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Chapter 134 Are you happy to be a father?
The first person to discover that Fuying was pregnant was Qinglan.

“Aying…you…”

His grey-brown eyes gazed at the beast spirit flower on Fuying's forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a ripple of emotion.

"What's wrong?" Fu Ying blinked, resting her chin on her hand as she watched him feed Tuanzi milk powder.

This little girl is surprisingly easy to raise. She will obediently open her mouth no matter who feeds her. However, of the several men, she likes Ni the most. Perhaps it is because she was deeply impressed by the grass puppet back then.

Whenever Tuanzi sees Ni, she always rushes forward, babbling excitedly, even more so than when she sees Bai Canghai.

On the other hand, Ni is a real headache, and he always stays far away.

Qinglan's Adam's apple bobbed. After feeding Tuanzi, he took the bottle to wash it when suddenly a "crack" sounded. The glass bottle, covered with fine cracks, shattered because he had used too much force with his fingertips.

He paused, then slowly squatted down, his fingertips trembling as he picked up the fragments.

"Be careful not to cut your hand." Fu Ying reached out to pull him, and sure enough, she saw some fine bloodstains on his pale fingertips, but he was completely unaware and just stared at her.

Fuying suddenly tilted her head and chuckled softly, her dark hair shimmering with a delicate luster as the light shone through the window lattice.

She lightly traced her fingertips across Qinglan's taut jaw, her alluring voice laced with teasing, the last syllable of her voice sweet as honey: "Staring at me like that, do you want to be a father?"

Qinglan's pupils contracted, and a soft gasp escaped her throat, her ethereal voice becoming terribly hoarse: "You..."

Fu Ying looked at his silly expression, smiled, and touched her still flat stomach: "I know."

Her body, naturally, she could sense the new buds sprouting in her bloodline earlier than anyone else.

Furthermore, she has a specialized field of expertise and is very familiar with the physical conditions of pregnancy.

"Feel it." Fu Ying took Qing Lan's hand and guided his palm to her flat stomach.

Qinglan's palm felt cool, and she hesitated for a moment, but when she touched that softness, she suddenly froze, her knuckles unconsciously curling up slightly, as if afraid of breaking some precious treasure.

His gray-brown pupils suddenly brightened, with shimmering light floating in them, like the dappled sunlight filtering through the branches of a forest. His thin lips also curved into a very faint smile.

Fuying chuckled softly, then suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Qinglan's neck.

His arms tightened suddenly, but he eased his grip just before encircling her. His fingertips formed a restrained arc behind her waist, afraid of pressing down on her. He even held his breath slightly, and his abdominal muscles tensed up a little.

Fu Ying's lips brushed against his ear, her voice as alluring as if it were soaked in honey: "Qing Lan, if you really became a father, would you be happy?"

Qinglan's breath hitched suddenly, and the emotions surging in her chest almost burst out.

His lips gently touched her brow, the kiss so devout it almost trembled, and even the hands around her waist tightened slightly. His ethereal voice was a little hoarse: "...Joy."

Fuying nestled in his arms, listening to his thunderous heartbeat, and smiled.

Just then, the door of the bamboo house was pushed open, and Teng rushed in, accompanied by the mountain wind.

“Aying! I found something in the woods today…”

The conversation suddenly stopped.

As Teng looked at the scene before him, his dark green eyes suddenly narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing within them.

His slender fingers subtly tightened the leaf-wrapped fruit, then relaxed into a nonchalant expression the next moment. He stepped forward, placed the wild fruit on the table, and chuckled, "Here, the first batch of sour fruit after the rainy season."

After saying that, he leaned closer to Fuying and pulled her out of Qinglan's arms. The natural scent of grass and morning dew immediately enveloped them, and some dew still clung to Teng's handsome brows.

"I don't know if the sour fruit will suit your taste. If you don't like it, I'll go further away and pick some other ones for you! Okay?" His voice was full of expectation as he presented the wild fruit to her like a treasure. Before Fuying could even raise her hand, Qinglan had already taken the sour fruit and said, "Aying is pregnant with her cubs, so these sour fruits need to be soaked and washed a few more times."

Teng's brows furrowed suddenly, and his dark green vertical pupils narrowed dangerously: "This is what I gave you..."

The words abruptly stopped.

Teng froze on the spot, his pupils contracting violently to become thin slits, his gaze fixed on Qinglan's face. After a moment, he mechanically turned to Fuying, only to meet her smiling, beautiful face.

Teng's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and his gaze slowly fell on the beast spirit flower on her forehead.

"I'm...I'm pregnant with cubs?" Teng's voice trembled with excitement.

The rainy season had passed and there was still no news. He originally thought it was because Aying was only a one-star female and her reproductive power was too weak. Unexpectedly, there was suddenly good news!
Qinglan glanced at him, then took the fruit and left the bamboo house.

Teng suddenly knelt on one knee, his trembling hand hovering precariously in front of Fuying's lower abdomen, wanting to touch her but not daring to.

At this moment, his dark green vertical pupils, which always held an arrogant and fierce aura, were wet and trembling like a puppy's: "Cub..."

As if suddenly remembering something, Teng immediately stood up, his vertical pupils shining with astonishing brightness.

He gestured frantically, "I, I'll go pick more fruit right now! My mother said that females love fresh fruit the most when they are pregnant! The ones on the cliff are the sweetest!"

Before he could finish speaking, Teng had already turned and run away.

When Qinglan returned with the fruit, she was nearly hit by a rushing Teng.

"Take good care of Aying!" Teng was in a good mood, gave her a few words of advice, and then ran off.

His voice drifted on the mountain breeze: "Aying, you wait! After I finish picking the fruit, I'll hunt the freshest game and roast the tenderest meat for you!"

As Qinglan sidestepped, she even caught a glimpse of the dark scales behind Teng's ears, which shimmered with joy.

He raised an eyebrow, a faint smile spreading across his gray-brown eyes, and handed over the washed wild fruit, saying, "It's rare to see Teng so happy; he can't even hide it."

Fu Ying chuckled softly, "It's normal to be happy, isn't it, since it's the first time we've all become fathers?"

She touched her lower abdomen, rested her chin on her hand, and said, "If not, he would be disappointed."

The jade ornaments in Qinglan's hair jingled softly as he bent over, like a clear spring flowing through a mountain stream.

His cool, thin lips touched the beast spirit flower on Fuying's forehead, his voice clear and pure, as he held the sour fruit to her lips: "I love any offspring you give birth to."

"Now you know how to say nice things to me?"

Fuying's lips curled up, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Qinglan with interest.

His features were exquisitely beautiful, clean and clear like a mountain stream, making one forget all worries upon seeing him.

Qinglan's gray-brown eyes stared intently at her, her gaze filled with unwavering seriousness: "I'm not trying to flatter you. I never say nice things, and I would never lie to anyone."

Fuying was slightly taken aback, falling into those clear eyes, and her heart suddenly stirred.

Just then, two tall figures slowly approached from a distance.

The two walked one after the other. One had silver hair that cascaded down like a galaxy in the sky, and her beautiful face was more captivating than the sun on the horizon. The other had purple curly hair that wafted with each step, releasing layers of subtle fragrance. Every step seemed to exude a natural and elegant charm.

Fu Ying looked up at the two of them, a faint smile appearing on her lips: "You're back. Did you find out anything interesting?"

(End of this chapter)