Becoming Immortal Through Getting Married

Chapter 32: Birth

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron carbon nitrogen?

Fluorine, neon, sodium, magnesium, aluminium, silicon, phosphorus?

Trichloroargon potassium calcium?

Wen Zhiyun didn’t understand, but she was shocked.

What a profound spell incantation. She couldn’t understand it at all, yet he could use it directly.

It seemed that although his cultivation was low, he was talented in some aspects.

Well, especially when it came to sex…

Thinking of this, Wen Zhiyun’s face couldn’t help but blush.

At this moment, her opinion of Chen An had changed greatly.

From “low cultivation, poor character, and extreme dislike for him” to “outstanding looks, versatility, and a favorable impression of him” compared to when they first met.

This was a feeling she had never felt before.

She had never thought that she would have a good impression of a man. She felt that it was unbelievable.

It was so unbelievable that even the sex that she had hated in the past had become something to look forward to now.

“Fellow Cultivator Wen, I’ve already told you the incantation of this spell. Now, it’s my turn to ask you a question. You have to answer it truthfully.”

Chen An said to Wen Zhiyun.

Wen Zhiyun crossed her arms and said, “Go ahead. I always keep my word. As long as I can answer, I will answer truthfully. I won’t lie.”

Chen An didn’t waste his breath and went straight to the point. “Fellow Cultivator Wen, why do you hate men so much?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Zhiyun frowned slightly.

“I won’t answer that question. Change it.”

“I thought that Fellow Cultivator Wen was very principled, but it turns out that you’re just a person who goes back on her word.”

Chen An deliberately provoked.

Wen Zhiyun knew that Chen An was deliberately provoking her, but she just had to fall for it.

“Because my father was a gambler. When he was young, he often abused my mother and me!”

“When I was ten years old, seeing that I had grown up and was outstandingly beautiful, and that my mother was still charming, he sold us to a brothel for money!”

“Now that you know all these scandals, are you satisfied?!”

“None of you men are good!”

After saying this unspeakable past and scolding angrily, Wen Zhiyun turned around and left. She quickly returned to her dilapidated house where the rubble beams had fallen to the ground and slammed the door shut.

“Husband, I’ll go and counsel Sister Wen.”

After saying that, Song Huaying walked towards Wen Zhiyun’s house with a big belly.

Seeing this, Chen An said to the silent Gu Xinyue, “Yue’er, accompany Ying’er so that you can take care of her.”

“Yes, I understand, Husband.”

Gu Xinyue replied obediently. After saying that, she quickly followed Song Huaying in front of her and followed her to take care of this pregnant sister who was already nine months pregnant.

Looking at the back of his wife and concubine who went to persuade him, and thinking of Wen Zhiyun’s angry appearance just now, Chen An’s heart did not fluctuate at all.

Is she angry? It doesn’t matter. Her anger would dissipate.

Now that he understood the reason why Wen Zhiyun hated men, it would be much easier to operate in the future.

Still… Wen Zhiyun was actually sold to a brothel by her father?

How did she keep her virginity?

Chen An was a little puzzled, but he quickly recalled some things that Song Huaying had said.

She said that Wen Zhiyun’s mother was a midwife.

So… The poor mother and daughter must have been lucky enough to escape from the brothel and go to an unfamiliar place to rely on each other. They survived by delivering babies.

Chen An only thought about it and didn’t pay much attention to Wen Zhiyun’s background.

He looked at the ruins of the house in front of him and muttered softly:

“Looks like I’ll have to rent a new house.”

He stopped in front of Wen Zhiyun’s house and told his wife and concubine that he was going to rent a house.

Subsequently, Chen An went to the Law Enforcement Hall to look for that elder, registered, and received a six-month rent-free reward.

That’s right, he didn’t discuss the distribution with Wen Zhiyun and directly took everything himself.

Because he had the idea of sharing the house with Wen Zhiyun.

