The Heir is Here: Quiet Down, School Prince!

Chapter 812: Can I Get a Gigolo Once You’re Gone? (9)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

An Xiaxia had heard enough and swung a cushion at his face. “Shut up!”

How could he ask such embarrassing questions in that serious tone?!

Sheng Yize caught the pillow, the aggrieved look on his face reminding her of a golden retriever. He then went to take a shower like a wronged little wife.

When he came out, An Xiaxia had fallen asleep.

Lying down next to her, he tucked An Xiaxia in and whispered, “Good night.”

An Xiaxia mumbled, expertly found her way into his arms, and settled into a comfortable position. She then smacked her lips and fell asleep.

“I’m taking you somewhere tomorrow,” he whispered.

However, the little woman probably didn’t hear him.

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FX Island.

With her expected due date coming soon, Su Xiaomo couldn’t stop herself from getting all sorts of strange ideas. According to Dr. He Jiayu’s professional opinion, the woman was paranoid.

While He Jiayu was asleep, Su Xiaomo took the opportunity to find some pen and paper, then began to work on her “will.”

“What if the baby doesn’t come out as planned? What if I get a hemorrhage? What if they run out of blood bags when I’m bleeding out? Ah, and, what if I don’t have any milk? Will the baby starve... Can Cutie He feed the baby instead?”

There came He Jiayu’s lazy voice. “Momo, time to go to bed.”

Su Xiaomo sniveled. “Hm... I’m coming.”

She went on writing. “If I die, will Cutie He be the gigolo who gets all my money and my house? He’ll then find himself another young and pretty wife, who’ll give him a roomful of babies... No, if I’m dead, all my money will go to the anti-mistress association!”

While she was completely immersed in her writing, the light kept He Jiayu awake. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up.

“What are you writing?”

“My will,” said Su Xiaomo casually.

That woke He Jiayu up completely. Looking terrified, he snatched the “will” from her hands and began to read it carefully.

Damn it! Was Momo trying to kill herself again?!

However, he was baffled after quickly skimming through the paper. “Su Xiaomo, what on earth is going on in your head?”

Su Xiaomo pursed her lips and rubbed her head against his chest, playing the weakling. “Cutie He, do you love me?”

“What are you doing...” He Jiayu wasn’t used to her behaving this way and the skin behind his ears turned pink. He said in a deep voice, “Of course I do.”

“Then promise me. If anything happens to me, you’re not going to marry another woman!” Su Xiaomo threatened him. After some thought, she recanted. “Forget it. That’s a pretty big deal. The custom is that one doesn’t get married in the first three years after a parent passes away. So, you’re only marrying another woman three years after my death!”

He Jiayu was completely speechless and stared at her with an impassive face.

Seeing his reaction, Su Xiaomo was vexed. “What? You can’t even wait three years? You dog! H- how about one year...”

Before she could go on, she was stopped by He Jiayu’s kiss. He then “punished” Su Xiaomo with his actions...

“There will be no accident. If there really is one, I won’t marry another woman.”

To me, you’re more important than my parents.

Tears welled up in Su Xiaomo’s eyes and she was so touched. “Honey, you’re the best.”

“Yup.” Cutie He traced the outline of her lips with his tongue.

“If you’re dead, can I get a gigolo, then?” Su Xiaomo asked earnestly.

He Jiayu was speechless.