Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

Xingguang didn’t mind much, ”It’s up to you, but before the end of the year, you have to accompany me back to Yujiang City. I need to visit my mother’s grave.”

Although Mo Yinshu’s body had sunk in Yujiang City and had long been washed away to who knows where, without even a grave, Xu Xingguang still wanted to go to the riverbank there to burn some offerings.

”Sure.” Huo Wen’an added, ”Do you want to visit your grandfather at the Kunze Mountain Range?”

Xingguang felt a stir in her heart.

She did want to go.

But since it’s their first year of marriage, it seemed right to stay with the Huo Family for the New Year, so she said, ”Let’s spend the New Year at the Huo Family’s place, we’ll visit the Kunze Mountain Range afterwards.”

”Alright.”

After the Hundred Medicines Conference, Xingguang was going to the Divine Martial Realm, and before leaving, she should also bid farewell to her grandfather.

Having arranged the New Year’s schedule, Huo Wen’an asked her, ”When are you going back to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall?”

”Tomorrow.”

Hearing this, Huo Wen’an stood up and said, ”In that case, let’s go to bed.”

”Are you sleepy?”

”No.” Huo Wen’an shook his head, held Xu Xingguang’s hand, pulled her up, and said, ”Let’s be sleepy together.”

Xingguang chuckled as she looked at his slightly red ears and neckline, and cooperatively followed him to the bedroom.

As soon as they entered the bedroom, Huo Wen’an pressed her against the wall in the suite’s foyer. Uncharacteristically anxious, he kissed her while grumbling, ”This is only the second time since we got married.”

Xu Xingguang stifled a laugh, reached out to rub Huo Wen’an’s earlobe, and said, ”Then let’s have a good time tonight.”

”Alright.”

*

The next day, at noon, Xu Xingguang returned to the Capital City. Huo Wen’an took her to the private jet, and led her to the lounge. ”You were tired last night; the trip to the Capital City takes several hours. Take a good nap.”

Xingguang cooperated with him.

Huo Wen’an sat with her, watching her until she fell asleep, only then did he disembark from the plane.

Back in the Capital City, Xingguang didn’t return to Huo Family Village; she went straight to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall. She usually stayed there until eleven o’clock at night before going home.

Carrying two boxes of delicacies she had packed from Divine Concealment Island, Xingguang first went to Ying Ziyao’s dormitory. The heater was on inside, and as soon as she entered, she took off her warm down coat and hung it on the coat rack.

”Uncle, sister, I brought you some food.”

Ying Ziyao had long heard about the excellent cooking skills of the chefs on Divine Concealment Island. Seeing Xingguang had brought them special treats, a rare hint of a smile appeared on his otherwise cold and world-weary face.

”That’s considerate of you.”

Ying Ziyao pointed to the small tea table in the living room, ”Put it there.”

”Alright.”

Xingguang hadn’t had dinner either.

The three sat cross-legged around the tea table. Ying Ziyao kept silent, focusing on eating. Huo Xin ate two bowls and still didn’t feel full. Looking at the table full of dishes, she said somewhat puzzled, ”Lately, I always feel like I can’t eat enough.”

Hearing this, Ying Ziyao paused and glanced at Huo Xin, suddenly asking, ”When was your last period?”

Upon hearing this, Xu Xingguang looked in surprise at Huo Xin’s belly.

Just a moment ago, when she didn’t feel too full, Huo Xin now suddenly wasn’t hungry anymore.

Her charming eyes widened slightly.

Staring at her flat belly, Huo Xin calculated the time, and her expression suddenly changed slightly. ”I...”

Ying Ziyao wiped his mouth and said to Huo Xin, ”Let me see your hand.”

Huo Xin hesitated for a moment, then extended her right hand to Ying Ziyao.

Ying Ziyao took her pulse. With his rich experience, he immediately sensed that underneath his finger, her blood vessels seemed to have a series of small bubbles rolling through.

A slippery pulse which can indicate symptoms like phlegm, food retention, or heat excess. If a patient is healthy, diagnosing a slippery pulse leads to only one conclusion.

Pregnancy.

”You’re pregnant,” Ying Ziyao said lightly.

Huo Xin’s expression turned solemn.

Xu Xingguang asked her, ”Is it You Jiaoyang’s?”

Huo Xin looked at Xu Xingguang and frowned, ”Whose else would it be?”

”He will love this child very much.” Xu Xingguang patted Huo Xin’s hand, comforting her, ”Don’t worry. Tell him the news, and you’ll face it together.”

”Happiness is shared, and naturally so is responsibility.”

Upon hearing this, Huo Xin relaxed, ”You’re right.”

She went out with her phone in hand.

Just as Huo Xin stepped out, Ying Ziyao said to Xu Xingguang, ”Your face is flush and you seem like a girl whose period’s regular and is healthy. Someone like you is very easy to become pregnant.”

”If you don’t want a child right now, you have to be careful,” Ying Ziyao used to encounter a lot of confused adults in Cangshan Town, who wanted to avoid pregnancy.

He hoped Xingguang would be a mature adult.

Xu Xingguang chuckled, ”Huo Wen’an hasn’t fully recovered yet, we won’t be having a child now.” Whenever they decide to have a child, it will be when Huo Wen’an is fully recovered.

Nodding, Ying Ziyao said, ”That’s good then.”