Evolving infinitely from ground zero

Do you want a brother or sister?

Is mom pregnant with the second child?

He, having realized what was happening, looked immediately towards Zhang Wanxin's belly.

It was very flat; there was no visible sign of pregnancy.

Maybe it's because she just got pregnant not long ago, and it's not showing yet.

"Mom, are you pregnant with the second child?"

"Yes, it's been almost half a month. I just found out a few days ago."

As Zhang Wanxin spoke, she gently rubbed her still-flat belly with an expression of anticipation, "We already have a little man at home, hoping this time it's a little cotton-padded jacket."

She actually was pregnant with the second child...

Lin Zichen felt it was so sudden, even more so than when Shen Qinghan announced her pregnancy.

After all, Zhang Wanxin was in her forties, and in a few years, she would be old enough to be a grandmother.

This unexpected second pregnancy was truly surprising.

By the time the child is born, Lin Zichen would be twenty years old.

With such a big age difference, he could be a father himself.

Lin Yansheng took a sip of soup and casually said, "Ever since you and Han Han went to college, the house has been too quiet, and your mom and I are not used to it."

"Thinking of holding a grandchild feels like it's so far in the future."

"So your mom and I agreed on the spot. While we're still in our early forties and there's still a possibility, we thought we'd try for a second child."

"Then, after trying for about two and a half months, we finally succeeded in getting pregnant."

"..."

"I see."

Lin Zichen nodded, indifferent to his parents having a second child.

As long as the parents are happy, it doesn't matter if it's a second child, or a third, fourth, or fifth.

The family isn't short on money, and the parents don't need to run around working to support the family; they can afford to raise any number of children.

Having children around to liven up the house is quite nice.

...

At 11:45 p.m.

Lin Zichen finished dinner, took a shower, and sat leisurely on the bed browsing news on his phone.

Not long after, Shen Qinghan, who had also finished dining and showering and was dressed in a set of light pink pajamas, came to join him for sleep.

"Xiao Chen, Aunt Xin is actually pregnant with a second child."

Shen Qinghan took off her slippers, sat on the bed, and shared the surprising news with Lin Zichen.

Lin Zichen laughed, "My parents are so eager to hold a grandchild they couldn't wait for the two of us, so they took matters into their own hands."

Shen Qinghan asked curiously, "Xiao Chen, do you want a sister or a brother?"

"I'm fine with either, but my parents especially want a daughter."

"It's natural for Uncle Lin and Aunt Xin to want a daughter since they already have you as a son; they certainly want to try different parenting experiences with a little girl."

After finishing, Shen Qinghan inquired, "Xiao Chen, when we get married in the future, should we have a son or a daughter first?"

Lin Zichen: "Just have twins directly, a pair of dragon and phoenix for both son and daughter."

"Which should come first, the son or the daughter?"

Shen Qinghan felt torn: "I feel a combination of an older brother and younger sister is very loving, but I also think an older sister and younger brother pairing is quite nice, it's really hard to decide."

"What's more, choosing names for a son and a daughter, there's really so much to think about."

"Especially taking care of a baby, I think that seems hard."

"Thinking back to when I was a baby, constantly wetting my pants, my mom said it was really troublesome to take care of."

"..."

"Even when you were not a baby, you still frequently wet your pants."

"You annoying thing, you're asking for a beating!"

Shen Qinghan "very angrily" hit Lin Zichen as punishment for his "malicious slander."

Then she muttered, "When Aunt Xin gives birth to the baby at the end of the year, I'll go learn a bit, practice in advance how to be a mom."

She was thinking a bit too far ahead.

She was only in her freshman year of university, yet she was already thinking about motherhood.

Lin Zichen smiled and said, "There's no need to go out of your way to practice when you become a mom, you'll find that you'll hardly get to take care of the child, as my parents and yours will be scrambling to take care of it."

"Really?"

Shen Qinghan was skeptical.

Lin Zichen: "Don't doubt the desire of a couple to hold a grandchild, especially in our one-child families. Once the parents get older and retire with nothing to do, they'll become obsessed with the idea of a grandchild."

"Is that so?"

Shen Qinghan hadn't felt it much herself because Shen Jianye and Xu Meng had never pressured her about having grandchildren.

After saying this, she stretched her fair and smooth little feet into Lin Zichen's hands, with a playful tone said sweetly, "Daddy, help warm your good daughter's feet please."

