Chapter 48: Pregnancy Life

In summary, the matter of Yao Zuizui getting rid of the child was left unresolved just like that.

After all, she had already achieved her goal—meeting Suhei and speaking with him.

So it didn’t make sense for her to keep making a fuss about going to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy.

As for discussing the conditions of having the child with Suhei? Better not. She was afraid she’d be found dead at home the next day—and worse, without any clothes on.

Life continued, still far from uneventful.

Aside from the child growing in her belly and the nightly ghostly pressure that never knew restraint, everything else remained the same.

Yao Zuizui was very busy with work. Being a newcomer still in her probationary period, her colleagues loved dumping all kinds of tasks on her.

Though it was mostly the female colleagues.

The male colleagues, on the other hand, were all too eager to curry favor, seizing every opportunity to show off their kindness.

The lustful ghost, Ahei, never interfered with anything that happened during the day and rarely showed himself.

Even at night, he only revealed his true form when overcome with uncontrollable desire.

The rest of the time, he was just a cold, transparent presence in the air—Yao Zuizui couldn’t even tell if he was there or not.

Four months passed like this, and Yao Zuizui’s belly gradually began to show. Rumors started spreading.

Just as her probationary period ended, she became the subject of gossip for being pregnant out of wedlock. The way her colleagues looked at her changed noticeably.

Even the male colleagues who used to eagerly help her now avoided her like the plague.

No one was foolish enough to willingly become the “fall guy.”

Yao Zuizui pretended not to notice the whispers behind her back and continued working diligently.

Unfortunately, while she wanted to quietly carry the child to term, not everyone was willing to let her.

“Xu Da Meinu, don’t forget to wear high heels and dress up nicely for the company’s annual party tomorrow~” The reminder came from a female colleague with bright red lips and a slightly shrill voice.

A woman who had once been the center of attention in the company—until Yao Zuizui arrived, slightly outshining her in looks.

Ever since then, the male colleagues’ adoration had shifted to Yao Zuizui, and this woman had resented her for a long time.

During Yao Zuizui’s probationary period, she had tried every means to make trouble for her, but her suitors had always stepped in to smooth things over.

But now…

Yao Zuizui was alone, with no one to help her.

“I’m pregnant. High heels aren’t good for the baby,” Yao Zuizui replied calmly, showing no trace of embarrassment.

This frustrated the female colleague, who continued with a mocking tone, “Oh, I forgot—our Xu Da Meinu is expecting. But… didn’t someone’s resume say ‘unmarried’ when they joined the company? Did you lie to HR?”

Yao Zuizui met her gaze without flinching and answered lightly, “I am unmarried. This child has no father—it popped out of a rock. Got a problem with that?”

As soon as she said this, she felt a cold breeze brush against the strands of hair by her forehead.

She knew Ahei was nearby.

So she continued, “Even if this child has no father to raise or care for him, that’s none of your concern. I can raise him just fine on my own.”

With that, she gave the female colleague a dismissive glance, packed her things, and went home.

That night, she was inevitably subjected to another round of ghostly pressure from Ahei.

But tonight, he seemed particularly displeased.

There was a hint of punishment in his movements, leaving her flushed with embarrassment.

The next day, Yao Zuizui attended the company’s annual party in flat shoes.

With her slightly protruding belly, no one was willing to talk to her.

But at the party, she heard some news.

The female colleague who had argued with her the day before had jumped to her death last night.

No reason, no explanation.

No suicide note—just gone.

Yao Zuizui sighed. Suhei was always so ruthless.

At the slightest provocation, he’d take a life.

She still remembered when Suhei was the Great Demon King—how he once destroyed three realms in a single day, leaving nothing alive, or how he obliterated a celestial’s soul just because the way they looked at him made him uncomfortable.

Yao Zuizui hated how Suhei treated lives so carelessly.

A deep sense of powerlessness washed over her. She had traveled through so many realms—had she changed him even the slightest bit?

—

Eight months pregnant.

Yao Zuizui’s days were filled with hardship.

The baby in her belly was well-behaved—never fussy, with no pregnancy symptoms to speak of.

But Ahei was terrifying. Not only did he press down on her day and night, indifferent to the child inside, but his temperament remained as ruthless as ever.

After the third colleague at Yao Zuizui’s company jumped to their death under mysterious circumstances, she no longer dared to argue with anyone at work.

Being targeted yet unable to fight back was unbearable for Yao Zuizui.

But she couldn’t retaliate either. Though her colleagues were harsh, they didn’t deserve to die.

After a long day of enduring humiliation at work, Yao Zuizui grabbed a quick bite outside before finally heading home.

Home was the warmest harbor.

She flopped straight onto the soft sofa, lying motionless like a corpse.

It was already 8 p.m.

The soundproofing in her single apartment was excellent. Yao Zuizui did nothing, closing her eyes in perfect silence.

