Chapter 166: The Unreliable Fox Father

Yin Buqi held her tightly in his arms, kissing her fiercely.

Jiang Niannian, however, carefully protected her belly.

Yin Buqi’s gaze turned cold, like a piece of fractured warm jade, his deep eyes brimming with a devouring hostility.

A shiver ran down her spine.

He pinned her hands above her head and lowered his head, biting at her neck again and again.

“Niannian…”

As he lost himself in the moment, Jiang Niannian gradually responded to him.

But just as things reached a breaking point, when neither of them could endure any longer, Yin Buqi forcefully stopped himself.

Jiang Niannian knew he wouldn’t actually hurt her, no matter what he said.

She didn’t find it too frustrating, but for Yin Buqi, it was pure torment.

His body burned with heat, threatening to consume him.

Yet, he couldn’t bear to harm her.

Suppressing his desires, he lay down with a dark expression.

She breathed a sigh of relief, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

Stroking his hand softly, she said, “Buqi, let me look at you.”

He loosened his grip slightly, and she snuggled closer.

His eyes were red, shimmering with moisture.

His thin lips were pressed into a sharp line, his features stubborn like a willful child.

His gaze burned into her, deep and obsessive, like a storm ready to engulf everything in its path.

Jiang Niannian asked, “Are you uncomfortable?”

Yin Buqi rubbed his cheek against her palm, murmuring, “Mm.”

Jiang Niannian chuckled.

“Serves you right. Who told you to throw yourself at me?”

But after laughing, she felt a little sorry for him and decided to help him out.

Only after a long while did Yin Buqi finally release her.

He asked, “Niannian, are you happy now?”

Jiang Niannian looked at him, hearing his words, and gave him a gentle smile.

“Of course I’m happy. I’ve never been this happy before.”

“That’s good.”

Yin Buqi smiled too.

He truly, deeply loved her.

Pregnancy wasn’t a big deal for cultivators, but Yin Buqi still felt genuine heartache for her.

By the fourth month, Jiang Niannian’s belly had noticeably grown.

Though Yin Buqi’s desires only intensified by the day, he chose to endure.

For the first time in his life, the mighty Emperor Jiuyin found ten months to be unbearably long.

Still, it wasn’t all bad.

Jiang Niannian clung to him more than ever.

She wanted him with her everywhere she went.

If he left her sight for even a moment, she would start feeling uneasy.

Her favorite thing to do these days was to nestle in his arms and chatter endlessly.

She insisted he hold her, and even when morning sickness stole her appetite, she would only eat if he fed her, bite by bite.

A mortal man would have likely found this exhausting, but not Yin Buqi.

He was overjoyed.

One day, Hu Feishuang came to visit Jiang Niannian, bringing along Colaball.

Coalball clutched an egg tightly, carrying it everywhere he went.

He was as careful with it as Jiang Niannian was with the baby in her belly.

Hu Feishuang complained, “Do you have any idea how terrifying Coalball is right now? It’s like he’s possessed! He won’t let go of that egg. I told him to put it down and rest, and he actually said no—because ‘there’s dust, and it’ll dirty his egg’???”

“And you—don’t you think you’re relying on Yin Buqi a little too much? The moment he’s out of sight, you start panicking.”

Jiang Niannian didn’t hear a single word she said.

She was staring at her belly in a daze, then suddenly looked up and asked, “Where’s Buqi?”

Hu Feishuang: “…He left two minutes ago to get you some fruit.”

Damn it.

This whole family is messed up.

Jiang Niannian was slowly turning into Yin Buqi.

Just as Hu Feishuang was about to say something, a chill ran down her spine.

She turned around to find Yin Buqi entering the room, carrying a plate of tangerines—already peeled.

He picked Jiang Niannian up and gently held a piece of tangerine to her lips with doting care.

Her cheeks flushed as she obediently took a bite.

The cool, sweet juice flowed over her tongue—it was incredibly delicious.

Lately, Jiang Niannian had been drowsy and sluggish.

Sometimes, she would wake in the middle of the night, and Yin Buqi would wake up with her to keep her company.

Now, leaning against his shoulder, she rubbed her cheek against him and mumbled, “She’s so noisy…”

Hu Feishuang: “?!”

Yin Buqi’s voice was filled with indulgence as he said to Jiang Niannian, “You didn’t sleep well last night. I’ll nap with you later.”

Then he turned to Hu Feishuang with an irritated tone.

“Get lost. Go back to the underworld.”

Hu Feishuang walked away with the Coalball, looking deflated, and said that she never wanted to eat dog food from this couple again in her life.

Damn it.

She had seen double standards before, but never to this degree.

Yin Buqi spent his days watching over his delicate little wife, his heart melting into a puddle.

He had always been the clingy one, but now the tables had turned.

Of course, he kept a straight face, but inside, he thought, The more she clings to me, the better. If only Niannian would lock herself in a cage with just the two of us inside, that would be perfect.

As the days passed, Jiang Niannian’s belly grew larger, and her anxiety grew with it.

Perhaps due to Yin Buqi’s threats, the baby had never once kicked her too hard.

“Buqi, I feel a little uncomfortable.”

Jiang Niannian clutched his thumb, her apricot eyes misty with unshed tears.

Her soft lips pressed together as she rubbed against his chest.

Yin Buqi’s brows furrowed as he held her tighter, carefully avoiding her belly.

His cold breath brushed her face.

“Does your stomach hurt?”

“Mm… I’m still a little scared.”

Yin Buqi pressed close to her.

“I’m here, Niannian. Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re here, but I’m the one giving birth. I’m the one who’s going to be in pain.”

Yin Buqi looked at her solemnly.

“Then for every bit of pain you feel, I will make myself feel just as much. I’ll go through it with you.”

“Absolutely not!” Jiang Niannian was startled.

“You’re not the one giving birth! You should just focus on being a good father to him…”

She gazed at him with a heart full of love, reaching out to caress his face.

He looked thinner than before—she had tormented him too much lately.

Yin Buqi closed his eyes slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

But his brows finally relaxed, utterly content.

As long as she was well, as long as she loved him, he wanted nothing else in the world.

“I will only be good to you.”

Jiang Niannian huffed, feeling sulky.

A pregnant woman has the highest status.

She pouted, “You’re his father. You have to take responsibility for him!”

Yin Buqi held her even tighter.

His precious wife was upset—of course, he had to coax her.

He nodded repeatedly.

“Mm, I’ll do whatever Niannian says. Don’t be angry, Niannian. It’s not good for your health.”

Jiang Niannian: Why do I get the feeling he’s unreliable…?

She touched her belly and thought, My child, once you’re born, you’re on your own. You can’t count on this father of yours.