I Was Sold to My Mortal Enemy (Double Transmigrations)

Lu Chao had to wait three days for his marriage to take place. When he found out that Pei Xing and the others had arrived, he eagerly made his way to Xiyue Pavilion.

He circled around them several times before fixating on Shi Yi in awe, exclaiming, “Incredible! Unbelievable! You actually inflicted severe injuries on Liu Ling. You truly are the one Brother Pei chose, an exceptional individual.”

Shi Yi silently glanced at him as he continued to heap praise, incessantly bringing up Pei Xing. If this person had lived in the 11th century, he would have been an ardent fan.

A hint of mischief flickered in Shi Yi’s eyes as he tried to appear mysterious and even attempted to pat him on the shoulder. However, he was too short to reach, so he gazed earnestly at Lu Chao and cautiously said, “Actually, this matter has nothing to do with Pei Xing. The credit goes to our advanced technology that followed us here.”

Pei Xing: “…”

Lu Chao’s curiosity was piqued: “May I ask who this advanced technology fellow is? Can you introduce me?”

He was determined to get acquainted with this fearless warrior.

“Oh, I’m embarrassed to say. This dear friend lost his beloved son and is still bedridden due to grief. It’s all my fault.” Shi Yi touched the gun at his side, which had consumed a few bullets.

“It’s not your fault at all. It’s ultimately because Liu Ling was so ruthless, not even sparing children.” Lu Chao said with anger. When he recalled the wicked woman who had harassed Wen Jun, he yearned to deal with her swiftly.

“Yes, that woman was so heartless that my high-tech friend lost two children,” Shi Yi said sorrowfully, covering his face with his hands, turning around, and throwing himself into Pei Xing’s arms to stifle his laughter.

Pei Xing embraced his shaking body, and they shared a quiet glance with the indignant Lu Chao. A brief silence ensued.

Zhou Yan and Song Ning were perplexed. They were aware of the situation but had never heard about any children dying.

Song Ning inquired with skepticism, “I don’t recall any child dying. Whose child are you talking about?”

Pei Xing: “…”

Zhou Yan was also puzzled and asked, “Who is this high technology fellow? Weren’t we always together? How have I never seen him before?”

Pei Xing: “…”

“He’s the waiter at Huanyue Tower,” Pei Xing stated flatly before changing the topic and inquiring about Wen Jun’s absence.

When Wen Jun’s name came up, Lu Chao’s expression softened, and he blushed slightly. He chuckled and said, “He’s inconvenient at the moment, so he couldn’t join us.”

“Ah, Brother Wen, don’t tell me, he is already pregnant?” Song Ning seemed taken aback, as these two hadn’t even tied the knot.

Pei Xing and Zhou Yan also looked at him in astonishment, not expecting such a big situation.

Lu Chao chuckled twice, nodded, and explained, “It came to light during Brother Pei’s previous wedding. Due to concerns over potential accidents, his family hasn’t let him out.”

In fact, when it was discovered, Lu Chao was subjected to a stern reprimand and beaten by a stick before confined in the ancestral hall. Wen Jun ultimately cried and pleaded with his father to release him.

When Shi Yi heard the mention of Wen Jun being pregnant, he stiffened immediately. He remembered that he was also a shuanger. Although his lotus birthmark was relatively faint, it was not impossible. The thought made him anxious.

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After Lu Chao left, Shi Yi remained lost in thought.

He extended a hand to touch his belly and asked Pei Xing, “Do you think there might be a baby in my belly?”

Pei Xing gazed at him thoughtfully.

Pei Xing glanced at the faint red lotus mark between Shi Yi’s eyebrows, touched his soft belly once more, gently squeezed it, and offered a reassuring response, “It’s highly unlikely.”

Shi Yi’s heart was slightly relieved. However, just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Song Ning chimed in unexpectedly, saying, “It’s not impossible, you know. The power of those eight red lotus fruits is considerable. They also aid in fertility, so it’s entirely possible. Don’t be overly anxious.”

These words hit them like a thunderbolt, leaving both of them in stunned silence.

Shi Yi nervously scratched his stomach, his face pale, as if he had a baby in his belly, which filled him with dread.

Pei Xing was equally anxious. The medical technology in this era was primitive, and giving birth was like walking through the gate of death. He had never considered having Shi Yi go through the ordeal of childbirth. He had been so insistent on getting what he wanted due to the faint red lotus mark between Shi Yi’s eyebrows.

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In the evening, they sat face to face on the bed. Shi Yi kept touching his soft belly, still distressed about the possibility of being pregnant.

“Let’s just let nature take its course!” Pei Xing held Shi Yi in his arms and comforted him, “The red lotus mark between your eyebrows is barely there, so the odds of getting pregnant are extremely low, almost impossible. Try not to worry too much.”

“It’s ultimately your fault,” Shi Yi said, blaming Pei Xing for their predicament. He pushed him away, bundled himself in a quilt, and rolled up like a cocoon, saying in a muffled voice, “You can’t come near me anymore in the future.”

It was as though he believed that any contact would lead to pregnancy.

Pei Xing wiped his face with his hand, sighed deeply, and laid on the bed. He might not be able to touch someone for the next few days.

After a short while, Pei Xing felt an emptiness in his arms, and it left him feeling uncomfortable. He turned onto his side, lifted the quilt, and pulled Shi Yi back into his embrace.

Shi Yi initially struggled, saying, “I told you not to get close to me. Let go!”

Pei Xing held the ball of fire in his arms tightly, and his body immediately reacted, playfully smacking Shi Yi on the buttocks and saying, “Behave yourself, or I might make you really carry a baby.”

Shi Yi whimpered twice and nestled in his arms obediently.

“You won’t get pregnant just by cuddling. Why are you so worried?” Pei Xing gently massaged his soft waist.

“You’re not the one who might get pregnant, so of course you don’t care,” Shi Yi responded with a touch of frustration.

Hearing his disheartened tone, Pei Xing’s heart softened. He kissed his cheek and continued caressing his belly, “I made a mistake in that matter, but it’s been a while, and it’s no longer relevant. If it really concerns you, we can see a doctor tomorrow.”

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Pei Xing suggested seeing a doctor, and the following day, they visited a physician. The doctor initially took Shi Yi’s pulse and then inspected the faint red lotus mark between his eyebrows. Upon learning that Shi Yi had consumed eight red lotus fruits a while ago, the doctor cast a stern gaze at him.

“Although the red lotus fruit can aid in fertility, it is not a favorable substance. It is best used sparingly in the future. With only a faint outline of the red lotus mark between the eyebrows, it is unlikely that he will be able to conceive in this lifetime. If you wish to have children, you might consider alternative methods. Having a beautiful concubine might be a more pleasant prospect than tormenting your wife.”

Upon hearing the doctor’s verdict that Shi Yi was unlikely to get pregnant in this lifetime, both of them felt immense relief. It was clear that the doctor was amazed by their response, as most couples typically reacted with solemnity upon hearing such news. In contrast, they appeared remarkably relaxed.

Shi Yi felt relieved, but when it was time to attend Lu Chao’s wedding, he noticed Wen Jun in his room clutching his stomach, a faint frown on his face, his complexion pale, and his discomfort evident. Puzzled, Shi Yi couldn’t help but feel uneasy. He quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to Wen Jun, who appeared to be in distress.