Then, she heard the crisp sound of a glass marble rolling on the floor.

*Clack, clack, clack.*

It seemed to have rolled right up to her door.

Probably some kid playing with marbles.

Yao Zuizui momentarily forgot that the building was mostly occupied by young, single adults. Too lazy to move, she ignored it.

But the sound didn’t stop.

The marble kept rolling outside, sometimes near, sometimes far.

The closest it got was when it hit her security door with a dull *thud*.

A few random sounds were fine, but this constant disturbance was too much—it was downright annoying!

Irritated, Yao Zuizui got up, slipped on her slippers, and stomped over in frustration.

Peering through the peephole, she froze.

A little boy in red clothes—about four or five years old—stood in front of the opposite apartment, staring straight at her.

The red of his clothes wasn’t the usual dye—it looked like bloodstains darkened by sun and wind.

Even worse, his face was smeared with dried blood, so thick it obscured his features.

His eyes were hollow, but his mouth was stretched into a wide grin, aimed directly at her.

Even though Yao Zuizui was used to ghosts, she couldn’t help but shudder.

The resentment radiating from this child was overwhelming.

Yao Zuizui knew that if she didn’t open the door and resolve this, she wouldn’t sleep well tonight.

Gritting her teeth, she slowly opened the door while silently begging for Ahei to appear.

In her mortal body, she had no way to deal with such a vengeful spirit.

The door opened, but the child remained standing across the hallway, grinning at her.

His gaping mouth revealed no teeth—just a bottomless black void.

“Auntie, can you pick up my marble for me?” His voice was childlike, no different from any other kid’s.

*Who are you calling auntie?!*

*Your whole family’s a bunch of aunties!*

Even in this situation, Yao Zuizui couldn’t let the title slide. Frowning, she snapped, “Call me *jie jie* (big sister)!”

Back in the celestial realm, when she was 100,000 years old, a little ghost had called her “auntie” during a trip to the mortal world. Furious, she had dragged it straight to the King of Hell and made sure it suffered through eighteen miserable reincarnations.

The little ghost across from her blinked in confusion before grinning even wider. “Jie jie, can you pick up my marble for me?”

“You don’t have hands?” Yao Zuizui rubbed her round belly. “Can’t you see I’m pregnant? Bending over isn’t easy.”

The little ghost froze again.

He hadn’t been a ghost for long—his consciousness was weak, and he lacked experience. He didn’t know how to respond to this.

Normally, people would scream and run, and then he’d get to eat them.

But now… what was he supposed to do? His mother hadn’t taught him this.

After a few seconds of hesitation, the little ghost decided to pick up the marble himself.

It was his eyeball—he couldn’t just leave it lying around.

Leaning against the doorframe, Yao Zuizui watched calmly as the child crouched down to retrieve the marble near her feet.

Wiping it on his bloodstained clothes, he popped the glass marble back into his empty eye socket.

So *that* was his eyeball—he must’ve plucked it out while playing and let it roll away.

Suddenly, Yao Zuizui felt nauseous. She wanted to rush to the bathroom and throw up.

With his eye back in place, the child looked up and grinned again. “Jie jie, I’m hungry. Can I eat the baby in your belly? I promise I won’t hurt you… I’m so hungry, and he looks really tasty…”

He raised a hand, pointing languidly at Yao Zuizui’s stomach, his gaze fixated with a dazed smile.

Yao Zuizui protectively covered her belly and took a step back, glaring at the child. “Ahei, aren’t you coming out? Your child’s about to be eaten—how can you stay so calm?”

Though she had no idea how she’d gotten pregnant, Yao Zuizui’s maternal instincts had kicked in. She couldn’t bear the thought of anything happening to the baby.

The child—not even waist-high—didn’t understand what she was saying. His blood-smeared brow furrowed slightly in confusion.

But soon, his vacant stare returned, his grin stretching so wide the corners of his mouth nearly touched his ears.

A crimson tongue slithered out of his mouth, reaching toward Yao Zuizui’s belly.

*Swish!*

A disgusting, severed tongue writhed on the floor like a fleshy snake, making Yao Zuizui gag.

The child let out a piercing shriek—like nails on a chalkboard—raising every hair on her body.

“Annoying.” A cold voice cut through the air, and the scream stopped abruptly.

Yao Zuizui blinked. The child’s body slowly turned transparent before dissolving into black smoke.

Along with the severed tongue on the floor, it vanished without a trace—as if it had never existed.

“You destroyed his soul?” Yao Zuizui asked, shocked.

Ahei glanced at her indifferently, as if it meant nothing.

“He was just a pitiful child, he—” Before she could finish, Ahei pulled her into his arms.

Lights off. Time to sleep.

Apart from moans and gasps, he didn’t want to hear another word from her.