Good Pregnancy Quick Transmigration: The Overly Charming CEO with No Heirs

Time flew by so quickly.

Two years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Night Song is twenty years old and has graduated from the magic academy.

In fact, with his level of education, he could have graduated long ago, but Conrad believed that at this age, he should stay in school and experience the joys of being a student, and did not allow him to leave school early.

So I stayed for another two years.

Two years have brought about many changes in Ye Ge.

He went from a boy to a young man, and his demeanor became more mature.

Ye Ge walked out of the school gate with a bag slung over one shoulder.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders, outlining a slender and upright silhouette.

His black hair was a bit longer than it had been two years ago, falling over his forehead and making his already deep-set face even more defined.

The emerald eyes were no longer as clear as before, and the youthful arrogance was gone. They were as calm as a deep pool of water, revealing no emotion.

Two years hadn't left many marks on Ye Ge's face, but it had tempered his flamboyant nature.

He still had that aloof look, with high brow bones and a sharp jawline. When he wasn't smiling, he resembled a dark-toned oil painting, keeping people at arm's length.

But that coldness is no longer the deliberate aloofness of a young person, but a natural aura that comes after settling down.

With him around, the surrounding air becomes a bit quieter.

"Night Song".

Someone called his name from behind.

He turned to the side, the wind ruffling the hem of his clothes.

It was a classmate from the college who handed over an unsigned letter.

"Someone just gave this to me, specifically asking you to open it yourself."

Ye Ge took the letter, glanced down at the dark red sealing wax stamp on the envelope, and a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

He recognized the emblem; it was the symbol of the Holy Order.

He didn't open the letter immediately, but put it in his schoolbag, nodded slightly to his classmate, and left.

He walked down the steps, his pace neither hurried nor slow.

Outside the college walls is a birch forest, where autumn is just beginning and the leaves are starting to turn yellow.

There weren't many people on the college road in the morning, and it was very quiet, with only the soft sound of boots stepping on fallen leaves.

As soon as Ye Ge turned the corner, a man stopped her.

He was wearing a tuxedo, his hair was neatly combed back, he wore white gloves, and a car was parked behind him.

The man placed one hand on his stomach and gestured with the other towards the car, bowing slightly as he said:

"Mr. Ryan, my master invites you in."

Ye Ge glanced at him, paused for a moment, and then walked towards the car.

The man reacted quickly, immediately striding over to open the car door.

The vehicle traveled smoothly for nearly two hours before reaching its destination.

It was a manor hidden in the mountains.

The surrounding trees are tall and large, perfectly concealing the manor, making it difficult to notice unless you get close.

"You've arrived."

A man dressed in a white robe is sitting in the garden making tea, his movements fluid and graceful.

Upon seeing Ye Ge, he smiled, poured her a glass, and pushed it across to her. "Please sit down."

Ye Ge tossed her schoolbag aside and sat down calmly.

He stared at the steaming teacup in front of him for a long time before lifting his eyelids to look at the person opposite him.

"Since His Majesty has taken time out of his busy schedule to invite someone as unknown as me for tea, shouldn't I say thank you?"

The Holy Lord smiled slightly, first picking up the teacup and taking a small sip, then setting it down before slowly saying:

"If even the young master of the Ryan family is unknown, then everyone in this world is probably unknown."

"Speak, what do you want to see me for?" Ye Ge was too lazy to waste words with him and went straight to the point. "I'm just a student who just graduated. I don't think I have anything to help the Holy Lord of the Holy Society, do I?"

"Young Master Ryan is too modest."

The Holy Lord picked up the teapot and filled his cup, then said, "I invited Young Master Ryan here today because I would like to ask you for a favor."

"I told you, I can't help the Holy Lord."

"Young Master Lai'an, this concerns the safety of humanity; will you still refuse?"

Ye Ge looked up at him, her face still nonchalant: "The safety of the human race? That responsibility is too great for me to bear. Even the Ryan family wouldn't dare to say such a thing."

He had already guessed what the Holy Lord wanted to say.

It's just to use him to restrain Xi Yao.

In the past two years, all the troublemakers in the vampire clan have been eliminated, and the entire vampire clan has become Xi Yao's personal fiefdom.

The vampires have united, but unfortunately, the humans have always been fighting their own battles.

First, there's the Holy Order, led by the forces of light, which has become increasingly chaotic internally in the last two years.

Although the current Holy Lord defeated the two bishops, he himself lacked the power to suppress them at all.

The Holy Order is divided into factions, and many people simply do not listen to the Holy Lord.

Several members of other major families have already defected to the vampire clan for their own interests.

Actually, this is fine too.

Because Xi Yao set rules against easily harming humans, the relationship between the two races is actually getting better and better.

But the more this was the case, the less acceptable it became to the Holy Lord.

For thousands of years, the Holy Society has held a lofty position on this continent because they have been able to suppress the vampires under the guise of protecting the peace of the human race.

Now that the two races are truly at peace, there is no need for the Holy Assembly to exist.

Humans worshipped the God of Light, and fewer people followed the Holy Order; their power began to decline.

He couldn't accept that the once high and mighty Holy Son was now the Holy Lord.

"You don't really think that humans and vampires can stay like this forever, do you?"

The smile on the Holy Lord's face disappeared, replaced by worry.

"Vampires are all cold-blooded; their current peacefulness is only temporary."

Young Master Ryan, as a human being, you should think more about the future of humanity.

Now is the time when your other identity can be put to its best use.

Ye Ge looked at his hypocritical expression with a half-smile, "What kind of effect can it have?"

His other identity is that he is Xi Yao's fiancé.

Oh.

They certainly know how to make a good calculation.

A barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed in the Holy Lord's light-colored eyes, as if he thought Ye Ge had taken a liking to him.

"Naturally, you will play your dual role as the heir of the Ryan family and the fiancé of the vampire prince."

The Holy Lord placed his hands clasped on his lap, his tone softening:

"You can maneuver between the two sides and inform us of the vampires' movements. This isn't about asking you to do anything dangerous; it's simply about leaving humanity an escape route."

Ye Ge didn't speak, her fingers resting on the rim of the teacup, her fingertips idly stroking the edge.

Seeing this, the Holy Lord assumed he was hesitating and his tone became even more sincere:

"Think about it, although Audrey Hee-Yao is your fiancée, she is first and foremost a vampire princess."

Vampires need to drink blood to maintain their power; it's in their nature and they can't change it.

She can control the vampires now, but what about a hundred years from now? A thousand years from now? Who will protect humanity then?

"So?" Ye Ge asked, her voice indifferent.

"Therefore, we need to prepare in advance." The Holy Lord leaned forward slightly and lowered his voice:

"You are by her side, and you possess the core secrets of the vampire clan."

If the vampires make any moves in the future, we can strike first and avoid being passively attacked.

This is a matter of utmost importance for the future generations of humanity, Young Master Ryan, you bear an unshirkable responsibility.

He spoke with great passion, his eyes even glistening with a moist light, like a sage deeply concerned for the well-being of the people.