MGASC -Chapter 239 My Genes Are Strong, We’ll Definitely Conceive

Back then, she didn’t believe in what people called love.

She had never let anyone touch her heart, focusing solely on making money and building her career.

A phrase she often told her friends was: What’s the point of men? Making money is far more reliable.

Back then, Zhang Qiao could never have imagined that one day she would experience a peculiar “novel-world transmigration” and fall in love with the paper-thin character of a novel who had that classic “handsome, strong, and tragic” persona.

It turned out she wasn’t incapable of feeling for love—she simply hadn’t met the right person yet.

Now she had. Her heart was full of joy, but also tinged with regret.

Because her parents would never see how happy and sweet she was in this other world.

She even had a lovely little baby—a state of happiness her parents would surely have loved to witness.

Today was her birthday in this other world, and it was also a day she missed her parents especially.

Faced with his wife’s insistence, Lin Tianyue, who always pampered her without limit, kissed her lightly and said with utmost sincerity, “Qiao Qiao, happy birthday. If you want, every day from now on can be your birthday.”

“Mm.”

Stars seemed to flicker in Zhang Qiao’s eyes as she hugged Lin Tianyue tightly.

Mom, Dad, can you see? Your daughter now has the best home she could ever have.

Outside, the snow fell heavier and heavier, while inside the warm room, a scene of intimacy unfolded…

The next morning, Zhang Ling woke up to find that the man beside her was gone.

After getting dressed, she stood on the second floor and looked down. In the center aisle of the yard, Jin Quan was wielding a broom, vigorously sweeping the snow.

The man was incredibly strong; with each stroke, a large patch of snow was cleared. In just a few minutes, he had made a path.

Thinking back to last night’s wild moments, Zhang Ling couldn’t help but blush.

When Jin Quan came in, she was sitting on the edge of the bed, already dressed. Her hands were gathering her hair at the back of her head; her long hair, like a waterfall, was tied into a neat knot in just a few moves, pinned with a hair clip. Lifting her gaze, with her red lips and dark brows, she exuded feminine charm.

Jin Quan froze, his large hand irresistibly reaching for her face.

She turned her head away: “Cold.”

“Perfect, then you can warm me up.”

Zhang Ling rolled her eyes but remained properly seated.

After last night, their relationship had grown even closer.

Zhang Ling, a traditional woman, felt a sense of belonging in her heart.

Jin Quan turned to grab his coat and handed hers to her. “Come on, haven’t had enough yet?”

“Where to?”

“First breakfast, then we go get our marriage certificate.”

“Really going to get it?”

Last night he had been flattering her to get what he wanted.

“What, having second thoughts?”

Zhang Ling felt embarrassed. She wasn’t having second thoughts, but…

“Jin Quan, think carefully. I told you before… I might… not be able to have children.”

Lowering her head, she whispered, “It’s not that I don’t want to, I just… can’t conceive.”

Jin Quan paused, then strode over.

Standing before her, he held her head, pulled her into his embrace, and smoothed her hair.

“Worried about that?”

Zhang Ling nodded in his arms.

“What’s the big deal? My genes are strong. We’ll just try more often every day, and we’ll definitely conceive!”

One moment, Zhang Ling felt a twinge of sadness, the next, his words made her shiver in surprise.

She pushed his large hand away: “But… what if we still can’t?”

“If not…” Jin Quan thought seriously for a moment. “Then we just… won’t.”

She tilted her face up: “You don’t feel any regret?”

“Then we’ll learn from your brother-in-law and adopt a few kids. Look, those three little ones are thriving, right?” Jin Quan’s mind raced, and he felt proud of his clever plan.

He slapped his thigh. “Why don’t we bring Lin Ran over? That kid is smart and will definitely succeed! Lin Jin’s too greedy, and the eldest is too delicate. Lin Ran seems perfect!”

Zhang Ling was completely speechless.

She stood, slipped on her coat, and thought bitterly: If you try to compete with Lin Tianyue over the kids, it’s no wonder he won’t back down!

Joking aside, the lingering worries that had been weighing on Zhang Qiao’s mind completely disappeared.

Yes, life might not have an “Option A,” but there’s always a “B” option. With an open heart, nothing is unsolvable.

Today, Zhang Qiao planned to take Xia Xia to Su Yin’s house to play. Early in the morning, she dressed Xia Xia carefully. Since the snow had just fallen yesterday and the temperature had dropped, she wrapped Xia Xia up into a little bundle.

Carrying the little bundle downstairs was still somewhat cumbersome. Lin Tianyue volunteered to help.

He carried Xia Xia down and handed her back to Zhang Qiao only when they reached the bottom. He reminded her to call before returning so he could pick her up.

Zhang Qiao nodded and held Xia Xia’s tiny hand. “Sweetheart, say bye-bye to Daddy.”

Xia Xia seemed to understand and actually waved.

Lin Tianyue watched from downstairs as the two gradually walked away.

The snow sparkled, and he squinted, turning his gaze elsewhere. Suddenly, his heart sank.

From not far off came the roar of a car engine. A white sedan sped out from a side alley, hurtling straight toward Zhang Qiao in the middle of the road.

“Qiao Qiao, get out of the way!”

No time to think. Lin Tianyue’s eyes darkened, and he dashed into the street, pushing the mother and daughter aside at the last second.

Zhang Qiao felt herself lurch forward, instinctively shielding her daughter.

She staggered a few meters, still in shock, when a loud bang came from behind. Turning back, she saw the sedan swerve in an S-shape and speed away, while Lin Tianyue had been thrown several meters, like a kite with its string cut, landing hard on the ground.

“Lin Tianyue!!!”

Zhang Qiao’s scream was heart-wrenching. Even little Xia Xia stared blankly at the direction her father had fallen, tiny hands stretching forward, anxious to say something.

The sound of tires scraping the ground echoed in her ears as Jin Quan’s jeep screeched to a stop in front of Zhang Qiao.

Zhang Ling, having witnessed the entire scene, felt her legs give way. She rushed down and ran with Zhang Qiao: “Qiao Qiao, don’t panic! My brother-in-law will be fine!”

She held Xia Xia, pale and trembling.

Zhang Qiao knelt beside Lin Tianyue, checking his condition. Blood flowed from his head, but under her tearful cries, Lin Tianyue barely opened his eyes.

The dull, lifeless gaze shattered Zhang Qiao’s heart. She held him, pushing Zhang Ling aside: “Sister, call 120 immediately!”

Zhang Ling snapped out of her shock, hugging Xia Xia as she searched for the nearest phone booth.

In moments of helplessness, people naturally think of those they depend on most. But when Zhang Ling thought of Jin Quan and looked around, neither the cars nor the man were in sight.

The green jeep sped off wildly, chasing the white sedan in the distance.

“Jin Quan? Jin Quan!”

Zhang Ling’s heart raced. She stumbled forward, but the jeep quickly disappeared, shrinking to a tiny black dot in her vision. Soon, even the dot vanished.

After some time, distant, violent crashes were heard—one after another, ringing through the sky.