Zhan Beitian noticed Mu Yifan staring at the backseat: “What are you looking at?”
He turned his gaze away: “Why did your friend give you a bunch of books? Didn’t he prescribe me any medications?”
“To treat abdominal distension.”
“….” He coldly eyed Mu Yifan’s bandaged face: “You’re allergic. There’s no medication.”
Mu Yifan’s words were stuck in his throat.
Why did he have to use the allergy excuse?! If he knew that it was going to be like this, then he would’ve just said that it was a facial injury.
Just great! There was no medication and he still had to carry this giant belly.
He caressed his swollen abdomen. Depressed, he asked: “Then did your friend say when it will go away?”
He looked like an ugly middle-aged man with a beer belly.
Come to think of it, why was he in such a miserable state? What did he do wrong? Why transmigrate into his own story?
Mu Yifan couldn’t help but think about the event that had transpired prior to transmigration.
He clearly remembered that just when he had finished writing “King of the Apocalypse”, his childhood friend Zhan Beitian came to him and told him that he and his sister had decided to marry each other next month.
He was momentarily stunned but then quickly congratulated him.
However, Zhan Beitian became extremely unhappy. He coldly responded: “Besides congratulations, is there nothing else in that head of yours?”
He thought again and enthusiastically replied: “Perfect timing! My novel has also just been completed. Let’s go out to celebrate!”
Zhan Beitian’s expression suddenly darkened: “Go celebrate with that protagonist from your book instead.”
After he had spoken, he left and slammed the door shut.
On that same night, he magically transmigrated into his novel.
Until now, he still had no idea what Zhan Beitian was so angry about.
Could it have been??? Because of Zhan Beitian’s words, he had come here?
Zhan Beitian calculated the growth period of the Qingtian Bead and said: “Probably in a month’s time.”
If in one night, it grew to be three months old and four days later, it grew to be five months old, then it should probably take eight days to reach seven months and another sixteen to birth the child.
Of course, this was just his estimation. He wasn’t completely sure when the Qingtian Bead was willing to come out.
After hearing Zhan Beitian, he almost jumped out of his seat: “ONE MONTH?!! That long?! Isn’t it just abdominal distension? Why one month for it to deflate?”
He had been eating more than usual and after he ate, he went straight to sleep. No wonder why his belly had swollen.
Under the condition of no medications, one month seemed normal.
Zhan Beitian flatly asked: “Got a problem?”
Mu Yifan shook his head: “No problem.”
It wasn’t ‘no problem’. The problem was huge!
He originally wanted to gain the male lead’s trust but instead lay on bed for four straight days! He didn’t get to interact with him at all. He now had only twenty days left. Could he still gain his trust and eventually kill him when he let his guard down?