Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Wife? Lian Wu, she's here?

He suppressed his surprise and softened his tone slightly. He then asked her a few more questions. Ji Shu answered clearly and logically, though her answers were a little immature. Fortunately, she was young and had room for improvement, which was barely satisfactory to him. He then circled her resume in red pen.

Then she was told to go home and wait for further notice.

Ji Shu deduced from his expression and reflected on her own performance, feeling that she had done well, but the final result would only be known when the announcement was released.

Si Xiunian glanced at his phone and, sure enough, there was a message from Assistant Lin. He and his wife had arrived and were already seated in his office.

I don't understand, what is she doing here?

But he still decided to stop what he was doing to take a look. He told his assistant, Lin, to take charge of the interviews, so he packed his things and went to the office.

As soon as he opened the door, a figure rushed towards him, startling him so much that he took a step back. When he saw who it was, he realized it was Yuewu.

Before he could ask what was going on, he saw tears streaming down Yuewu's fair face, like tiny pearls. He froze, then hurriedly tried to comfort her.

He held her shoulders and wiped away her tears. The girl's eyes were red and swollen, and her tearful expression was both pitiful and aggrieved. He put aside his usual sharp tongue and patiently comforted her.

He was still a little panicked. He had never seen Yuewu cry before. He was afraid that something had happened to make her cry so pitifully.

He helped her sit down on the small sofa, took out tissues to wipe her tears, and asked gently, "Why are you crying? Did someone upset you?"

After drying her off and waiting for Yuewu to calm down a bit, he joked, "Talk to your husband, I'll stand up for you."

He had intended to comfort her, but when he received a complaining glare from Yuewu, he suddenly realized that she might be angry with him.

Looking back, he doesn't think he's ever offended her.

Yuewu turned away from him. Actually, nothing was wrong; it was just that the person who had been by her side when she woke up this morning had suddenly disappeared.

Hearing from her father that Si Xiunian had gone to the company, she still felt anxious and uneasy, like a fledgling bird that was used to being fed by its mother and was suddenly told that it would have to learn to hunt for itself, looking at the vast world with panic and helplessness.

Having spent so much time together, she had long been accustomed to his presence. His sudden disappearance threw her into a panic, her sense of security was forcibly stripped away, and all she could think about was wanting to be with Si Xiunian.

Lian's father naturally objected, but he reasoned that it wasn't like he was never coming back from work, and men shouldn't be spoiled too much.

Moreover, she is currently pregnant, so it's best for her to be careful.

Yuewu found it strange. Her emotions had become increasingly unstable lately, and she often felt like crying. However, she had held back because Si Xiunian was with her and she didn't want to be laughed at.

It was Lin Yu who noticed her low spirits and assured her that he would get her there safely before Yue Wu finally agreed, and only then did she show a smile.

Upon entering the company, she was stopped at the reception desk. She explained that she was Si Xiunian's wife, but the receptionist didn't believe her and asked her to provide proof. She tried to find his contact information but discovered that they hadn't added each other back after she deleted him.

They're always together and don't need to contact each other by phone, so they forgot to add it.

Yuewu was angry; it was all Si Xiunian's fault. If he hadn't suddenly run away, she wouldn't be so heartbroken.

But I still want to see him.

Fortunately, Assistant Lin happened to pass by and saw her. After hearing her story, he took the opportunity to bring her up.

Assistant Lin said that Si Xiunian was at an interview meeting. She said she had nothing to do and found a seat to sit down, waiting for him to come back out of boredom.

She finally heard the door open, and immediately put down her phone and ran over excitedly, but he actually dodged it.

Yuewu was lost in thought. Was he disgusted with her?

How dare he look down on her!

Damn it, she's going to find a truckload of bread to beat him up.

Thinking that she had been holding back her emotions, she finally couldn't hold them back anymore, and tears welled up in her eyes. To save face, she pursed her lips tightly to prevent herself from crying out loud.

She had seen online that men would complain about their pregnant wives being "old hags" or "yellow-faced women," and some would even cheat on them.

The more she thought about it, the sadder she became, so she could only turn her head away and not look at him.

She cried even more pitifully, her eyes red and swollen. In the end, Si Xiunian gave in, hugging her tightly with an irresistible force, wiping away her tears, and began to apologize, "Little darling, don't cry, it was my fault, I apologize to you, please forgive me, okay?"

