Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Sister Su Li’s due date was around mid-June this year, but Feng Yi’s actual birthday is May third, more than a month early.

There’s a saying, “Seven lives, eight dies”—a seven‑month premature baby survives more easily than an eight‑month one. Even though Ning Yan scoffed at that kind of folk wisdom, he still couldn’t help worrying.

Of course a premature baby’s constitution can’t compare to that of a child born at full term, let alone when Sister Su Li’s pregnancy had been abnormally difficult from the start; this birth was never going to be smooth.

Ning Yan thought for a moment, and instinctively went to take Feng Yi’s phone from the table.

Feng Yi caught his hand in reverse, eyes full of laughter. “Isn’t Uncle Ning supposed to be the legendary genius? How come you’re starting to act stupid too?”

“I already told you I was premature. Even if you go remind them, what’s the point? I’m going to be premature no matter what. And my dad already prepared everything long in advance, and it still ended up a preterm birth. It should be a problem with the body itself.”

Feng Yi had considered telling Su Li and Feng Huaijin ahead of time that she’d been born early.

But the earlier you told them, the more it would make people worry, and it would throw a pregnant woman’s mood into turmoil; if it got serious, it might make Su Li change the original course of history and give birth even earlier.

Ning Yan stopped, realizing he’d let his worry make him forget about that.

If things are already fixed, destined to happen, then warning Sister Su Li ahead of time would only make her anxious and scared.

Feng Yi said, “I’ve already thought it through. On May second I’ll tell my dad, and he can have everything ready on the third.”

Ning Yan gave a slight nod; that wasn’t a bad solution.

Feng Yi went on with her personalized settings. Ning Yan stood at her side, still thinking about what they’d just been talking about.

Feng Yi is a premature baby…

Her official calendar birthday is May third…

Ning Yan suddenly realized something, his voice trembling faintly as he asked, “What date did you book for going to see the meteor shower?”

“Departing from Jiangzhou Prefecture International Airport on May twenty‑second. I remember finding in Uncle Ning’s time records that the rarest meteor shower in Saudi Arabia is this year on May twenty‑fourth! Just in time for us to head over.”

Feng Yi was a little proud. “See, my mom gave birth to me on May third, so of course we’ll be at the hospital taking care of her, right? By around the twentieth or so my mom will already have been in confinement for half a month. At that point we set out for Saudi Arabia to watch the stars—the timing is just right, it’s absolutely perfect!”

This meteor shower was practically coming down just for them; the timing matched them exactly.

Ning Yan’s dark pupils fixed on the hopeful Feng Yi, the look in his eyes hard to read.

Feng Yi’s official birth date is May third, and the day they agreed to go to Saudi Arabia to watch the meteors is May twenty‑fourth.

At that time, a little girl named “Yiyi” would be about to come out of Su Li’s belly into this bright, colorful world.

Yet there would only ever be one Feng Yi in this world.

This had always been one of the logical paradoxes Professor Tang Lide and the others wrestled with in their research on spacetime.

If someone who time‑travels encounters their own self from an earlier point in time, how do you account for that?

Two completely identical people cannot exist in this world; not even twins qualify.

Looking at Feng Yi’s fair side profile, Ning Yan’s mind—usually unmatched in its brilliance—fell into a deep confusion.

If that little girl named Feng Yi is born on May third, does that mean this seventeen‑year‑old Feng Yi in front of him will disappear?

Does it mean… they might not be able to watch that meteor shower together?