"You little rascal, calling me daddy is becoming an addiction, isn't it?"

Lin Zichen said with a laugh, then grasped Shen Qinghan's delicate feet, began to release Blood Qi Power to warm them up, satisfying her modest request.

Shen Qinghan defended herself: "Don't falsely accuse me; I'm not addicted to it. I only call you that because you guys like to be called by girls like that, so I'm doing it for you."

Lin Zichen teased, "Your mouth tastes sweet, but your words are resolute."

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"You're just being stubborn!"

Shen Qinghan pouted unhappily.

Lin Zichen laughed and pinched her little mouth, no longer teasing her.

...

In the time that followed,

the two of them chatted back and forth, from childhood to the present, and from the present to the future, talking about whatever came to mind as if they had endless topics.

As they talked, the conversation turned to their encounter with the Divine Plant Cult attack during the day.

They discussed the whispering Shen Qinghan heard, the giant arm formed by the sea, the downfall of the Ninth Elder of the Divine Plant Cult, and the mysterious water droplets swirling around Shen Qinghan.

Lin Zichen cared a lot about those droplets.

Because when those droplets floated past Shen Qinghan, they would change into shapes that looked like characters.

Now thinking back, were those droplets trying to convey some message to Shen Qinghan?

With that thought, Lin Zichen got out of bed to get a pen and some scrap paper. Using his super memory, he replicated the shapes of the droplets he had seen on the paper.

Only after replicating them did he realize that the shapes the droplets formed really did look like some kind of writing.

Lin Zichen randomly picked a few of the more distinct shapes, took photos, and uploaded them online to see if he could find something.

Unfortunately, the internet search turned up nothing.

Could it be that they weren't some kind of writing?

Were those droplets just randomly changing shapes for fun?

No, that couldn't be right.

They must have been trying to convey a message or had some special meaning.

Since he couldn't find anything online, he decided to send them to people who had more extensive knowledge.

A lot of information isn't publicly available online; most lesser-known data usually requires asking someone who knows.

Soon, Lin Zichen sent the photos he just uploaded online to Yuan Dongzhi, Song Yuyan, and Liu Chuanwu.

The first of these three comes from a prominent family and had wide-ranging knowledge; perhaps he would recognize these mysterious symbols.

The other two specialized in research, having studied many ancient artifacts unearthed from ruins; it was quite possible they would recognize these mysterious symbols.

...

Several minutes later,

Yuan Dongzhi and Song Yuyan replied one after the other.

They replied quickly, but their responses were disappointing.

Both said they didn't recognize the symbols.

"Only the dean left..."

Lin Zichen murmured to himself.

...

More than an hour passed.

Shen Qinghan had fallen asleep, quietly curled up in Lin Zichen's arms, sleeping sweetly.

Lin Zichen wasn't sleepy, scrolling through news on his phone.

It was nearly 1:30 a.m.

Liu Chuanwu replied.

Lin Zichen quickly opened the chat box and found that Liu Chuanwu had sent a voice message, not text.

It was a 38-second voice message.

Such a long voice message clearly indicated that there was some result.

Not wanting to disturb Shen Qinghan, Lin Zichen specially got out of bed to get his earphones.

Once he had put on the earphones, he immediately couldn't wait to play the message and hear what Liu Chuanwu had to say.

"Where did you see these symbols?"

"I feel a bit familiar with them."

"But I can't remember where I've seen them for the life of me."

"Now that I think about it, I seem to recall seeing them on some of the ancient objects at the research institute."

"Here's the plan, tomorrow morning I'll go back to the research institute and check for you. I'll let you know by WeChat if I find anything."

Liu Chuanwu's voice sounded a bit breathless, as if he was exercising.

On closer listen, you could faintly hear the crisp sound of applause mixed in, along with the barely perceptible cheering of women.

They were cheering things like "Go, Old Liu, give it your all, one shot for a million, ten shots for twenty million!"

Upon hearing the cheers in the voice message, Lin Zichen couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Seriously, couldn't he have paused his other activities when sending a voice message?

Did he have to multitask?

Lin Zichen silently mocked in his mind, but soon after, he began to admire Liu Chuanwu.

One had to say, the dean was truly a role model.

To pull in sponsorship for the research institute, he went out every night to exercise with his old flames.

It was the kind of story that silenced men and brought tears to women, touching all of Jiuzhou's ten great people.

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