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

"Sister, you can only be mine!"

Dark clouds gathered in Yu Moyan's eyes, his expression one of obsession and madness. "You're back. I'll hide you away and never let you leave. If you leave, I'll make everyone in this world die with me!"

"Wait!" Xi Yao covered his mouth. "Don't get excited. I was just stunned for a moment. I didn't say I wouldn't agree."

The dark mist in Yu Moyan's eyes dissipated. He gently kissed her palm, took her hand, and said, "Sister, I will immediately have the wedding prepared. We will get married in half a month."

After they got married, she became his wife.

The thought of his wife filled Yu Moyan's heart with sweetness.

"Wait a minute, I..."

"I can't wait any longer, sister."

Before Xi Yao could finish speaking, Yu Moyan interrupted her.

He leaned closer to her, his hot breath on her face. "Sister, I like you, no, I love you. For thirteen years, I've been looking forward to growing up quickly so I can marry you."

His gaze was so intense that Xi Yao couldn't help but swallow hard.

Of course she knew; how could she not know what the boy she raised was thinking?

Back then, this guy would secretly flaunt his ego in front of her all day long, his gaze almost never leaving her.

He was also extremely possessive, and anyone who came to propose marriage was thwarted by him.

"elder sister……"

Yu Moyan moved closer and closer, his lips almost touching hers, "Does my sister like me?"

"I like him, of course I like him." Xi Yao answered without hesitation; she had liked him for several lifetimes.

A simple "I like you" was enough to make Yu Moyan unable to contain himself.

His burning lips finally pressed down, invading her lips and tongue with irresistible force.

The air seemed to be on fire, each breath tinged with heat.

His hand gripped the back of her neck tightly, not allowing her to retreat an inch, while his other hand held her waist firmly, pressing her tightly into his embrace.

"Sister..." he murmured, his voice hoarse, filled with a frantic obsession with something lost and then regained, "You are mine, inside and out, from head to toe, you can only be mine."

He kissed her again, deeper and more urgently than before, as if to confirm her existence through this kiss and to integrate her into his very being.

Those possessive desires that had been suppressed for too long found an outlet at this moment, surging forth in a torrent.

Xi Yao's body went limp from his kisses, and her consciousness became somewhat blurred.

She only regained consciousness slightly when she felt a cool sensation in her chest and felt a slight pain, and she gasped for breath.

Just when everyone thought he would do something more in-depth today, Yu Moyan stopped.

He lay on top of her, gradually calming his strange state.

After some time, Yu Moyan straightened her clothes, sat up himself, and helped her up as well.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I lost control just now."

He seemed very guilty, his head slightly lowered, looking quite dejected.

"It's alright, I don't blame you." Xi Yao immediately felt sorry for him, reached out and cupped his face. Their eyes met. "Xiao Yan, can the wedding be postponed a little longer? I still have some things to take care of."

"What's wrong?" Yu Moyan asked, visibly nervous. "Are you leaving, sister?"

Seemingly recalling her departure, his aura turned violent.

"No, no," Xi Yao interrupted his wild imagination and quickly explained, "My current identity is the illegitimate daughter of Chi Xingwang, the Minister of Rites. I want to settle things in my household first, and then marry you in a grand and glorious manner."

She wanted to kill Wang Tianci, and as for Yu Huiran and Chi Xingwang's family, she planned to ruin them.

"Chi Xingwang?" Yu Moyan paused. "Sister, are you now Chi Xingwang's illegitimate daughter?"

"Yes, I want to get rid of this identity before I marry you."

"No, sister, I can't wait any longer. Tomorrow I will have the emperor issue an imperial decree to grant us marriage, and we will get married in half a month."

Now that she has a legitimate identity, isn't that better?

However, since her sister is Chi Xingwang's illegitimate daughter, why was there no movement before?

Chi Xingwang couldn't possibly be unaware that he was looking for a woman, and he had also seen the portrait.

Looking at the identical face in front of him, Yu Moyan twirled his fingers.

There is only one explanation.

That is, the concubine's daughter of the Chi family did not originally look exactly like her older sister, but after her older sister returned, she took on her older sister's appearance.

However, the people of the Chi family did not react at all, which suggests that the elder sister must have used magic to do something to replace the appearance of the Chi family's illegitimate daughter in their memories.

Yu Moyan suppressed all his guesses, held her hand, and continued, his gaze fixed on her:

"As for the Chi family, whatever you want to do, sister, I can help you. Whether it's confiscating the Chi family's property or killing them all, I can help you."

Once she enters his palace, the Chi family should disappear.

Seeing how afraid he was of her refusing, Xi Yao smiled and nodded, "Okay, then I'll listen to Xiao Yan."

As long as the Chi family doesn't have a good ending, fulfilling the host's wish is enough.

Yu Moyan finally smiled, his eyes filled with joy, as if he had returned to ten years ago.

"Sister, I'll tell the servants to start preparing. Also, what would you like to eat? I'll have it made so we can celebrate your return tonight."

"Anything is fine, I like whatever Xiaoyan prepared."

"Okay, then wait for me, I'll be right back."

He stood up and once again told her to wait for him there. After Xi Yao nodded in agreement, he left the room.

Only then did Xi Yao have time to properly examine the room.

It's exactly the same as her room in Sanhe Village, only a bit bigger.

This shabby bedroom seemed out of place in the vast Regent's Palace, but it was Yu Moyan's only place of solace in the past nine years.

Xi Yao walked to the dressing table, touched the familiar rouge box and sighed, "996, look, this is my old rouge box, he kept it for nine years."

The rouge box was made of fine pear wood, and its edges had become rounded, indicating that it had been touched by people every day.

[Yes, host. The big boss brought all the things you used to use to the capital, even the clothes you made for him. They're all kept in a separate room, and no one is ever allowed near them.]

The big shot drinks frequently and wants to see you again in his dreams. When he's drunk, he sleeps in the bed you once slept in.

He hugged himself, like a wounded cub, licking his wounds alone.

Xi Yao's eyes stung with tears as she listened.

Nine years! Nine years is such a long time. I don't know how he got through it.

For her, it was nothing more than taking a nap in a pure white space.

"So, 996, don't do things like that next time. It's so painful to abandon him halfway through."

996 looked at the wings with a wronged expression, "I can't help it, I just want the big boss to have a happy childhood."

Little did anyone know that nine years of loneliness would be spent reminiscing about the sweetness of the previous years.

That's too painful.