Chapter 128: Human Pregnancy Involves Morning Sickness

Wang Chuan arrived with a chill clinging to him, clearly having returned from somewhere bitterly cold. As he bumped into us, he looked at Jiu Yan with a strange expression.

"What are you rushing about for so anxiously?"

Upon hearing this, Jiu Yan immediately tried to rub against Wang Chuan’s arm. "The mistress said the steamed buns didn’t taste right. I’ve reheated them four or five times, and they still aren't good, so I was just on my way to remake them."

I stood behind, pouting, looking at Wang Chuan with an aggrieved expression. Wang Chuan looked at me in return, arching a brow. He wasn’t a fool; he certainly knew that while he had been away, these two women might have been up to something. But even if he knew, what of it? If he allowed her to rub against him so pitifully, why shouldn't I be allowed to pout behind him?

So, seeing my unhappy expression, Wang Chuan reached out and gave Jiu Yan’s chin a light flick. It was similar to a stroke, yet it kept a deliberate, maximum distance—perhaps he didn't want to cause her too much embarrassment by pulling away too abruptly.

I scoffed inwardly, thinking that Wang Chuan was truly one to cherish the fairer sex, worrying about her being embarrassed—was he not afraid of me getting jealous? Still, a mere flick of the finger was acceptable; after all, she was a cat, and cats, well, ha!

Wang Chuan must have been able to discern the craftiness in my eyes; eyes are hard to hide, especially from him. I knew full well that Jiu Yan had dared to trouble me only because she had calculated that Wang Chuan was not in the Rift. Although he understood everything within the Rift, when his true form was absent, his perception wasn't nearly as keen—at least, not in great detail. Just as You Yan had once said, the barrier blocked some of his senses toward me, and leaving the Rift entirely only amplified that, as the Rift itself acted as a massive barrier. She had no idea what had happened in here moments ago!

Jiu Yan had been rattling on, just trying to use that window of time to make me lose my temper. Her words were sharp, not direct, yet every sentence accused me of being in the wrong. If I lost my temper, I would start a scene with Wang Chuan—whether it was about Jiu Yan or our relationship—and eventually, he would grow weary of the constant bickering, making our bond less secure than it was now. It was just like last night, when I had cried and made a scene until Wang Chuan had impatiently barked at me to go to sleep. She was exploiting the differences between human and beast; as long as there was friction, those issues sat right in front of us, impossible to hide.

But I felt that last night was inevitable; what happened, happened. The fault lay with Wang Chuan—he shouldn’t have petted another cat. Now that he had coaxed me and clearly stood on my side, why should I fear the thing cowering at my feet? Jiu Yan was right; I shouldn't trample on a male’s dignity. From now on, I wouldn't hit Wang Chuan; I would only hit females and the bitches who deserved it. Oh my, I really am grateful for all those harem dramas I used to watch! When dealing with such bitches, one must nip them in the bud!

So what if she was here before me? Even if she was, she was still just a cat to Wang Chuan, not his wife. Waiting? If she could have gotten anywhere by waiting, there would be no me and no Rebecca. She certainly had a wild imagination.

Jiu Yan followed silently behind Wang Chuan. Seeing my blank face, yet sensing the joy in my eyes, Wang Chuan knew I hadn't come off worse. He didn't ask further, simply saying, "If the buns don't taste good, don't eat them. Why not try something else?"

"But at first, the buns tasted so good, and I really wanted to eat them, but the ones made later were all different, and they just made me want to throw up." I nodded, clinging to him, signaling him to come and hold me.

Wang Chuan, still radiating a chill, shook himself, shedding a mist of white frost. Only after he warmed up did he come over and pull me into his embrace.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, narrating my plight miserably. "I think I have morning sickness. I feel so uneasy, and I want to vomit."

Wang Chuan seemed a bit startled. "Is this how it is for humans? How long will it last?"

"I don't know..." I sighed. "Some people suffer for ten months... My little cub, I don't know how long I'll be vomiting. It’s only just started; what will I do later? I can’t eat anything."

Wang Chuan then reached out, and I saw he was carrying a pouch. Inside was a large, round bottle-like object. When he opened it, I realized it was a large jar of milk.

"Er..." Looking at that large jar, I really didn't want to drink it, so I shook my head and asked, "What is this?"

"Something I found for you. Cough... Milk from a Spirit Deer. It helps build bone density; it makes you strong."

