Zongman: A journey through time starting from the Supreme

Chapter 86: When will you give birth that month?

The restaurant waiters brought the food quickly. This was just an ordinary restaurant, and the food was just ordinary family meals.

The two began to eat.

"My mother has been dead for five years."

Halfway through the meal, Aiba Asagi suddenly spoke.

When Saigo heard what Aoi Asagi said, he stopped eating and put down his chopsticks. He looked at the junior high school girl sitting opposite him. He didn't say anything, but just listened.

"My mother had an incurable disease. My father looked for famous doctors for her, but in the end, she died because he was unable to save her."

"…My parents have had a very good relationship since I was young. They have always lived in harmony, and I also live in such a pleasing family atmosphere."

"After my mother passed away, my father cried a lot. I still remember how sad he was when he hugged me and cried that night."

"…After that, my father devoted himself to work, but even when he was busy with work, he would still care about my study and life."

"Lan Yujin, um, her name is Lan Yujin now, and she became my stepmother this year."

When talking about her stepmother, Aiba Asagi bit her lips and her expression was tense.

"Lan Yujin has always been my family's driver. She has been my family's driver since my mother was still alive."

"...Actually, I also know that my father is less than 40 years old and he is a very talented person. I don't mind him remarrying and finding me a stepmother."

"But Lan Yujin is the only one who can't do that. I always feel that she is with my father just for the sake of my family's property, because she is my family's driver!"

"...I always felt that she was a very scheming woman. She took advantage of my father's emptiness after my mother's death."

"I couldn't get over it, and I had many arguments with my father about it."

"...and every time I quarreled with my father, I hated that woman even more. I always thought that if it weren't for her, the relationship between my father and I wouldn't have become like this."

Lan Yu Qian Cong took a deep breath, her reddish-brown eyes were full of water. She wiped the corners of her eyes, grabbed her light golden yellow hair and said:

"… Ever since I had a quarrel with my father, I became less and less obedient to him. He told me not to dye my hair, but I went ahead and dyed it anyway."

"He told me to study hard and not to mess around, but I insisted on getting my nails painted and dressing up nicely every day, not even looking like a student, just to piss him off."

Aiyu Asagi said a lot to Saigo.

I don’t know why she told Saigo everything that was in her heart. It was really because Saigo gave her a very safe feeling that made her willing to confide in him.

After a pause, Lan Yu Qiancong forced a smile to Saigo and said, "...I'm sorry, Mr. Zarato, for making you listen to these unhappy words from me."

Xixiang just shook his head gently: "...It doesn't matter. Sometimes, if you keep some things in your heart for too long, it will only make you feel worse."

"...Now that you've said all this, do you feel happier?"

Lan Yu Qiancong nodded slightly and said, "... Well, it's a lot easier to say it out loud. I don't dare to say these words to others."

"If you have something you dare not say to others in the future, you can tell me. I don't mind being a listener."

"...Of course, I think it's better not to talk about these things now. It's better to talk about something happy, such as how Yue is teaching in school, and whether she is particularly strict."

Seeing that Xixiang turned the topic to Nangong Nayue again, Lanyu Qiancong suppressed her sadness and laughed, "...Mr. Zaratu, does this count as secretly inquiring into Mr. Nangong's privacy?"

"When a husband asks about his wife's daily work routine, is that considered inquiring into her privacy?"

Saigo asked back.

The two of them chatted in a relaxed manner. Saigo didn't have any airs of being older than her, and Aoi Asagi was also a very cheerful girl, so the two of them chatted very happily.

After finishing the meal, Xi Xiang stayed for a while. Seeing that it was getting late, he said, "...I'll take you home. Girls shouldn't go home too late."

After chatting with Saigo for so long, Aiba Asagi became much more familiar with him and readily agreed.

Saigo called the driver, got in the car with Aoba Asagi, and drove to her house together.

Arriving at the door of Lan Yu's house, Xi Xiang watched Lan Yu Asagi get out of the car. He rolled down the window and suddenly said to Lan Yu Asagi: "...Asagi, do you know Cain, the God of Sin?"

"Cain, the God of Blame?"

