Chapter 62 – Extra: I Don’t Even Look at My Wife’s Photos Before Bed Anymore…
Meng Xueyuan hung up the call and said to the netizens, “He said he doesn’t have any children.”
Lu Xiao hung up as well—finally knowing his wife’s schedule for the day—and casually opened the livestream.
His wife was reading their fanfiction!
The next piece that got picked had a blurb that read: “Poor genius top × rich young master sugar daddy bottom.”
He liked this setup. He was the poor guy madly in love with his wife, working hard to make a living… wait!
Lu Xiao rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then finally realized from between the lines that the rich young master was actually him.
Outrageous reversal of heaven and earth! Meng Xueyuan still owed him eight hundred navel oranges!
Meng Xueyuan was clearly stunned for quite a while too, before finishing it with very mixed feelings.
The next one.
“Seven-Year Itch”: Lu Xiao became more and more obsessed with the game of power; Meng Xueyuan became more and more popular. Their home turned into a hotel… they spent less and less time together, and their marriage entered a crisis.
Lu Xiao was furious. Obsessed my ass—what nonsense! He wished he could work from home! His grandfather and father built everything from scratch and never got obsessed; how could he, a born young master, possibly get obsessed?
Their family obviously had anti-addiction genes—his eldest and second brother included.
Fine, fine. His wife wasn’t brainwashed by solo fans, so now CP fans had been living too comfortably and started acting up.
Even if they’d drawn an ABO story, he could’ve gone home tonight and used it to blackmail his wife into “hands-on practice.”
Lu Xiao recalled watching variety shows together—wherever Meng Xueyuan’s mouse stopped, that spot was always a comment from solo fans enjoying their own beauty.
When it came to fans assisting, Meng Xueyuan always received debuffs.
With his wife’s luck… he should really participate less in these random-draw interactive activities.
Meng Xueyuan realized it too—each one worse than the last, not even as good as the original mpreg story.
He said, “Let’s draw one last ID, then move on to other segments.”
“After His Wife Ran Away with the Baby, He Went Crazy”: Meng Xueyuan got pregnant with Lu Xiao’s child, but Lu Xiao didn’t want it. So Meng Xueyuan forged a miscarriage certificate, quit the industry, returned to the countryside, and gave birth to a genius hacker baby. Five years later, one day, the Lu Group’s network collapsed.
Meng Xueyuan: “……”
The themes were certainly rich and never repeated—but why did netizens love creating scum tops?
Confused, Meng Xueyuan ended the livestream. That evening, after getting home, he opened the fridge and stared at the glass bottles of royal jelly.
Royal jelly required strict freshness. The fridge was full of small bottles—one bottle per sip. Ever since the last time he lied and said he forgot to drink it, Lu Xiao had numbered them. One glance and he’d know whether Meng Xueyuan had drunk it or not.
He was actually pretty curious about what their baby would be like.
A hidden bloodline? A flower-god baby? A worker bee? A drone? Or a little queen bee? No matter which one—if they failed an exam, Lu Xiao would beat them.
And Lu Xiao was very strong. If he beat someone, it would really hurt.
Until the two of them unified their educational philosophy, the baby shouldn’t be born.
Meng Xueyuan blinked. You really couldn’t tell Lu Xiao would be a strict father—after all, he could even accept a non-biological, stream-of-consciousness eldest child.
Was it because of the previous two fake pregnancies that made Lu Xiao resistant to the idea?
Whether he gave birth or not, Meng Xueyuan felt he should sort out Lu Xiao’s mindset.
He sat cross-legged on the bed. When Lu Xiao came out after showering, he said, “Sit down. We need to talk.”
Lu Xiao calmly sat on the edge of the bed. “Wife, go ahead.”
Meng Xueyuan: “Would you really beat a child?”
Lu Xiao: “No. I was just talking nonsense.”
Meng Xueyuan’s eyes lit up. He knew it—Lu Xiao had a good temper.
Lu Xiao: “Kids are a matter of fate. But if we have one, I’ll be relatively strict. After all, he’d be the eldest grandson of both the Lu and Meng families—big responsibilities. He should start learning eight languages at three.”
