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

"I'm not Jiang Xiyao, so who are you?"

Xi Yao looked at him mockingly, "You, the dignified master of Feixue Manor, even pretend to be something you're not, living your life behind a mask every day. What's wrong with me, a weak woman trying to protect myself, putting on an act?"

Weak woman?

The thought of being kicked into the pool made Xie Yunqi's lips twitch involuntarily.

Are there any weak women in the world who could kick a martial arts man into a pool?

"Since you've chosen to pretend, why don't you just go all the way?"

Did he suddenly go crazy today?

Xi Yao chuckled at him, "With your disgusting appearance, I can't keep up the act at all, you idiot."

She let out a soft cry and left in the direction of Guiyunxuan.

Xie Yunqi climbed out of the water with a dark face, ignoring the water dripping from his body, his gaze fixed on the direction Xi Yao had left.

He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong that allowed a woman who had only been at the resort for a few days to see through him.

Over the years, apart from Xie Yungui, even his father and mother hadn't discovered his affair.

Sure enough, once you're in the world of martial arts, there are no simple people.

the other side.

As soon as Xi Yao returned to Guiyun Pavilion, 996 raised the same question:

[Host, why couldn't you hold back and make a move today? This is Flying Snow Manor. If you make a move, won't everyone else know?]

No, it won't.

Xi Yao poured herself a glass of water, drank it, wiped her mouth, and continued:

"I just used my internal energy to sense the surroundings, and there's no one else around, except for Xie Yunqi himself..."

She sneered, "He won't tell anyone; he can't bear the shame."

The dignified young master of Feixue Manor was kicked into the water by a woman. It's laughable if word gets out; he's lost all face and dignity.

Therefore, Xie Yunqi would definitely not tell anyone on his own initiative.

[I thought you'd find somewhere else to secretly beat up Xie Yunqi.]

That guy doesn't look like a good person.

Perhaps knowing that Xie Yungui is the real boss, 996 is now increasingly disgusted with Xie Yunqi.

"If you want to cripple Xie Yunqi, you really need to find a secluded place."

Xi Yao sat down, rested her chin on her hand, and said thoughtfully:

"At least it can't happen at Feixue Manor, and Xie Yunqi can't find out that I did it."

After all, there is still the uncertain factor of Xie Changkong.

If she cripples Xie Yunqi, Xie Changkong will definitely not let it go.

There's something about Lin Wantang that's hard to explain.

Xie Yunqi is her own son.

Xie Yungui will be caught in the middle and put in a difficult position.

Furthermore, Xi Yao also wanted to develop a closer relationship with Lin Wantang in order to find out the truth about how she and Xie Changkong rose to prominence.

[Then wait until Xie Yunqi leaves Flying Snow Manor, then you can teleport there and beat him up, crippling his martial arts.]

But the thought that he can no longer monitor anyone's whereabouts makes 996 feel somewhat dejected.

[Host, you'll have to rely on yourself to keep an eye on Xie Yunqi's movements.]

I don't know when he'll go out, or where he'll go next.

Currently, teleportation scrolls can only be used if the specific location is known.

For example, they need to know which restaurant Xie Yunqi went to in order to send the message accurately.

"It's okay, I can manage on my own."

Xi Yao prepared to continue winning people's hearts.

There's no information you can't get by spending money.

The thing she has in abundance is money.

The servants in the manor all knew some martial arts.

But they still live as ordinary people because it's hard to earn money outside, and the risks are high.

When money is offered to you, who can resist taking it?

However, before doing that, Xi Yao thought she should make a few simple hand grenades and put them in the space, just in case.

For the next two days, Xi Yao hid in her room and secretly worked on making hand grenades.

Xie Yungui, on the other hand, was busy preparing things, redecorating the bedroom for their wedding night the next day.

That night arrived quickly.

As the red candles burned, Xie Yungui was hanging the last gauze curtain on the golden hook.

Xi Yao leaned against the door and looked at him; the candlelight made his profile even more handsome.

Wearing a red wedding dress, the belt inlaid with jade accentuated her slender and strong waist.

