Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Feng Huaijin: ”...I can’t guarantee that.”

The thought of Su Li being pregnant and the newborn baby having the memory of a six or seven-year-old child seemed strange, and... it was simply impossible.

If Tuanzi really became the baby in Su Li’s belly, he’d be a brand new infant upon birth, perhaps no longer remembering the moments shared as a family of three, or recalling tonight’s firefly-lit night.

No matter whether Su Li’s future child would be Tuanzi, it felt somewhat unusual.

Feng Huaijin had these thoughts lingering, a complex feeling within his heart.

Tuanzi, on the other hand, contentedly closed his eyes and leaned against Su Li falling asleep.

Su Li, amid a hazy drowsiness, was suddenly gently awakened.

Su Li rubbed her eyes lightly, muttering a sound: ”What is it?!”

”He fell asleep like a little piglet.”

Su Li turned over, instinctively pulled the quilt over, muttered vaguely: ”I... I fell asleep too...”

Near her ear came Feng Huaijin’s lowered and slightly hoarse voice: ”Weren’t you hoping he’d be born early?”

Su Li gradually regained clarity, glancing with dazed eyes at the spirited man utterly awake, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, softly nuzzling: ”Hmm? Yes, I was hoping.”

Tuanzi slept stretched out like a tiny star; under the moonlight, his little face was clearly visible with tiny downy hairs, his small face flushed with a peach-like hue due to deep sleep, adorably cute to an extreme.

Tuanzi dreamed at night; in the dream, there seemed to be a boat with sails swaying over the mountain spring creek outside; was it... coming to get him?

Tuanzi stood by the creek, watching the sails sway, seeming to see his mom and dad standing there, jumping with joy and waving, ”I’m here, are you coming to get me?”

Tuanzi remained in a dreamy stupor, becoming even more fantastical, unsure whether that small boat swaying on the creek had taken him on board, maybe it did? Or... maybe it didn’t.

Su Li held her breath, more nervous than usual.

Late at night, Su Li softly sank into the small bed inside the tent, vaguely aware of a strong arm wrapping over her waist, gently holding her and the nestled Tuanzi, bringing infinite security.

Lying down worn out, Su Li drowsily half-opened her eyes and gently attempted to move the large hand resting on her waist away.

Above her head, Feng Huaijin’s lazy yet slightly weary low voice came: ”Do you still have energy to stay awake? Are you hinting at me, or protesting against me?”

Su Li half-squinted, nuzzling against the pillow, her little face slightly flushed: ”I... I just want to go to the toilet.”

Wanting to go to the toilet, hence unable to fall asleep.

The large hand over her slender waist moved away, Feng Huaijin gently opened the tent, speaking softly: ”I’ll take you.”

Fireworks exploded in Su Li’s mind, waking her considerably, her face blushing red, ”No, no need, I can manage by myself.”

It was too embarrassing. Su Li thought of the scene, her whole body’s pores about to explode.

Su Li tumbled out of bed, ready to slip into her shoes by the bedside to head outside.

In the moment she stood up, those indistinguishable deep purple eyes in the night flickered with a trace of pain, suddenly everything went black before her.

Su Li’s heart panicked, her body twisted in imbalance, in her tense state, her ankle seemed to catch on something, causing her to lurch toward the ground...