Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

"Wuwu, do you really not want Daddy to go with you?"

Yuewu cheerfully refused him, "No need, you should go play chess with the old men in the neighborhood. Si Xiunian will accompany me to my prenatal checkup."

Lian Fu looked at Si Xiunian suspiciously. Could he really do it?

After moving in, he saw how good Si Xiunian was to Yuewu, and his attitude softened. He no longer wanted to hit her with his cane, but he would still often tease her.

“I’m an experienced person, unlike this kid who’s so careless. I was the one who went with your mother when she was pregnant.”

The father puffed out his chest, expressing his pride.

Si Xiunian stepped forward and said gently and respectfully, "It's precisely because I lack experience that I need to learn. Dad, don't worry, I will take good care of you."

His daughter stood in a line with him, offering words of advice from both sides, appearing to be of one mind with him, which could be considered a sign of the couple working together.

The father, defeated, sighed. "My daughter's grown up. She probably thinks he's in the way." But he was torn between playing chess with Old Li or going fishing with Old Huang.

Yuewu watched as her father happily ran off to visit his old friend after giving all the instructions. She exchanged a smile with Si Xiunian, realizing they had worried for nothing.

Her belly was starting to show, and her pregnancy symptoms were becoming more and more obvious. She became sleepy and gluttonous, and all she did all day was eat.

She was in good condition as usual, but she no longer resisted and slept peacefully in Si Xiunian's arms.

She had no feelings for the child, and even seemed distressed, asking if she could skip the pregnancy process or just give birth to him directly.

Just like what Chu did back then, humans also have similar myths about shaping clay.

But 66 said no, their level and permissions weren't high enough to skip it, and the original owner died during a difficult childbirth. Without Moon Mist, skipping it directly would be unstable, and they might repeat the same mistake and be kicked out of the small world.

There was no other way; she needed to focus on her pregnancy.

Under Lin Yu's bright gaze, Si Xiunian took Yue Wu's hand and went out the door. He immediately let go of her hand at the corner, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, "Don't worry about it. It's all just to cover up in front of them. Don't overthink it."

It has a strong sense of "protesting too much."

Moon Mist nodded, staring at him without saying a word, just like he had before.

Si Xiunian swallowed hard. Saying that made it seem like he cared about her a lot. He gave a mischievous smile and pinched her soft cheek. "What kind of look is that? You're my wife. What's wrong with me taking care of my wife?"

Moon Mist slapped his hand away, pouted, turned her head away, snorted coldly, and ignored him.

Damn it, she couldn't argue with that.

Otherwise, we should just get a divorce.

The little girl was angry, so he had no choice but to reluctantly try to coax her.

He bent down, tilted his head to look at her, and teased, "Are you angry? Don't be angry, it's your husband's fault, hmm~"

Yuewu's face flushed red, and she pursed her lips tightly, stopping the corners of her mouth from turning up. That scoundrel of a man is too good at seducing people.

She can't handle it.

Seeing that the girl's expression softened, he simply grabbed her hand. Yuewu subconsciously struggled, but following the force, her fingertips brushed against each other, and her hands clasped together.

Seeing her so proactive, Si Xiunian chuckled to himself, marveling at his own charm. He went to the garage, drove her over, and sped off toward the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, they went directly to the third floor obstetrics and gynecology department, as they had made an appointment beforehand. Yuewu accompanied him as he went in. This time, they were checking whether the fetus had any deformities or chromosomal abnormalities.

Although Yuewu already knew the outcome, her father and the others were still worried, as everything had to be done with caution since it was her first pregnancy.

The various medical examinations and piles of reports overwhelmed her, and the fasting prenatal checkups left her completely exhausted.

sigh.

Si Xiunian patted her on the shoulder and then took her to see a doctor.

"Come on, stop sighing."

Sighing, she followed along with a pitiful expression, saying that having children was too much trouble.

The doctor held the reports, looked them over, and said, "Ms. Lian, the fetus is much better than last time, there's nothing wrong. Go home and continue your recuperation."

Hearing the reply that there were no problems, Yuewu breathed a sigh of relief. Great, it's finally over.

After thanking the doctor, I pushed open the door and stepped into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a frantic female voice called out, "Please hold the door open!"

Through the crack, Si Xiunian saw a woman in a white uniform pushing a cart full of bottles and jars; she must be one of the nurses here.

He shielded Yuewu behind him, opened the elevator door, and the nurse excitedly pushed the cart inside. She was responsible for delivering a new batch of medicine to the department. A doctor there was urging her to come quickly, and luckily she met two kind people.

As she expressed her gratitude, she stared at Yuewu's face, pondering. She looked so familiar, but she couldn't quite place her. Her eyelids drooped, and she saw Yuewu's protruding belly. Memories flooded back like a tide.

Suddenly realizing, "It's you!"

She had seen Yuewu when she came to the hospital last time she was pregnant; she was beautiful and stood out in the consultation room.

She was the only one there that day; the others were accompanied by their husbands, family members, or at the very least, friends.

She sat alone in a corner, her face pale and her brows furrowed with an unyielding sorrow.

Seeing that the woman didn't seem to be feeling well, she went over and asked her what was wrong. The woman said she was fine, so she brought her a glass of warm water and took the opportunity to start a conversation.

I'm curious why you're all alone.

She only said that her husband was a handsome, exceptionally capable man who didn't have time for her.

She definitely didn't believe it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and her words alone couldn't prove anything. She could only see that this woman was a bit love-struck; he wouldn't even accompany her to prenatal checkups, yet she was still speaking up for him.

She talked about this with her friends a lot that day, repeatedly warning them not to be blinded by love.

But now, she secretly glanced at Si Xiunian and wow, he was really handsome and extraordinary. Judging from his clothes and overall demeanor, he was not an ordinary person.

Surprised? No, sister, what you said is actually true.

She tentatively asked, "Is this the handsome and talented husband you described?"

Moon Mist also recalled the nurse's existence in the original owner's memories and nodded in response, confirming that the original owner had indeed said that.

The nurse was even more surprised. She thought Yuewu was a pitiful person blinded by love, but she didn't expect that she was rich, beautiful and had a good partner. She was definitely a winner in life.

Unlike her slightly disheveled appearance last time, she was radiant and had a rosy complexion. The man beside her was supporting her the whole time, clearly showing that they had a very good relationship. It seemed that she had really misunderstood.

The elevator quickly stopped at the nurses' floor. She hurriedly pushed her cart out and looked apologetically at Yuewu, saying that they could talk again next time.

Tsukigami waved goodbye to her. She was a nice person to be able to lend a helping hand to a stranger.

As the elevator reached the ground floor, she eagerly took in the fresh air and skipped happily toward the door. The man beside her followed closely, familiarly taking her hand and leading her toward the parking lot.

"Let's go, I'll take you to eat."

"What should we eat? Can it be crayfish? I want spicy crayfish," she said, looking at him expectantly with a hint of pleading that was hard to refuse.

He didn't say it directly, only leaving her with the question "guess," which made her both expectant and afraid.

Are all men this unpredictable?