Lan Yu Qian Cong didn't know why Xi Xiang asked this. She thought for a moment and said, "...He is quite famous, isn't he? Isn't it said that Cain the God of Sin is the ancestor of the demon clan?"

"...Mr. Zaratul, why are you asking this?"

Xi Xiang kept staring into Lan Yu Asagi's eyes. Seeing that she really didn't know much about Cain, the God of Sin, he shook his head and said, "...It's nothing. I just asked casually. You should go home quickly."

"Well, bye Mr. Zaratul, and drive slowly on your way back..."

Seeing the girl's bright smile, Saigo also waved to her.

After seeing Lan Yu Asagi walk into the house, Xi Xiang stopped smiling, rolled down the window, and said to the driver: "...Go back!"

After giving instructions to the driver, Saigo leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

"It seems that this little girl doesn't know that she is the witch of Cain..."

……

"Qiancong, why did you come back so late without even calling me? If you don't come back I'm going to call the police to look for you."

"...Next time if you come back late, don't forget to call home, otherwise your mother and I will be worried."

"Also, when are you going to dye your hair back? You're so young and you're already dyeing your hair. You don't look like a student at all."

Lan Yuxianzhai was sitting in the living room reading a newspaper. When he saw his daughter come back, he frowned and spoke with the dignity of a father.

"Got it. I'll call you next time."

Hearing her father mention her stepmother again, Lan Yu Asacong felt a little annoyed. She said something casually and ran upstairs.

Seeing his daughter's back disappear, Lan Yuxianzhai also sighed.

Back in the house, Aoi Asagi turned on the computer. After hesitating for a moment, she used her hacking skills to hack into the system of the artificial island management commune.

"Huh? Mr. Zaratul is actually the chairman of the management commune? He is so young and has taken the position of chairman. It's amazing."

"...Moguai, have you ever heard of Mr. Zaratul before? 5.5?"

Lan Yu Asagi asked the artificial intelligence casually.

The phone beside her lit up, and an electronic voice came from it: "...Ahaha, Miss, I'm not very familiar with this Mr. Zaratul."

"...You also know the system of the artificial island management commune. There are some things that are forbidden to watch."

After saying this, the artificial intelligence fell silent.

Lan Yu Asagi didn't care about the silence of this artificial intelligence.

She searched again and entered the system of the Marriage Administration Bureau of Genshin Island, where there were wedding photos of Xixiang and Nangong Nayue.

However, based on her many years of computer experience, Lan Yu Asagi wonders why this wedding photo looks so photoshopped.

……

"What on earth did you say to Aoi Asagi? Now everyone in the school knows that I'm married! Some people even asked me when I'm going to have a baby!"

Nangong Nayue shouted angrily at Xixiang.

Chapter 87 You are already a married woman, Nangong Nayue!

In Nangong Nayue's mansion on the top floor, the witch was shouting angrily at Xixiang who was lying on the sofa doing nothing.

She was wearing a pure black Gothic Lolita dress that tightly wrapped around her slender and beautiful body.

Only the snow-white neck, delicate and soft facial features, and the white wrist at the lace cuffs formed a sharp contrast with Nangong Nayue's all-black outfit.

Nangong Nayue's Gothic outfit was gorgeously and intricately decorated with many ruffles and lace embroidered on it. Her calves, which were covered in black stockings, looked even more soft and slender under the lifted skirt.

Because she was at home, the witch was not wearing shoes. Her small jade feet stepped on the carpet with her toes tightly clasped.

Saigo lay lazily on the sofa. He looked at the small and beautiful figure in front of him, who looked like a doll, with admiration, and sighed that it was no wonder that so many people liked dolls.

Seeing that Xixiang was just looking at her without saying anything, Nangong Nayue was furious, but facing the devil's smiling silence, she could do nothing.

She was supposed to go to school today, but for some reason, all the teachers and students in the school were spreading the news that she was married.

At first, Nangong Nayue didn't quite understand what was going on. It was not until she asked her students with the authority of a teacher that she discovered that photos of her wedding had been circulating for some reason.

If it was just a wedding photo, it would be fine. Nangong Nayue might even think it was some stupid joke.

