QTIMP -Chapter 237 Character Persona – Fool (Part 33)

Elias swallowed nervously and continued, “I’ve already been drinking and smoking much less recently.”

“Less doesn’t mean none. Under normal preconception conditions, you’re supposed to quit alcohol and cigarettes completely. You’re a grown man, yet you don’t pay attention to these things.”

“How are you supposed to produce higher-quality sperm? Elias, do you even understand how important having a child is?”

Si Qiu’s serious little face looked very cute—at least to others, she seemed adorably fierce. But for Elias, the person involved, it was anything but.

His voice was hoarse and stammering. “I-I understand. I’ll quit for sure.”

After he said that, he noticed Si Qiu’s expression soften slightly. Only then did a small bit of tension in his heart quietly loosen.

But he still received a stern warning from her.

Finally, the video call ended.

In the car, Michel saw the boss’s pale, ashen expression and couldn’t help but say, “Sir, why don’t you record a few more videos to cheer Miss Si Qiu up? I’ve seen those tight, pretty average-looking mesh outfit videos online that turn completely sheer when pulled.”

If this had been before, just saying something like that at a time like this would’ve gotten him thrown straight into a pit and buried on the spot. But this time, the boss actually nodded.

“The traditional medicine doctor who prescribed those herbs before… keep brewing them.”

The doctor had already been found, the prescription written, and even the medicine prepared. But he had only managed to drink one dose—he simply couldn’t take it.

Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t completely unbearable.

A year passed—neither fast nor slow. During that time, Elias only came to see her once in a hurry, stayed for two days, and then left.

But at least during that visit, Si Qiu ended up pregnant.

By logic, since she had conceived within the required timeframe, Elias should have felt relieved. But instead, he entered a second kind of torment.

Because he didn’t know whether the baby was a boy or a girl. If it was a girl, that would be fine—it would count as completing the mission. But if it was a boy…

Just thinking about the soup with its mix of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, and strange medicinal tastes made him feel like retching.

As he was thinking about when Si Qiu would be able to check the baby’s gender, his phone suddenly vibrated.

He quickly unlocked it.

On their chat screen, Si Qiu had sent him two cross-dressing videos of men.

Below them was a message:

“Hubby, film these two videos for me. Me and the baby want to watch. They say that during pregnancy, watching good-looking people helps the baby become good-looking too.”

The word “hubby” had only started being used after Si Qiu became pregnant. Every time he heard it, his heart would swell with warmth.

But at the same time, the pressure increased. What if she gave birth to a boy and stopped calling him that?

After all, they hadn’t even had a formal wedding or legal registration yet.

He wasn’t sure if marriage registration in China was complicated. Si Qiu insisted on giving birth in China anyway, saying it was to continue the Si family line—what kind of meaning would it have if the child was born abroad?

Elias still remembered the look Si Qiu gave him when she said that. It was obvious she saw him as a foreigner. So he didn’t dare show even the slightest objection.

That night, after finally arriving at a safe place, he went to take a shower while Michel and Freya arranged the room. None of them ate or rested first.

Instead, following Si Qiu’s request, they filmed two videos showing exposed chests and backs, and sent them to her.

Soon after, a message came back:

“Longing for you like a dream at three watch in wind and snow, wandering the rivers and lakes under ten years of lamplight.”

He quickly opened a translation app and typed it in.

The response appeared:

“Deep affection is hard to forget; longing never ends.”

This immediately made his mood surge again.

Finally, when Si Qiu was five months pregnant, he applied again to enter China. But this time, after landing, he didn’t rush to see her right away.

Instead, he secretly went to a famous local temple to make an offering.

Following other people’s instructions, he finished the ritual and incense offering, then overheard a mother and daughter chatting nearby.

“Just told you to burn incense, so you burn it. Why do you have so many questions?” The woman in her fifties impatiently slapped the younger woman.

The younger woman muttered unwillingly, “People nowadays all worship the God of Wealth. Only you still insist I go pray to Guanyin for children. You’re so old-fashioned.”

Her words made her mother so angry that she smacked her again. The two of them kept arguing loudly while finishing their prayer to the Child-Giving Guanyin.

Hearing this, Elias froze.

He turned to Michel. “This is Guanyin for children.”

Michel nodded blankly. “Is it? I asked around, and they said the deity responsible for childbirth in China is this one.”

Elias repeated in Chinese, word by word:

“This— is— Guanyin— for— children.”

He emphasized each syllable. Michel finally realized belatedly that their boss was determined to have a daughter, so praying to the Child-Giving Guanyin… was indeed not exactly aligned.

He swallowed nervously. “Boss… according to Chinese belief, these things are all superstition.”

At that moment, Elias’s phone rang. It was Si Qiu asking when he would arrive.

He shot Michel a cold look.

“Go back and buy a dictionary. Copy it from beginning to end.”

With that, he turned and left.

As for the large sum of money he had originally prepared for offerings—he would rather die than donate a single cent to this temple now.

As expected, the wrong god had been worshipped.

Si Qiu went through ten months of pregnancy and gave birth to a mixed-race boy.

For Elias, it felt like a bolt from the blue.

Si Qiu was somewhat disappointed too, but maternal instinct made her still love the child very much. However, she did not register the child locally.

In Si Qiu’s stubborn mindset, this was not the child she had wanted to carry on the family lineage—so there was no need for him to necessarily hold Chinese nationality.

“Father, why doesn’t Mother take me when she goes to visit Grandma’s grave?”

Elias sneered at him.

“Heinrich, you can’t compare yourself to Xiyue. Who told you that you’re not a girl, and that your bloodline and appearance are 80% like mine?”

Seven-year-old Heinrich rolled his eyes at him and continued staring at his phone wallpaper—a stunning woman holding a little girl who looked seven or eight-tenths like her.

He hesitated, thinking whether he should message his mother. But he had already sent too many messages earlier. Would his sister find him annoying again?

“You’re the one who delayed me, so you should treat me better. Besides, no matter how bad I am, I’m still Mom’s child. If you keep treating me like this, I’ll tell her.”

Elias’s expression darkened for a moment, then he sneered.

“And then you won’t see your mother for a whole year?”

Heinrich snorted and ran back to his room holding his phone. Since he had already sent messages, he might as well video call his sister and mother.

Elias whistled as he left. Back then, he had pushed right up against the deadline to make sure Si Qiu carried Xiyue, and then finally registered their marriage, securing his current position.

A little brat who wasn’t even valued properly still dared to challenge him.

He heard that there was a trending short video recently featuring bead accessories and transformation edits. He might as well go study that.

And then print out their chat conversations filled with poetic lines and put them into an album.

With all that, wouldn’t that kid understand exactly how big the gap was between their positions in Si Qiu’s heart?