Chapter 511, Hong Yi
Sang Zhe was dragged away in front of the three ladies.
Although it felt a bit like an on-the-spot betrayal, the three women knew they were in the wrong, so they could only watch with teary eyes as Sang Zhe was taken away by another woman for some “fun.”
Once Sang Zhe’s screams faded behind the door, Tang Yubbing turned back to the trio.
“You three realize your mistakes, right?”
The three ladies nodded vigorously.
“This time, I’ll let it slide. Just don’t get overly excited next time.”
“Learn from Meng Qiyan and Shi Qingyan. They work hard every day to earn money and enjoy Sang Zhe without any guilt.”
Tang Yubbing looked like a kindergarten teacher, earnestly instructing: “If you want to enjoy Sang Zhe’s body openly, you can’t just lock yourselves in your rooms playing games like shut-ins.”
“Get out there, work hard, see the sunlight and scenery, contribute to the Sang family and the Demon Cultivators, and then Sang Zhe will be at your disposal!”
The three exchanged glances, clearly tempted.
Meanwhile, standing aside, Master Yu Xia was sweating profusely, wondering if the master had completely lost his rights and turned into the ladies’ plaything.
“As long as you work hard and earn money.”
“Next time, you can bring Sang Zhe back to your room openly and play with him however you like.”
“Great!” Hua Jianglian gritted her teeth, whispering, “I’ll get back to work right now.”
Long Huan also slowly stood up, “Leave the Sang household chores to me.”
Si Jingzhu even started counting her own hair, “One, two, three…”
Tang Yubbing looked pleased at the motivated trio.
After they all enthusiastically set out to work, Master Yu Xia quietly remarked, “The lady’s guidance is subtle; just a few words ignited their motivation. Truly impressive…”
Tang Yubbing replied, “No, I was just trying to pua them.”
Master Yu Xia: “?”
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Meanwhile, in Zhang Xiaoying’s room.
Due to her pregnancy, Zhang Xiaoying had been struggling with insomnia and erratic sleeping patterns.
Last night she went to bed early, but her sleep was shallow, and even the occasional flutter of birds outside disturbed her.
Now that it was daytime, she began to feel tired again and went back to bed.
Since she was close to her due date, her belly was prominently rounded, making it uncomfortable to sleep in any position.
Exhausted, Zhang Xiaoying slowly closed her eyes once more.
But after an indeterminate amount of time, she suddenly opened them again.
The scenery before her had somehow transformed from her room into a vast, foggy, desolate wilderness.
All around was filled with a bleak gray mist, hazy and indistinct, making it hard to tell if she was dreaming or awake.
Zhang Xiaoying looked around and suddenly heard a somewhat eerie voice:
“Oh?”
“It seems like I’ve encountered someone interesting this time.”
Zhang Xiaoying calmly turned her head and saw not far away a shadow cloaked under a hood.
The shadow had no face, completely shrouded, its voice hoarse and muffled.
“You… are Sang Zhe’s woman?”
Zhang Xiaoying seemed to realize something but calmly replied, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hehe, you’re quite guarded.”
The shadow shook its head lightly, “It appears you’ve guessed my identity.”
“But don’t worry. I’m not Ancestral Cang.”
“You can call me Hong Yi.”
Zhang Xiaoying tilted her head slightly.
She couldn’t recall her husband mentioning a being named this.
But a divine demon was still a divine demon.
Her husband had already told her that divine demons used a spell called Dream World Dust to seek out their avatars in the human realm.
Last time, Si Jingzhu had a misfortune and was caught by the Dream World Dust, requiring her husband to personally rescue her.
Yet, she wasn’t a treasure of the underworld, not something they’d bother looking for with such effort.
Clearly, she was just unfortunate to be discovered by this divine demon.
Although her husband had said that the other party wouldn’t do anything to her in the dream, Zhang Xiaoying remained alert, her clear gaze fixed on the figure.
“What do you want?”
Hong Yi remained silent.
It simply looked down at Zhang Xiaoying’s stomach.
“…Sang Zhe’s child?”
Zhang Xiaoying instinctively covered her abdomen.
“How lovely.” Hong Yi giggled, its laughter unsettling, “It’s going to be an adorable child, I’m sure.”
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl? Have you thought of any names?”
Zhang Xiaoying still said nothing.
“Hey, don’t be so nervous.”
Hong Yi shrugged, “I told you, I’m not Ancestral Cang.”
“Not every divine demon is interested in the treasures of heaven and earth.”
“I’m more interested in Sang Zhe.”
“I won’t harm you,” Hong Yi said with a smile, “On the contrary, I’ll bless you and your baby.”
Zhang Xiaoying looked slightly puzzled.
“Actually, if you introspect a bit, you already know the baby’s gender, right?”
“…It’s a girl.” After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Xiaoying slowly replied.
“A girl.”
Hong Yi’s voice seemed bright with excitement: “She should be a beauty just like her mother.”
“Have you thought of a name?”
“Sang Lian You.”
“Lian You… that’s a beautiful name.”
Hong Yi chuckled and squatted down, as if greeting the baby from afar.
“Hello there, Little Lian You.”
“You must grow up beautiful.”
“Though I may not arrive by your birth, when I meet you…”
“I’ll have a gift for you that you’ll surely love.”
Zhang Xiaoying had no clue what it was talking about.
She merely instinctively remained wary, her clear eyes never leaving the shadow.
Seeing her still so on guard, Hong Yi couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Alright, don’t be so scared.”
“What if you’re so scared something happens? He would be sad.”
“Who are you, really?” Zhang Xiaoying couldn’t help but ask.
“Me? I’m Tai Chu Shen Mo Hong Yi.”
Hong Yi turned to leave: “We’ll meet again when the opportunity arises.”
“Today… just wish you sweet dreams.”
As its voice faded away, the surrounding fog thickened, and Zhang Xiaoying’s vision blurred.
When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the familiar ceiling.
Outside, the sky had completely darkened, and a strong hand was still tightly holding hers.
“Awake?”
“…Mm.”
“Want to eat something?” Sang Zhe asked gently, “I’ll make it for you.”
“I’m not really hungry.” Zhang Xiaoying replied dully.
“Really? Once you miss this opportunity, it’ll be gone.”
Sang Zhe teased, “I snuck out from Meng Qiyan and Senior Sister Shi just to cook for you. If I take too long, they’ll drag me back.”
“Then hurry up.”
Zhang Xiaoying gently pushed him out: “Don’t keep them waiting.”
“Are you really not hungry? I can make you some porridge—”
Before Sang Zhe could finish, Zhang Xiaoying pushed him out of the room.
In the dim room, Zhang Xiaoying softly stroked her belly, her gaze gentle.