But the official website of the Gengojima Marriage Registry also registered her marriage information, and this matter suddenly became a big deal.

Because from a legal point of view, Nangong Nayue is now a married woman. She is really married. If she wants to be single again, she can only choose "divorce".

It would have been fine if the news had only spread among students, but it also reached the teacher.

When her good friend Misaki Sasaki saw her in the classroom office, she hugged her and cried, saying something like, "You got married that month and didn't even inform me, and you didn't even let me go to the wedding banquet. Are we really good friends?"

All the teachers in the office looked over, making Nangong Nayue very embarrassed.

In addition to these words, Sasaki Misaki was still yelling, "When you give birth to a child, you must let the child recognize me as the godmother." These words made Nangong Nayue feel ashamed.

The witch thought she had already reached the state of remaining calm even when faced with a huge disaster, but in the end Nangong Nayue found that she still had to save face.

It goes without saying that Saigo was the culprit behind this incident, because the man in the wedding photo was actually his photo!

"What's going on with this marriage certificate?"

Nangong Nayue glared at Xixiang who was lying on the sofa and shouted.

"What else could it be? Of course it's the proof of our love."

Xixiang laughed and teased Nangong Nayue.

"I don't remember marrying you, nor do I remember signing my name on the marriage certificate."

Nangong Nayue stood in front of Xixiang and said with a sneer.

"Whether you admit it or not, Xiao Nayue, we are married according to the marriage system of Genshin Island, and you are legally married."

"... Could it be that you, Xiao Nayue, have someone you like? Because I'm married now, I can't stay with the person I like forever?"

"I'm going to advise you on this, Xiao Nayue! You are the witch who has made a contract with me, and I am your guardian and observer. The connection between us will not be severed until one of us dies."

"… Think about it, if you choose to marry someone else and spend your wedding night with your 'husband' with me watching from the side, would you be embarrassed? Would your 'husband' be embarrassed?"

Xixiang's words made Nangong Nayue feel a chill. Thinking carefully, she realized that she really had no privacy at all in front of this devil.

Whether eating, sleeping or even going to the bathroom, this demon is always by his side.

It’s just that because the two of them have been together for seven or eight years, Nangong Nayue has become completely accustomed to it and treats this kind of thing as a daily routine.

"Then you shouldn't mess around with these things so casually. I can keep my single persona."

Nangong Nayue said word by word.

Does Nangong Nayue really care about these things? She actually doesn't care at all. Legal principles and the like have no constraints on her as a witch.

She didn't have anyone she liked, and it was impossible for her to marry anyone else in this life, so even if she became 'married', Nangong Nayue didn't care.

It's just that the witch has a very strong personality, and she was a little angry and depressed that Saigo manipulated her like a puppet.

"Things are different now. Before, I was just your shadow, and no one had ever seen me."

"…But now I have to step into the spotlight. Rather than letting people gossip about our relationship, it's more appropriate for us to be husband and wife now."

"Because we are husband and wife, it is only natural for us to live together."

Xixiang raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes. He liked to bully Nangong Nayue and liked to see her angry.

"Okay, stop talking about this. Look, the child is starving. Mom, you should go to the kitchen and cook."

Saigo gestured with his eyes towards the dining table nearby.

The three Aurora were sitting upright, staring at Nangong Nayue.

Nangong Nayue knew that she was only in her twenties and could not defeat this demon who had lived for who knows how many years.

She didn't mind Saigo being here, so she changed out of her Gothic Lolita dress in front of him, put on home clothes, and went to the kitchen.

Xixiang is a demon who does not need to eat, and the current Nangong Nayue is just a puppet who does not need to eat or drink.

In the past, Nangong Nayue would just brew some black tea and then ask the store to send cake to enjoy afternoon tea.

But ever since Aurora and the other two moved in, these three Flame Night Lords actually needed to eat.

Although the three of them could do without eating, they had never enjoyed anything in their long lives.

The witch was cruel and ruthless, but she was also gentle and affectionate at heart. She couldn't bear to see Aurora and the other two looking so pitiful, so she had no choice but to cook for them every day just like her mother.