Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation-Chapter 1664 - 906: Words Become Law (Part 2)

’Amazing.’ Jiang Ning thought to himself.

However, no matter how good the disguise, under his mana, it is bound to fall apart.

He pondered for a moment and asked: "Do you have a hen? I need a hen."

Shen Qing’e: "What weight do you want?"

Jiang Ning: "My girlfriend is in postpartum confinement, what weight hen do you think is best for making soup?"

Seeing the text in the dialog box, Shen Qing’e suddenly found the ceiling’s incandescent lamp exceptionally dazzling, and she felt the world spinning.

After gathering her thoughts for a while, Shen Qing’e hurriedly typed to inquire: "Your girlfriend in postpartum confinement? How old is your girlfriend? Is she a student?"

"When is the baby born?"

"Speak up! Don’t lie to me!"

Jiang Ning could feel her extraordinary urgency just by the words. He leisurely typed: "Boss, you’re crossing the line."

After sending the message, Jiang Ning casually shut off the screen, and began to enjoy Chuchu’s attentive service.

...

Compared to Jiang Ning’s calmness, Shen Qing’e was in a panic.

’Is it true? If it’s true, then who is in confinement?’

’Postpartum confinement...’ Shen Qing’e was restless, fingers unconsciously poking at the screen, tapping into the Tieba app.

The Yu Zhou Fourth Middle School’s Tieba was excellently run, during the New Year they held a fireworks photo contest, Qi Tianheng sponsored a sum of money, Shen Qing’e had someone help photograph her single-handedly holding up a Kongming Lantern, and won a 50 yuan prize.

She accidentally clicked into the Tieba homepage, and was greeted by a post with considerable heat, titled ’Fourth Middle School’s Barbecue Princess actually...’.

Shen Qing’e knew who the Barbecue Princess was, it was Pei Yujing from class 3 in grade 2, she had previously sent a drink to Jiang Ning in class 8. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

She clicked into the post, describing that the Fourth Middle School’s Barbecue Princess was pregnant, and even that she admitted it herself, in front of many people, with the poster earnestly guaranteeing it.

Shen Qing’e felt a jolt in her heart, a bad premonition rising.

Many people were asking whose child the Barbecue Princess was pregnant with, the poster didn’t directly reply, instead saying the answer was revealed on the 188th floor.

Shen Qing’e quickly flipped to the 188th floor, which was occupied, and on the 199th floor, the poster said: "Sister Ma asked the Barbecue Princess whose child she was pregnant with, she replied on the spot, not saying a name, just saying four words, ’New Year’s Day Fire God’, those who get it will get it."

Shen Qing’e instantly recalled who performed at the New Year’s Day party, it was Jiang Ning from class 8 in grade 2!

Shen Qing’e was struck like lightning, dazed and still, muttering: "Postpartum confinement, postpartum confinement..."

Turns out he came to me to buy a hen to make postpartum confinement soup for her...

Shen Qing’e’s chest felt like it was weighed down by a large stone, making it hard to breathe, she sat motionless, her mind empty.

It was like, the doll she watched on tip-toes at the store everyday as a child, suddenly one day was bought by someone else, and she knew she would never own it...

She recalled many scenes in her mind, the other day during the gathering in town, Ji Yan, Wang Xue, and Li Jing talked about Jiang Ning with starry eyes, the atmosphere was more lively than ever.

Shen Qing’e observed their expectations and sighed inwardly with pride as she could see Jiang Ning every day in her class.

But at this moment, he no longer belonged to her.

Shen Qing’e felt physically uncomfortable, suddenly filled with malice towards the Barbecue Princess, wishing to confront her and question why she seduced Jiang Ning.

"Postpartum confinement?" Shen Qing’e sneered constantly.

Shen Mu hearing this was puzzled: "Qing’e, you even know about postpartum confinement?"

Shen Qing’e was shocked to find she had actually spoken out loud!

With her sharp thinking, Shen Qing’e suppressed the twisting feelings and forced a smile, finding an excuse: "I heard people say postpartum confinement requires hen soup, it’s quite nutritious, I was thinking about buying a hen for my sister in the future."

Shen Mu no longer doubted her, saying: "Yes, when your sister is pregnant, definitely bring her two hens to nourish her body."

With her mind racing, Shen Qing’e mentioned: "I saw some people in the village who haven’t had a child also buying hen for soup."

"Oh, are you talking about Xiao Tang’s house? They were having a little confinement." Shen Mu commented.

Shen Qing’e puzzled asked: "What’s little confinement?"

Shen Mu: "Little confinement is after a miscarriage."

Suddenly understanding, Shen Qing’e felt her heart tense sharply.

If Pei Yujing was having a little confinement, doesn’t that mean there’s a chance to turn things around?

’Yes, she’s still a student, definitely it’s a little confinement...’ Shen Qing’e hoped dearly.

...

Night.

Wealth Roast Meat Restaurant.

Jiang Ning looked out the window, the daytime sun was still bright, but at night the sky started to turn darker, and the chill was intensifying.

Feeling the stirrings before the tranquility, Jiang Ning said: "It’s going to snow."

Xue Yuantong was eating roast meat and drinking cola, not caring at all: "Your driving skills are good, I feel at ease."

She enjoyed the food when suddenly her phone rang, it was actually her mom calling.

Xue Yuantong wiped her hands, answering the call: "Mom, hehe, I’m eating roast meat, you can’t have any, can you?"

Aunt Gu calmly replied: "You will never know how many delicious things your mom has eaten behind your back."

Xue Yuantong pouted: "Tch."

Aunt Gu: "Let’s talk seriously, didn’t I mention your cousin a few days ago? She wants to have dinner with our family, I chatted with her son, your cousin, for a bit, he’s studying at university in Jiang City, and asked about your current situation, what you’re doing in winter break, I told him you’re playing games every day, playing League of Legends, and he said he plays too, I sent your contact to him, just humor him."

Xue Yuantong chatted for a few more sentences, hung up the phone, then opened WeChat. Sure enough, there was a friend request, being a distant relative, she clicked accept.

Meanwhile, in a townhouse in an urban district, the floor heating in the hall was on, and a university student in pajamas shouted: "Mom, my little cousin accepted my friend request."