After everything had finally settled, the room fell into a deep, heavy quiet. Lin Wan had completely given in to her tiredness and was now fast asleep under the sheets, her breathing slow and even. Qin Mo just laid next to her, propping himself up slightly on one elbow.

There was a mix of very different emotions in his green eyes as he looked down at her face. He felt incredibly happy, but at the same time, a heavy layer of worry hung over his mind. He knew Lin Wan was pregnant. How could he not sense his own bloodline?

The moment their bodies had fully joined, the ancient, deep instinct inside his own core had picked up on the tiny new spark of life growing inside her. It carried his exact energy signature.

He was deeply happy that Lin Wan was carrying his child, but then another thought crossed his mind.

The idea of those future brats coming along just to share his wife’s attention with him wasn’t something he was looking forward to at all.

He was a serpent beastman, and his nature was deeply possessive; he wanted her entire focus on him alone.

He looked down at Lin Wan’s flushed face. Her small lips were slightly pouting and glistening in the dim light, tempting him all over again despite how tired they both were.

Unable to help himself, Qin Mo leaned down and kissed her lips gently, his silver hair brushing against her cheek.

The soft touch made Lin Wan stir in her sleep. Without opening her dark eyes, she sleepily pushed his bare chest away with a weak shove of her hand. "No more..." she muttered in a tired, raspy whisper, turning her head to the side.

A low, husky laugh escaped Qin Mo’s throat at her reaction. He found her sleepy resistance incredibly endearing.

He leaned down to kiss her cheek one more time, and then slowly and quietly got off the bed so he wouldn’t disturb her rest anymore.

Walking bare-footed across the cool floor, he went into the bathroom to wash up. A few minutes later, he came back outside.

He hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt; he was just wearing a pair of loose lounge pants, leaving his pale chest and the long red scratch marks scattered across his shoulders completely bare.

Still feeling the lingering heat from the room, he stepped out of the bedroom and walked down the quiet hallway.

On getting to the kitchen, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. He came face to face with a small black cat sitting perfectly still on the counter. It was Weiwei.

He and the black cat just looked at each other for a long while in the semi-darkness.

The silence in the kitchen grew heavier by the second. Qin Mo kept his face entirely blank, his emerald eyes locked onto the animal, until he finally broke the silence.

"Weiwei," Qin Mo said, his voice smooth but cold. "Do you want anything from me?"

The black cat tilted its head, its golden eyes reflecting the dim light of the room. It let out a sharp, mocking sound from its throat.

[Tsk. I don’t think you’re worthy of my lady’s fondness,] Weiwei said, her voice echoing clearly in his mind with total disdain.

Hearing those words, Qin Mo’s whole aura became completely cold. A dangerous, lethal look entered his eyes as he glared fiercely at the black cat.

His pride as a high-tier beast male was insulted. Without hesitation, he released the full force of his stabilized spiritual aura, letting the freezing pressure flood the kitchen, wanting nothing more than to suppress the small animal and force it to submit.

But instead of breaking, Weiwei didn’t move an inch.

Suddenly, a world-ending pressure exploded out from the small black cat’s body. It wasn’t just standard spiritual energy; it was a heavy, ancient force that felt like an entire universe was collapsing directly onto the room.

Weiwei sat perfectly still on the counter, but her gaze on Qin Mo was completely that of a higher being looking down at an insignificant ant.

[If you weren’t my lady’s husband, you’d be six foot under right now,] Weiwei stated, her voice dropping into a terrifyingly heavy tone.

Qin Mo felt the bones in his legs cracking under the sudden weight. The skin on his bare shoulders went tight, and his kneecaps almost completely gave out from the sheer gravity pressing down on him.

The temptation to drop to the floor just to stop the pain was immense. But his silver tail manifested behind him, slamming against the floor tiles to anchor his weight, and he stood ramrod straight. He absolutely refused to kneel down or let his back bend to anyone, even a cosmic force.

After a few tense seconds, Weiwei suddenly removed her pressure, the heavy atmosphere vanishing instantly. A soft, almost pleased smile appeared on the cat’s face.

[If you had as much as lowered your head to me, I’d kill you right now and just wait for my lady’s punishment,] Weiwei said casually, licking one of her paws. [A weak man is not allowed near my lady. At least you have some spine.]

’Lady?’

Qin Mo thought to himself, his breath coming in short, heavy gasps as his body recovered from the strain. The word echoed in his mind.

The more he listened to Weiwei, the more the thought became completely clear to him: Lin Wan’s background was far from being ordinary. She wasn’t just a powerful female with strange items; her true origins belonged to a level of existence he couldn’t even map out.

Weiwei saw him deep in thought and shook her head. [Yes. My lady’s identity is incredibly noble, and it isn’t something someone of your current level can know or even understand. I apologize for being blunt, but I must say it out loud.

You, and the other two husbands of my lady, are weak. Very weak. And if you don’t do something about it soon, it won’t be up to me or my lady, you all will simply be removed from my lady’s side by the forces of the universe.] Weiwei said it as a simple matter of fact.

Qin Mo’s eyes remained fixed on Weiwei. Not a single word left his mouth, but his mind was churning with many past memories.

So many unexplainable things surrounding Lin Wan—her endless supply of strange tools, her advanced knowledge, her lack of fear toward the high clans—became more and more clear to him now.

She belonged to the heavens, and they were just pulling her down to the dirt.

[To me, you all are nothing but mere distractions to my lady,] Weiwei continued, her golden eyes locking onto his. [But it appears my lady is truly enamored by you all. She might even be in love with you males. That is the only reason why I am saying this to you tonight. You do not need to worry about my lady’s security anymore. I am here to protect her. And even if I am not here, the cubs are here.]

’The cubs?!’

Qin Mo’s expression instantly changed, his eyebrows furrowing as his silent gaze asked the question for him.

[Yes. The cubs,] Weiwei answered with a small nod. [What you should know right now is that even just one of those cubs inside her is way more powerful than you three husbands combined.]

"What?!" Qin Mo asked incredulously, his voice cracking slightly. His cold composure completely shattered at that statement. He knew his children carried a dual bloodline of dragon, snake, and leopard, but to hear that an unborn infant already surpassed their combined strength was impossible to wrap his head around.

[Yes! As it should be, given their true lineage,] Weiwei huffed. [But with the massive distance between their power and your power, that is the main problem now. You are their father. You should at least be able to protect your own cubs when they are small, as it is the basic nature of a beast family. Right now, if a real threat from the higher realms comes down, you would have to hide behind your own children.]

"Fuck!" Qin Mo couldn’t help but curse out loud, the harsh word slipping past his lips.

His pride as a beast male took a low, painful hit right to the guts with those words.

He had always been the strongest serpent in his region, the one who controlled the shadows and protected his family. To be told he was a liability to his own children cut deeper than any physical blade.

Weiwei sneered at him from the counter, entirely unbothered by his anger. [If you can’t even lift a shoe for your own cubs, what exactly can you do for my lady when the real enemies show up?]

Qin Mo forced his breathing to slow down, his fingers clenching into fists at his side. He stared at the cat, his intellect switching back on. "I presume that with all this you’ve been saying... this is not what you really wanted to tell me, is it? You didn’t come to me just to insult my strength."