"Is it not obvious?"
Lin Fu was nearly choked and said through gritted teeth, "Obvious, very obvious."
"Let’s go, downstairs to eat."
"Oh!"
"Fu Xing, I feel like having hotpot."
"The kind from Gourt Restaurant?" Fu Xing frowned, "That would require special preparation, Count Ingrid’s Mansion definitely doesn’t have it, but the butler had already prepared it aboard the Asgard beforehand. Tomorrow, once we board the Asgard, you’ll be able to enjoy it."
"Are we returning to Capital Star?"
"Of course, I ca to pick you up." Fu Xing said casually, yet when he held Lin Fu’s hand, he unconsciously tightened his grip, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Ouch!"
"Sorry, how is it now?" Fu Xing quickly cupped her hand in his palms and gently rubbed it, "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn’t hurt anymore. How could I be so delicate? I am a soldier after all, able to protect my comrades when it counts," Lin Fu said, animatedly. "By the way, did you see my performance on Prison Star? From your Imperial Major General’s perspective, how was it? Did I pass?"
She was clearly waiting for praise!
"From the perspective of an Imperial General, your performance was flawless, deserving of everyone’s applause and praise. However, from a husband’s perspective, your performance was utterly terrible. I would rather everyone else died than see you suffer even the slightest injury."
Lin Fu’s eyes slightly reddened.
"Of course, I am also at fault." As he said this, Fu Xing’s steps suddenly halted, and he turned around to look deeply at her, his expression so solemn, "In these six months, I kept asking myself, if faced with a difficult choice again, do I choose you or fulfill my responsibilities."
"Have you figured it out?" Lin Fu didn’t realize how tense her own tone was.
Fu Xing’s gaze was heavy, "I’m sorry..."
Lin Fu’s heart sank violently.
"Let’s have a child!"
"Huh?" The topic shifted so quickly, was it so abrupt?
Lin Fu was completely baffled.
"Let’s have a child. I will train him as soon as possible and later pass on the responsibilities to him. It’s enough that I’m accountable to you." Fu Xing was clearly not joking, having evidently planned this on his way here.
"If you’re unwilling to bear a child, we can simply extract our genes and cultivate them. After all, many people now use dical ans to cultivate the next generation, avoiding the pain of pregnancy and childbirth."
"However, I personally would still prefer natural pregnancy. Scientifically, it shows that children born from natural pregnancies tend to have a better relationship with their parents. Couples who jointly nurture and care for a child also tend to have more harmonious family relationships..."
Lin Fu couldn’t help it anymore, she touched his forehead, "Strange, it’s not hot! No fever."
"Stop kidding." Fu Xing took her hand down, "I’m serious."
While speaking, his gaze fell on her flat belly and he struggled to say, "Forget it, let’s not get pregnant. It harms the body."
"Are you thinking a bit too much? Too far ahead?"
"Not at all."
Fu Xing sighed, "I’m not getting any younger, I’ve been wanting a child for a while now. The Fu Family also needs an heir. Most importantly, once the son is born, I can shift many responsibilities onto him."
Lin Fu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of her mouth, "You’re really harsh, aren’t you?"
Fu Xing flashed a aningful smile, "I’m just placing high hopes on him."
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