Spirit Deer—I pictured the creature in my mind. Perhaps it was like a Sika deer? I couldn't help but smile; he was the child's father, after all, thinking only of the child, wanting to grow bones for the sake of growing bones. But I supposed this was for me, too. If drinking it would grow bones, then the little cub and I would grow bones together, which would save him from eventually hollowing me out and eating me to the bone. Wouldn't I be dead then?

So, looking at the large jar, I pointed and laughed. "Did you milk it yourself?"

Wang Chuan smiled too. "Pei Mu did it."

"Pei Mu went too?" After hearing this, my imagination ran wild. What would Pei Mu look like milking a deer? Would he have driven the Spirit Deer into a frenzy? Ha...

"Yes, it was only because of Pei Mu that we could get it; the milk of a Spirit Deer is very precious." He stroked my hair, his explanation light and effortless.

But I had known about this for a long time. It must have been a deer that grew up in a particularly cold place, and it must have been quite rare. Ever since this bottle of milk was taken out of the jar, Jiu Yan’s complexion had turned from green to white; the envy, jealousy, and hatred in her eyes were unmistakable. It was precisely because of that look that I felt a surge of pride, insisting on clinging to Wang Chuan to ask a few more questions.

"And what does that have to do with Pei Mu?"

"He told the Spirit Deer he would give it two cubs for free, and only then did it agree to give the milk."

"Wow—giving away cubs?" I was a bit surprised, blinking my eyes, wanting to hear more.

Wang Chuan had already started working. He had long arms, and holding me didn't hinder him, so he reached out and poured a cup from the jar. This time, he didn't dip his finger into it—perhaps because he had just come from outside and knew about the bacteria—but simply swirled it around the rim. A wisp of steam rose, turning the milk warm.

"It should be just right." He handed it over, almost subconsciously tilting my head to feed me.

Under normal circumstances, I would let him feed me if I were eating, but for drinking, outsiders were clumsy, and if my swallowing wasn't right, I was prone to choking. Back when Wang Chuan had that weird sense of humor and made me kneel to feed me milk, I had choked more often than not, which was how I eventually mastered the "chin-grabbing" technique to avoid choking!

Even so, I still preferred to drink by myself. But things were different now; there was a jealous, resentful woman standing opposite, staring with enough envy to explode. Of course, I was going to enjoy this as much as I could. I obediently squinted and tilted my head, waiting for Wang Chuan to drip it into my mouth little by little, my face a masterpiece of blissful acting!

It really was delicious! It was creamy, like chocolate, but a sweet that was fragrant and not at all cloying! Amazing!

"Is it too hot?" After two sips, seeing I had no reaction, Wang Chuan smiled and wiped a drop from the corner of my mouth.

"Not hot, it's delicious." I looked at Jiu Yan across from us and pushed my luck: "It tastes even better when you feed me."

"Are you going to vomit?" Wang Chuan asked again.

"No." I shook my head vigorously. With something this delicious, I wouldn't vomit even if I had to!

"Then have some more." The cup was raised again. I reached out, grabbing the cup to help balance it, drinking in tiny sips.

The cup was a bit large. It was the same large milk cup that had once allowed Wang Chuan to tease me. Cough—it was only later that I realized that was actually his water cup. He was used to drinking plain water, and after eating meat, he naturally needed a lot of water to aid digestion. So that large cup was his; I usually used a small one.

As I gulped it down, watching the cup empty, I caught the envious and regretful expression on the face across from me. Regretful of what? Regretful that I was the one drinking it?

Tsk, tsk. After finishing the milk, I didn't even wait for Wang Chuan to move; I leaned in and rubbed the milk residue from my lips onto his neck, then giggled.

Wang Chuan naturally wouldn't get angry. He loved it when I made a little trouble like this; it was like his own teasing of me, a coquettish counterattack. He kissed my forehead and checked my condition. He likely truly believed in the human morning sickness, as he wasn't human and couldn't understand the condition of pregnancy-related vomiting. And because he didn't understand, he let me say whatever I wanted.

Looking at the items on the table, I felt a sense of aversion and waved my hand dismissively. "I don't want to eat that. From now on, I want something lighter. And mushrooms—don't give me those anymore."

Wang Chuan nodded. Without even looking at Jiu Yan, he gave an order: "Prepare something light from now on. If she likes something, make more of it for her."

"Yes."

I rubbed against Wang Chuan’s neck, hearing Jiu Yan answer through gritted teeth. I sighed and smiled inwardly. Little cat, though you have a long life, you calculated wrong. Even when I am spoiled and arrogant, it is still me that Wang Chuan favors, not you.