Firstly, he could save money. Secondly, they could develop feelings over time.

With these six months of rent-free rewards, Chen An quickly arrived at the place specially in charge of renting houses.

He rented a new house near his house. The residential area is the same as before.

It was just that the location was not that remote, and there were many neighbors around.

The housing problem was settled.

Chen An went to the market and bought a bunch of furniture and daily necessities.

After that, he called his wife and concubine home and the three of them decorated the house.

It took more than two hours before the house was fully set up.

In order to celebrate moving to his new home, Chen An personally cooked a table full of dishes for supper.

The dishes were sumptuous. There were eight dishes and a soup. They were both delicious and fragrant.

Even Gu Xinyue, who was usually not interested in eating, couldn’t help but salivate when she saw this.

The three of them made eight dishes…

Song Huaying saw through her husband’s thoughts and suggested:

“Husband, there are too many dishes. The three of us can’t finish them all. Why don’t I call Sister Wen over to eat with us?”

“Okay, let Yue’er go with you.”

Chen An replied indifferently. In his heart, he liked his little wife, who was good at reading people’s expressions.

…

15 minutes later, under Song Huaying’s warm invitation, Wen Zhiyun walked into the room reluctantly and sat down at the dining table.

She happened to sit opposite Chen An. It was unknown if she did it on purpose.

Chen An ignored her and pretended that she did not exist. He only interacted with his wife and concubine.

Halfway through supper, Song Huaying suddenly suggested:

“Husband, Sister Wen, why don’t we rent the house together? That way, we can save a lot of spirit stones every month.”

Song Huaying did not make this suggestion on her own.

Instead, she had gotten her husband’s approval in advance to assist him in making her his concubine.

Chen An shook his head and said, “It’s better not. I don’t want to live under the same roof as her.”

Yes, it was a trap. He was retreating to advance and luring the enemy in.

As expected, Wen Zhiyun fell for it. She immediately glared at Chen An and said:

“I have a share of the six-month rent-free reward. This house isn’t all yours. I’m going to stay here. What can you do to me?”

“It doesn’t matter to me, as long as you don’t mind being noisy when you sleep at night.”

As Chen An spoke, he put down his chopsticks and pulled Gu Xinyue to the room. “Let’s go, Yue’er. Follow me to the room to have a deeper conversation.”

“Yeah.”

Gu Xinyue got up obediently and followed him to the room.

Wen Zhiyun was furious. “You can do whatever you want at night. Even if I don’t sleep for the entire night, I still want to stay here!”

She thought that she could disgust Chen An like this, but she didn’t know that she had been betrayed and even helped count the money.

…

After the two families rented together, the days did not change much.

Almost everyone was living their own lives, and Wen Zhiyun basically hid in her room to cultivate all day.

She made her own three meals a day and did not eat at the same table as Chen An and his wife and concubine.

Chen An was not in a hurry to trap her.

Every day, he would either be refining medicine in the alchemy room or loving his wife and concubine in the room.

He knew very well that he could not be anxious when dealing with a woman with a proud personality like Wen Zhiyun. The more anxious he was, the more arrogant she would be.

The best way was to show off their love in front of her and his wife and concubine.

He wanted her to be able to see but not be able to eat. It slowly made her feel envious, jealous, and spiteful.

At that time, even if he did not set a trap for her, she would bring a trap over herself to ask for it.

Yes, he was playing hard to get.

…

Days passed just like that.

On this day, Song Huaying was nine and a half months pregnant.

Chen An was refining pills in the alchemy room when Gu Xinyue’s anxious voice suddenly came from outside.

“Husband!”

“Ying’er’s water broke. She’s going to give birth!”

“Sister Wen has already entered the room to deliver the baby. Come out quickly!”

What? His wife was about to give birth?

Upon hearing this news, Chen An didn’t even want the half-finished pill. He immediately got up, pushed open the door, and rushed to Song Huaying’s room.