Hearing him take the initiative to make peace, she softened her attitude, stopped crying, and admitted her mistake. She wasn't an unreasonable person.

Remembering something, she picked up her phone and held it out to him. "Let's add a green bubble (a type of online chat feature), I can't reach you without your contact information," she said with a hint of resentment in her voice.

Si Xiunian had a guess in his heart: she probably came crying to him because she couldn't find him when she woke up in the morning.

She's so clingy; she must really love him to death.

He didn't directly tease her like before, because he felt that if he did, the little girl would probably lose her pearls again.

She looks best when she's smiling.

After calming him down, Si Xiunian asked him to sit on the sofa for a while, as he still had some official business to attend to.

After calming down, Yuewu discussed her unusual behavior with 66. Her emotions were becoming increasingly unstable; she would get angry or sad for no reason, something she had never done before.

66 also noticed that something was wrong with him; this was not the usual Wuwu.

Only after searching through the system manual did I learn that the mission taker would also be affected in the small world. He was now pregnant, and the changes in his hormone levels affected the neurotransmitters that regulate emotions in the brain, which could cause pregnant women to experience symptoms such as sensitivity, suspicion, and overthinking. If not properly managed, it could even lead to pregnancy depression.

The original owner was unable to manage her stress, which led to her depression during pregnancy. Her husband's neglect and the pressure of pregnancy caused her body to break down and become weak, resulting in a difficult childbirth.

Moon Mist is a spirit that entered the body. The body she uses to perform the mission was specially created by the Heavenly Dao consciousness. Their appearance is not to replace the original owner, but merely a possibility to fulfill the original owner's wishes.

All mission takers are like this: upon entering a body, they experience the original owner's birth, aging, sickness, and death, and taste the true emotions of humanity. Compared to those with transcendent abilities, they are just ordinary people in the small world, which is also a limitation imposed on them by the will of Heaven.

The original owner experienced depression during her pregnancy, and she will also suffer from this problem during this stage.

Upon learning this, Yuewu sighed, "Life is truly troublesome. We are constantly plagued by various diseases and crises, and a slight misstep can mean the end of our lives."

After some discussion, Yuewu still felt it was Si Xiunian's fault. It was all his problem, and she had to endure the pain of pregnancy, which caused her to lose control of her emotions.

66 kindly reminded her, "If we really have to talk about who is right and who is wrong, the biggest problem is still the original owner." If she hadn't drugged Si Xiunian and forced him to get pregnant, and then kept the birth a secret from everyone, and even if her only request was to keep the child, she would have been fine.

As for Si Xiunian, he never expected the child to appear from beginning to end. He even planned to have Yuewu abort the child, but he only gave in because of Yuewu's insistence.

Yuewu thought that made sense, but she just couldn't stand Si Xiunian and felt uncomfortable if she didn't say something to him.

When Si Xiunian finished everything and looked over, Yue Wu was already asleep. He glanced at his phone; it was a message from Su Qiyuan. He had also noticed Yue Wu's recent unusual behavior, but since his previous marriage to Yue Wu was just an arranged one, he didn't want to spend time getting to know her.

I've heard that girls have a few unhappy days every month, just think of it as menstrual cramps.

But today's sudden crying really startled him.

As a doctor, Su Qiyuan had seen many such cases. He replied to his friend, "Pregnant women often experience depressive tendencies, and Lian Wu might be prone to this. Pay close attention and try to comfort her."

Si Xiunian also learned from Lin Yu that Yuewu had been anxious about not being able to find him as soon as she woke up this morning and wanted to come looking for him. He felt even more that Yuewu had depressive tendencies. He felt helpless. In his eyes, Yuewu had always been sunny and cheerful, a little arrogant but very cute. She should always be happy.

Depression should have been something that had nothing to do with her.

He couldn't help but reflect on himself, wondering if he could have prevented her from becoming depressed if he had shown her more care. He squatted down next to the sofa, lowered his eyelids, and looked at her with deep affection. His fingers, white as jade, gently poked her barely noticeable dimples.

His voice was low and deep, like a long murmur, "This is really troublesome."

But he couldn't help but dislike her; deep down, he hoped she would rely on him more.

More, and even more.

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