Chapter 274 Chapter 268 Separation
Wan Yapeng smiled with her eyes squinted.
Ji Ma also smiled as she looked at George.
George could tell Ji Ma was not lying; she was really pregnant. This was one of the few truths she had shared tonight.
Everything that Ji Ma had done today was for this moment.
George said, “Ji Ma, can we go back to my world?”
Ji Ma just looked at him quietly and said, “There, war ravages the entire world.”
“Little Qiao, listen to my mother-in-law,” Wan Yapeng said. “This other world sounds so terrifying; it’s better to settle down on Earth. If you have parents there, you could even bring them over.”
“I’m very sorry, mother-in-law,” George said. “According to my calculations, the two of us can only cross over one more time at most.”
“Can’t we just stay on Earth?” the young Wan Yapeng, blushing, said. “The biggest regret I have for my daughter is not being able to give her a complete family when she was young.”
Ji Ma blinked her eyes at the right moment, tears welling up slightly in her eyes, and she shamelessly lied:
“Yes, when I was a child, my friends all asked me why your parents didn’t live together?”
Wan Yapeng wiped her eyes and said:
“I just hope that the tragedies of my generation won’t be repeated in my granddaughter’s generation.”
George found himself unusually at a loss for words. He said:
“But I have to go back to my world. My world is on the brink of collapse; there are my family, my friends, and my beliefs. As a hero, I wield the Holy Sword; I cannot go against my duties. I must return to fight against the forces of destruction.”
Wan Yapeng heard many unfamiliar terms and said, “Is that so?”
Ji Ma slowly said:
“The forces of destruction truly bring about the end of the world; it’s worse than a world war. In short, they want everyone to live the life I had before. And I spent three hundred years over there while here it’s been less than a second; who knows what it’s like over there now?”
Wan Yapeng suddenly recalled Ji Ma’s previous narrative and exclaimed:
“You, a pregnant woman, wouldn’t want to go back to that dreadful place, right?”
“Of course not.” Ji Ma smiled and said, “It’s better here; there’s mom, there’s dad, and…”
She turned her transparent golden eyes towards George, her gaze full of deep affection as she said, “You.”
George met her gaze. He had always been steadfast and composed, but this time Ji Ma saw hesitation in his eyes.
Hesitation is exactly right, kid. Didn’t you have a great time that day? Did you not call my name with such joy? You’re still too inexperienced to compete with me.
George dodged his gaze once, then turned to look at Ji Ma, saying:
“I’m sorry, but many fathers shouldn’t die in the forces of destruction. Innocent souls shouldn’t be toyed with by the dark four gods.”
“Aren’t you worried that when you cross over, you will only find skulls and corrupted lands?”
“I’m even more afraid that those people have been waiting for my return, and they will die without ever seeing me.”
Ji Ma sighed deeply, a look of sorrow on her face. Now that her body was ripe and she was pregnant, she had fully accepted her identity as a wife, her demeanor adorned with the charm of a young woman:
“George, I actually knew you would refuse.”
Ji Ma lowered her head, her hand caressing her small belly as she said, “Jenna and Frost Leaf are still over there; how can I selfishly ask you to stay with just me?”
As she spoke, she used the common language, not realizing that her mother didn’t know she was just one of the wives of this seemingly upright, straightforward hero.
“But…” Ji Ma prepared to reveal her trump card, grabbing George’s hand and placing it on her flat yet soft belly:
“I really don’t want to go back. I just want to plead with you to stay for five years—no, four years at least—so our child can remember what you look like. When I was three years old, my parents divorced; you should stay until she’s three…”
As she spoke, she leaned helplessly against George’s broad chest, tracing circles on it with her finger.
Though it seemed heartfelt, her eyes were staring at the semi-transparent text floating in front of her—a pre-written script:
“The succubus will be beautiful; as soon as she hatches from the egg, she’ll definitely have skin as white as snow, small yet able to walk, not troubled like a baby. She will inherit your blue eyes, like to blink her big eyes, tug at your pant leg, and call you daddy…
“She carries half of your bloodline; you can absolutely teach her all kinds of kind virtues, and she will grow into a benevolent and wise paladin….
“When that day comes, can you leave then?”
Ji Ma spoke so passionately that she became emotional, eager for an “expression of love” with George, butterflies in her stomach dancing gracefully.
She was full of confidence. For someone like George, neither hard nor soft approaches would work; responsibility was the rope that could bind him. She thought she was skilled, throwing out a proposal hard to agree with, waiting for his hesitation, then pretending to take a step back to let him stay on Earth for a few years.
Hehe, once the child is born and he is called daddy for a year or two, he won’t be able to leave.
Frost Leaf and Jenna, I’m sorry; I miss you both too, especially those moments lying in bed together. But the other world is too dangerous.