Meng Xueyuan stared at him in shock. “Three?”
Lu Xiao: “Our child would definitely be diligent and smart. Three is the golden age for language learning. Hire seven foreign-language tutors—oh no, my dad knows French, my brother’s English is pretty good. Five tutors will do.”
Please, that would be the crystallization of their love. A child born by Meng Xueyuan would surely be as cute as Meng Xueyuan himself—so cute you’d melt. Why learn eight languages? They should go out with eight bodyguards instead.
Lu Xiao was deeply calculating and deliberately scared his wife, so he wouldn’t drink royal jelly recklessly.
His wife was kind and soft-hearted—he definitely wouldn’t bear to give birth then.
Meng Xueyuan’s psychology was completely grasped. If he gave birth to a little drone baby who still didn’t want to speak at three, and then met a hyper-competitive dad who wanted him to learn eight languages, wouldn’t they just be staring at each other at home every day?
Lu Xiao added fuel to the fire: “Isn’t children’s programming popular now… no wonder they can be hackers at five.”
Meng Xueyuan couldn’t help saying, “That’s the genius baby from the ‘run away with the baby’ novel. I didn’t run away with the baby.”
Lu Xiao suddenly realized—if he scared him like this, what if Meng Xueyuan actually ran away with the baby? That would be the nightmare of all CEOs. He just didn’t want his wife to suffer.
So he quickly changed his tune: “Wife, you absolutely can’t run away with the baby. I’ll listen to everything you say—raise them however you want.”
Meng Xueyuan thought: a person’s views are rooted in life experience. If Lu Xiao always compromised, he’d feel sorry for Lu Xiao too.
The child was hypothetical. Lu Xiao was real.
Meng Xueyuan honestly said, “I drank royal jelly. So we won’t do it tonight.”
Lu Xiao felt Meng Xueyuan was saying this on purpose. “I don’t believe it. Let’s verify with a kiss.”
Meng Xueyuan: “I brushed my teeth.”
His wife’s acting skills were getting better and better. With the movie Little Mountain God, he’d been nominated for Best Actor. And Lu Xiao—ever since Meng Xueyuan told him to be more honest—felt his own award-winning acting drifting away. In front of his wife, he couldn’t hide anything anymore.
Lu Xiao hated it. When contraception was in his wife’s hands, he was completely passive. His wife’s sperm-storage sac was truly a huge bug!
Meng Xueyuan: “What are you thinking about?”
Lu Xiao: “I’m thinking about pressing your special structure a few more times next time.” Ruthless revenge.
Meng Xueyuan: “That probably won’t work. Brother Shancha said he wants to move in for a while.”
He’d just made that up casually, but it turned out to be true—his cousin asked if he hadn’t been drinking royal jelly lately, since his pheromones were unstable.
A worker bee seeking the queen’s pheromonal protection would naturally go all out. Meng Xueyuan decided to drink royal jelly every day, giving the strongest worker bee the strongest protection.
Lu Xiao: “……” What’s the use of just being impotent? His heart wasn’t dead.
That very day, after work, Meng Shancha moved into Meng Xueyuan’s apartment.
Meng Xueyuan lived on Lu Xiao’s side; his own apartment was completely unused now and served as a temporary place for clan members in need.
Meng Shancha had no idea what trouble he’d brought to the contraception-hardworking couple. It never even crossed his mind that the two of them would be using contraception.
He thought he’d leave early and come back late, not disturbing them—but Meng Xueyuan strongly invited him to have breakfast together.
Feeling like a third wheel, Meng Shancha guiltily painted a rosy picture: “If you two have a child, I’ll be the nursery bee this time.”
As a nursery bee, he could stay closer to the queen—killing two birds with one stone.
Lu Xiao asked, “You know how to take care of kids?”
Meng Shancha: “I can learn. No one’s born knowing. Babies with bee bloodlines are very easy to care for—anyone can handle it.”
In a hive, the queen only lays eggs; caregiving is the worker bees’ responsibility. For their bee clan, it was the same—several worker bees took care of a group of children, achieving maximum efficiency.