His jet-black hair was only half-tied up with a white jade hairpin, the ends of which swayed gently with his movements.

He's so handsome, Xi Yao felt like he was seducing her.

"The Second Young Master is doing all this himself?" She smiled as she approached, her fingertips brushing against the brocade quilt he had just laid out, teasingly saying, "You've certainly put in the effort."

Xie Yungui straightened up, her ears slightly red. "The proper ceremony cannot be omitted. I was wrong before, and I should be the one to do this."

Then he took two white jade cups from the table, filled them with amber-colored wine, and said, "Yaoyao, let's drink the nuptial wine."

Xi Yao took the wine glass, looked at him, and smiled slightly: "That's not how you drink nuptial wine."

She leaned closer, pressing against his chest: "You feed me, and as for how to feed me, you know what I mean."

As she spoke, Xi Yao gave him a flirtatious wink.

Xie Yungui's breathing visibly faltered, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his ears turned increasingly red, yet he maintained his aloof demeanor.

"Yaoyao, stop fooling around."

"I insist." Xi Yao smiled, raised her arm, wrapped it around his neck, and held the wine glass to his lips. "Or should I feed you?"

Xie Yungui was so pestered by her that he lowered his head and took a sip from her hand. The wine moistened his lips, which gleamed in the candlelight.

"That's not how you feed them."

Xi Yao poured the remaining half cup into her mouth, and before he could react, she stood on tiptoe and kissed him.

The aroma of the wine spread across the lips and teeth, carrying a hint of spiciness and sweetness.

Xie Yungui paused for a moment, and the wine glass in his hand clattered to the ground.

He instinctively supported her waist.

When she asked for more, she backed away.

"How does it taste?" Xi Yao licked her lips, her eyes full of mischief.

Who could stand this?

Xie Yungui reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into his arms. With his other hand around her waist, he turned her around and pressed her down onto the brocade quilt that had been laid out.

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low and husky: "Yaoyao, you started this fire, so you'll have to put it out yourself."

"Heh heh, then let the fire rage even more fiercely."

Xie Yungui gritted his teeth. "I hope you're not just being stubborn."

As he spoke, he began to pull at the belt around Xi Yao's waist, but his movements were somewhat clumsy, and he paused subconsciously when his fingertips touched her warm skin.

"Ha." Xi Yao laughed out loud beneath him, "So our Second Young Master of Flying Snow Manor can't even untie his clothes..."

Before she could finish speaking, Xie Yungui lowered his head and kissed her lips, forcefully prying them apart.

That mouth of his loves to say things that provoke him.

Xi Yao gave a soft hum, but did not back down. Instead, she raised her hand to wrap around his neck, her fingertips tracing through his cool hair.

Two heavy breaths were particularly clear in the quiet room.

"uh-huh--"

Not knowing where she had been touched, Xi Yao shuddered and instinctively let out a muffled groan.

"Scared?" Xie Yungui raised his head, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mockery, as if he were laughing at her stubbornness.

Xi Yao was unconvinced. She tried to calm her rapid breathing, then pulled down his collar and gently bit his Adam's apple.

"Who's afraid of who?"

Xie Yungui's breath hitched, and then his eyes seemed to gather a storm, surging like waves.

He raised his hand and lowered the bed curtains, shutting out the flickering candlelight that filled the room.

Inside the tent, only their intertwined breaths and Xi Yao's occasional soft moans remained, like the best aphrodisiac.

He kissed her eyebrows and eyes, the corners of her lips, and every part of her body.

In the midst of this passionate encounter, Xi Yao gradually lost her earlier ease and could only cling to his shoulders, utterly defeated by his forceful advances.

As the red candle burned halfway down, Xie Yungui's low, husky voice came from inside the tent: "Xiyao, call my name."

"...Yun Gui".

His voice trembled with a broken quality.

A night breeze rose again, causing the remaining wine in the cup to ripple slightly.

The moon hangs high in the sky outside the window, and silver frost sneaks into the room, casting its light on the gauze curtains and enveloping all the soft sounds in a gentle halo.