George tightened Ji Ma’s hand, his hand trembling.
A soft voice fell from above.
“No…”
Ji Ma’s tone was gentle: “You stayed on Earth for at least five years to win me over; would you not even be willing to stay three years for our child?”
George sighed deeply:
“I just imagined the future you described; it’s so happy that I daren’t agree. I would abandon the Holy Sword, cast aside my oath, ignore all those who await and believe in me in that world, and let them burn in the raging fire.”
Ji Ma felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head:
“And then my daughter will ask me, ‘Mom, why does everyone have a dad? Where’s mine?’ You tell me, should I stroke her head and say: ‘Your dad went to save the world and won’t return for a thousand years?’ Of course not; I wouldn’t say that.
“I would say your dad abandoned us, your mother and child, just like that. Even if I cried and begged him while holding onto his leg, he wouldn’t want to stay. He would rather let his own family break apart and run off to be a slave to others.
“Guess what kind of person your daughter will become under my upbringing? I will tie the lives of at least ten million people to her, and all of humanity will have to please her, take care of her; all her demands will be met, and she’ll become just like me, but not as mature.
“George, I ask you again: do you want to stay on Earth for three years?” Ji Ma looked up at George’s blue eyes: “If you agree, I will forget the heartless words you just said.”
Wan Yapeng also spoke up: “Little Qiao, you just called me mother-in-law; we are family now. How can family be separated across worlds?”
George and Ji Ma exchanged glances, and this time, his blue eyes no longer hesitated.
“I’m sorry Ji Ma, I’m sorry for my future daughter.”
“Sorry doesn’t help.” Ji Ma’s muscles tensed as her gentle gaze transformed into the sharp gaze of a predator: “Then what is blood and death for? I ask you once again, George.”
“No.”
Ji Ma suddenly sprang up from his embrace, the earlier gentleness vanishing without a trace. She spread her wings, like an eagle unfurling its wings, and in that moment, she felt an impulse to tear apart the ungrateful man in front of her.
Food and dishes scattered on the table, with part of the birthday cake turned upside down on the floor.
But taking deep breaths, she gradually calmed down.
Because she couldn’t defeat the man before her.
“Mom.” Her tone icy, or rather, she had grown tired of acting: “I have things to do; I’m leaving.”
After saying this, Ji Ma walked out the door alone.
The anti-theft door opened by itself and slammed against the wall, the frame automatically rising to give way to her horns.
George chased after her, while Wan Yapeng stood in shock, unable to say a word.
Hearing George’s footsteps, Ji Ma still held a glimmer of hope. She turned her head back to George and said, “What is it? If you regret it, at least you need to lick the soles of my feet; then I might consider forgiving you.”
“No,” George said. “I—”
“Then why are you following me out?”
“You haven’t seen your father yet.”
“Heh.” Ji Ma said sharply: “Are you thinking of little Ji? Of course you are; after all, this iron evil succubus of mine, with her burdensome chest, can’t compare to the young, kind-hearted little Ji who listens to you; go dream about her. She has long since faded away, not a single memory left; everything you did, you chose, was for justice.”
“Ji Ma—”
“Don’t say any more.” Ji Ma furrowed her brows as she looked at George: “Anyway, you won’t change your mind, you stone in a cesspool. Since that’s the case, I don’t need to act out a touching reunion with a mortal.
Ji Ma’s next words once again stunned George.
“So let’s have a breakup blast, and then you can roll, completely roll out of my life.”
A few minutes later, in the Dream Palace.
Ji Ma’s hatred and love intertwined; perhaps she was used to expressing her hate and love through sex.
George, feeling guilty, let her take the lead.
In the most intense moments, Ji Ma bit him, her teeth biting deeply into his skin, licking his blood, as if she wanted to kill this detestable man yet also wanted to remember the taste of his blood.
Once it was over.
Ji Ma took off her arm ring and threw it at George, saying: “Take your broken things and roll out of here!”
George didn’t leave; he forcibly held Ji Ma down and gave her a good morning kiss. Ji Ma bit his tongue hard, tasted his blood, and coldly watched his back disappear behind the door.
Days later.
Ji Ma lay on a recliner, lazily stretching.
Behind her, beautiful witches and maids were sprawled all around, various fantastical clothes scattered here and there.
Since that day.
Ji Ma turned her head, indulgently surrendering to her desires.
The maids are the best; the naked Ji Ma stroked a cat head, thinking to herself.
So many women throughout the year, none like the other, isn’t that better than just George? Why am I so sad?
I must have been tired of it before, wanting a different taste. That’s all; now I no longer need George.
As Ji Ma pondered, she looked down at her small belly, her palm resting on it, her gaze icy: “If that’s the case, then you no longer have any value of existence.”