Meng Xueyuan, Lin Xilan, Bai He, and two male bees of similar age belonged to the same batch of nursery care—truly growing up together from childhood.
During the day, nursery bees took care of them; at night, parents took them home.
Bee clan babies weren’t clingy—they wouldn’t cry and insist on their mother. They could sleep soundly even in a nursery bee’s arms.
Lu Xiao realized his understanding of the bee clan was still very shallow.
No wonder the bee clan was the most sought-after marriage partner among other clans—so many built-in miraculous traits.
And since the queen bee was his wife, he had to cherish him even more.
Lu Xiao lifted his gaze to Meng Shancha and probed, “That person who’s potentially entered your mate-selection criteria—do you have a photo? Let me see who made you so unsettled.”
Meng Shancha didn’t think much of it and opened his phone album. It was a photo of a handsome young man speaking at an internal technical exchange meeting.
Meng Xueyuan fell silent for a moment. Brother… why do you still have someone else’s photo on your phone?
Lu Xiao pierced through it. “You secretly photographed him?”
Meng Shancha: “No. I photographed the PPT behind him. There was a technical point—I took it back to study.”
The PPT was half-blocked by the young man’s figure. Even a slacker who slept through a class and snapped a random photo would’ve captured the key points more clearly than this.
Lu Xiao: “Lots of people took photos?”
Meng Shancha emphasized, “No. This was a classified technical exchange. Only I could take photos.”
Lu Xiao: “I think you’re just not straight anymore. Your focus is obviously on the person.”
Meng Shancha argued, “This one’s blurry, you can’t see the classified tech clearly—that’s why I showed you this. I have clearer ones.”
Lu Xiao: “……” Then why didn’t you delete the blurry one?
Lu Xiao: “So you took it out to study before bed?” Then of course you’d get hard.
Meng Shancha: “Yes.” Only had time before bed.
Lu Xiao thought: I don’t even look at my wife’s photos before bed anymore…
He tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I just remembered—no wonder I thought he looked familiar at first glance. Turns out I’ve seen him before.”
Meng Shancha: “When?”
Lu Xiao: “When Yuanyuan and I were eating at a restaurant. I think I saw him on a blind date.”
Meng Shancha’s face changed. “When?”
Lu Xiao: “Just a couple of days ago.”
Meng Shancha stood up, distracted. “I’m full.”
Meng Xueyuan chased after his not-quite-full cousin, stuffed a meat bun into his hand, and arranged for Lu Xiao’s driver to take Meng Shancha to work.
When he came back, he looked at Lu Xiao. “You didn’t have to come in so strong right away.”
Lu Xiao: “I was telling the truth.”
Meng Xueyuan grew worried. “Then Brother Shancha is going to be heartbroken.”
Lu Xiao said, “It was a blind date with another man. He probably didn’t like him—Shancha still has a chance.”
Meng Xueyuan: “We were eating together. How did you know so much?”
Lu Xiao: “Because you can only see it from my seat. You were facing away.”
When Meng Xueyuan went on dates, he was very focused—he didn’t look around. His eyes held only Lu Xiao.
Of course, Lu Xiao’s eyes also held only his wife—mainly because he knew the blind date partner of Brother Shancha’s crush. He was a minor rich second-gen, not very capable, but a decent person.
In front of Meng Xueyuan, he took out his phone and dialed a number. “Bro, have you been going on blind dates lately?”
The other person said, “Yeah. Oh right, I even saw you last time.”
Lu Xiao: “How did it go?”
The other person: “He didn’t like me. Seems like he has someone in his heart. I’ve already moved on to the next one.”
Lu Xiao shamelessly said, “Do me a favor—send him anonymous flowers every day. Make them big. I’ll reimburse you.”
The other person: “Huh? Clinging isn’t my style.”
Lu Xiao: “No, mainly to stimulate someone.”
The other person: “Alright.”
Lu Xiao hung up and said to Meng Xueyuan, “This is the strong medicine.”
So he’d stop spending every night studying and then coming to his wife asking for erectile dysfunction meds.
