Although Lin Luo knew he now had a system and thoughts of his own, he was still fundamentally just a normal fetus, and Bibidong's abortive medicine posed a serious threat to him.
Would Qian Renxue take it?
After all, she called him a little rascal at every turn, constantly saying she wanted to wring his neck. Did she really mean it, though?
Honestly, Lin Luo couldn't trust Qian Renxue. Watching as Bibidong handed her the medicine, he held his breath. She took it silently, making Bibidong's face light up with relief, clearly assuming she was still obedient.
"Yes, that's it. Swallow it quickly; we can't let it be born!"
If she'd had the choice, Bibidong never would've given birth to Qian Renxue herself, as it had only led to regret. Seeing Qian Renxue hesitate, she grew anxious, her gaze locked onto the medicine now so close to her lips.
But in a quiet, red-eyed voice, Qian Renxue murmured, "I'm sorry, I may have made you regret my birth, but as for him, I want to give him a chance to live."
With that, she opened the package and scattered the powder into the wind.
"What are you doing?!"
Bibidong demanded angrily.
Ignoring her, Qian Renxue turned and hurried back to her room, cradling her belly with each step.
Lin Luo, still in shock, could barely believe what he'd just witnessed. She didn't take it?
Huh. That was unexpected.
She'd been saying she hated him all this time, calling him a scoundrel every waking moment, yet here was a perfect opportunity to rid herself of him, untouched?
As Qian Renxue sat down, muttering to herself between bites, Lin Luo's notifications chimed in:
> [Congratulations! Qian Renxue ate a chicken leg, granting you 154 growth points.]
Despite the boost, he was still preoccupied. Her words were echoing in his mind—*"my child."* Though the phrase was strange, somehow, it was oddly comforting.
For the first time, Lin Luo felt there might be something more to this girl.
But that thought didn't last.
Qian Renxue glared down at her belly, jabbing a finger at him: "Don't get any ideas, little rascal! All this means is you get a few more months!"
"When you're born, I won't look out for you at all. If anyone wants to deal with you, that's their problem, not mine!"
Crunching down on her chicken leg, she scowled: "Even if you cry your lungs out, I'll pretend I don't hear a thing!"
The next day, Qian Renxue sat with a manual on knitting, two needles in hand, her expression deadly serious as she tried to mimic the illustrations. Yet, her floor was already covered with failed attempts.
A month later, two figures strolled down a corridor outside her room, sharing a laugh.
"Really? She actually went and bought all those needles and yarn, saying she wanted to make shoes for me?" Qian Daoliu asked, his eyes moistening a little.
"Hard to believe, isn't it?" replied Guang Ling, barely able to contain his smile. "She even said she'd make me a pair too."
Qian Daoliu held up a tiny shoe, no longer than a finger. It was gold, with a little bow on top—adorable but completely impractical.
Confused, Qian Daoliu looked to Guang Ling, who opened a wooden box nearby, revealing a treasure trove of baby clothes in pinks and blues, along with tiny scarves, shoes, and bibs, each intricately woven.
"She's been spending all her time on this?" he asked, staring at the pile of delicate little clothes.
"Yes," Guang Ling replied softly, "She's put a lot of heart into this, each piece more than the last."
Qian Daoliu sighed, closing the box before his face hardened. "Guang Ling, I won't entertain this request again."
With that, a flash of golden fire in his palm reduced the box and its contents to ash.
"Elder Brother!" Guang Ling shouted, his voice heavy with shock and grief. "What did you do? That was her heart's labor!"
Leaving Guang Ling alone with the ashes, Qian Daoliu departed without a backward glance. Later that day, Qian Renxue returned, holding her belly with one hand. "Little brat, I'm exhausted; if Granny Jones hadn't told me exercise was good for you, I wouldn't bother."
Lin Luo rolled his eyes. *If you want to look at scenery, just admit it. How am I supposed to see? Through your belly button?*
And then she grew silent, staring at the ashes scattered on her floor.
After a moment, she held her belly, her voice trembling: "Slow down, little rascal, don't grow up so fast…"
"Or else… how will I have anyone to scold?"