by that TV show, leaving Chu Ren unable to solve the mystery for ten years, Zhou Sicheng felt a bit better.

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

Xiang Zhen readily agreed: “Sure.”

He agreed so casually that Zhou Sicheng became deeply worried again.

“Husband, now that I have no secrets kept from you, can you sleep well tonight?”

Zhou Sicheng paused. So his sleeplessness was that obvious to the person sharing his pillow? “I’m fine, it doesn’t affect me.”

Xiang Zhen said honestly: “That’s because I infused you with solar power. Humans really need to sleep.”

Zhou Sicheng’s heart tightened instantly: “If it’s something that can be fixed by going to psychiatry to get a prescription for sleeping pills, don’t waste your magic! I’ll have a doctor deliver the medicine right now.”

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

Zhou Sicheng: “I’ll try my best. Wife, let me clean up the bathroom and then I’ll go to sleep.”

Zhou Sicheng gathered his discarded clothes into the laundry hamper, gave the floor a quick wipe, and switched on the ventilation and drying function to dry the floor rapidly, preventing Xiang Zhen from slipping if he used the bathroom.

Xiang Zhen leaned against two pillows playing on his phone. With a ding, a message arrived from Manning.

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

Xiang Zhen sat up abruptly in shock. Then wouldn’t there be no solar essence at night in the future?!

During full bloom, even if a sunflower didn’t get fertilized successfully, it would still yearn to be filled with pollen.

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

[Xiang Zhen: If they give my husband a vasectomy, doesn’t it require my signature?]

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

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

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

“Manning, we have to come up with a plan!”