Feng Ruqing frowned. âYou know about embryos?â
âMother, donât forget that we also came into this world with you, so Iâll naturally know.â
âOh...â She pouted. âSo when can I give birth to this thing? I canât let her keep affecting my cultivation.â
Fu Chen paused and looked somewhat sympathetically at the child in Feng Ruqingâs belly.
Hopefully... The one inside her womb was a girl.
If it were a boy, he would probably be beaten up by his mother when he was born, maybe even abandoned.
His mother had always been soft on girls, and her warmth was something a boy could never enjoy.
âMother...â Little Qing Han looked serious. âWhatâs in Motherâs belly isnât a thing. Sheâs a little sister! Mother has used the wrong word. How could Mother call her a thing?â
Feng Ruqing stroked her chin. âHow do you know it will be a little sister? Not a hairy boy?â
Fu Chen sighed.
âSee, Mother is different toward girls, even the way Mother addressed them is different.â
So, the one in the womb could only pray for himself. Hopefully, if it were a boy, he would be smart enough to change genders after hearing these words from his mother. Otherwise, its life would probably be miserable...
âOf course itâs a little.â Little Qing Han smiled brightly. âI can feel that she is definitely a little sister. Only a little sister can be so well-behaved.â
âWell-behaved?â
Feng Ruqing sneered. It had swallowed all her spiritual qi, and that was still called well-behaved?
âAnd... Only the little sister will be so greedy. The boys canât be too greedy.â Qing Han was very serious. âSo, from that, I can conclude that it must be a little sister.â
Feng Ruqing frowned. âI hope so...â
Fu Chen was speechless.
Somehow he shivered fiercely after hearing the girlâs words.
He always felt that... If it were not a girl after birth, his mother would hang him up and beat him first.
It was terrible...
âMother...â Fu Chenâs face became gloomy. âPromise me that if you give birth to a boy, will you calm down for a while? Donât act recklessly. Itâs not good if you kill him. After all, heâs your own child.â
Feng Ruqing glanced at Fuchen. âDonât I look calm now?â
âThen... Can you take your hand off my arm first?â
Feng Ruqing was startled. She had just realized that she had pinched Fu Chen hard.
The little guyâs arms were all blue. He looked pitiful.
âOh, sorry. Just now I imagined you as my future son...ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Feng Ruqing calmly retreated her hand, acting as if nothing had happened.
âMother, promise me that youâll be calm when you see the baby, and... Donât pinch me again...â
Feng Ruqing kept her hand back. âSorry, as soon as you say that I canât control myself. Well, Iâll try to control it then. Everything will be fine if he gives me back my spiritual qi. But if not... Hehe... Iâll never let him go!â
Fu Chen was on the verge of tears. âMother really does prefer women to men!
Besides, he was not the one who stole his motherâs spiritual qi, so why did she treat him like that?
Little Qing Hanâs small arms encircled Feng Ruqingâs arm, with a cute and innocent smile on her adorable face. âMother, donât listen to Brother Fu Chen. The one in Motherâs womb is obviously a little sister, not a little brother.â