"Hahaha, host, you're too wicked. I really want to know how you made him pregnant."
"He didn't get pregnant; where would I find a fertilized egg to cultivate for him? Besides, I wouldn't be at ease if he gave birth to a child. What if he abused the child in the future? Wouldn't that be my fault?"
"Then what did you do to him? Why did the doctor say he was pregnant?"
"Didn't he say pregnancy was a happy thing and he wanted to be pregnant every day? So, I fulfilled his wish and made him happy."
"Get to the point, people want to know. (´◊w◊｀)"
I planted a seed in his body, a seed imbued with spiritual energy. It's like a child growing inside Yang Jinhan's body.
It will mimic all the discomforts pregnancy brings to a mother and reflect them onto Yang Jinhan's physical body. It's just not very scientific; the timing of those painful symptoms might be different, but no symptom will be missed.
After enduring all the discomforts of a ten-month pregnancy, Yang Jinhan will face the pain of childbirth, like the dilation of ten fingers.
"After enduring ten months, will he recover to normal?"
"Of course not. He said he wanted to be pregnant every day. I'm a kind and warm-hearted person, so I have to satisfy this wish of his."
"So after he endures the pain of childbirth, he'll have a month-long confinement period to recover. After this month, the next pregnancy cycle will begin. It will be a cycle of repetition until he dies."
007 shivered. The host was truly ruthless. It would be safer to be more cautious in their future conversations. It's better to offend a gentleman than a villain.
Jun Jiuli spent her days enjoying food, drinks, entertainment, and shopping. She took Nan Nan out to play and used her money to trade stocks, living a carefree and unfettered life.
Meanwhile, Yang Jinhan found himself wanting to vomit even after drinking water. He frequently needed to urinate, leading his colleagues to mock him for being kidney deficient. Spots began to appear on his face. He secretly used Jun Jiuli's skincare products, but they were ineffective, and he was beaten for it.
Every night, he tossed and turned in the guest room bed, unable to sleep due to a sore back, desperately wishing someone would be there to rub his legs and massage him. Once, his mother couldn't help but help him, only to be scolded.
"Do your own chores. Your mother has many things to do. She's your own mother; how can you bear to order her around? Whose mother is it? Their mother's well-being is what matters. Didn't you say that before?" httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Every day, he endured body aches while still having to do laundry, mop the floors, and cook... Bending over, he felt like his entire stomach was about to explode.
After a month of such hardship, Yang Jinhan's morning sickness stopped. He felt his body was lighter and more agile. He thought pregnancy wasn't that bad and that things would get better after the first two months.
Feeling unusually relieved, he invited three good friends for a basketball game that weekend.
In a two-on-two match, Yang Jinhan was usually just there for support. This time, his teammate passed him the ball. He happily jumped to shoot.
As he jumped and exerted force, before he could even throw the ball, his pants became wet. The court wasn't only occupied by the four of them. As the wind blew, the smell spread. Everyone on the court and resting looked their way.
Yang Jinhan felt extremely embarrassed. He covered his face and hurried to the restroom. His three brothers were true friends. They all helped him clean up.
One went to find a mop, another went to the supermarket to buy pants, and the third stayed outside the restroom, afraid he might do something foolish.
Yang Jinhan sat on the toilet, recalling the strange looks from people on the court. He wished he could bury his face in his hands.
He quickly opened Baidu and searched for terms like "pregnancy" and "urinary incontinence" to see if there were any solutions. He found that many women only experienced this symptom after giving birth.
He, however, was only two months pregnant and was already experiencing it. Was he carrying some kind of abnormal fetus? He didn't dare go to the hospital for a more professional diagnosis. He could only rely on Baidu for everything.
At that moment, he cursed his mother eight hundred times in his heart for making him drink so many strange potions. It had truly ruined him. With eight more months to endure, he didn't know how he would get through it.
If he knew then that it wasn't just eight months but a lifetime, he would have wanted to die.
A moment later, his good friend brought clean pants. After changing, he cautiously used toilet paper to pad himself before coming out. Facing his friends' questioning gazes, he could only awkwardly evade them, not daring to say more.
Thus, the gathering ended unpleasantly. Yang Jinhan, with a cold expression, pushed open the door to his home.
"Hanhan, why do you look so unhappy? Weren't you out playing basketball with your friends today?"
Yang Jinhan glared fiercely at his mother and didn't speak to her. He walked past her coldly and headed to the guest room.
His mother was startled by his gaze. After recovering, she quickly followed him and said,
"Hanhan, what's wrong? You haven't looked well these past few days. Is it too much pressure, or is Zhuozhuo provoking you? Mom doesn't think there's anything seriously wrong with you. I'll find an old Chinese doctor to prescribe some medicine for you. Please don't be angry with Mom."
Yang Jinhan, walking ahead of her, immediately lost his temper upon hearing the mention of an old Chinese doctor.
He furiously swept several decorative items from a nearby shelf to the floor, venting his frustration, "Can you stop talking about old Chinese doctors and Chinese medicine every day? I've been utterly ruined by your weird and wonderful potions!"
Yang Jinhan had never lost his temper at his mother so severely before. His mother, startled, began to cry and said, "Hanhan, what is wrong with you? Tell me what's bothering you, and Mom will share it with you."
As she spoke, she reached out to grab Yang Jinhan's hand, but he violently pushed her away and yelled, "Stop bothering me! Having a mother like you is the worst luck I've had in eight lifetimes!"
With that, he entered the guest room and slammed the door shut.
His mother stood by his door, silently weeping, wanting to approach him but fearing she would anger her son further.