I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2568 - 2569: I’m Not Pregnant with a Nezha, Am I?

Chapter 2568: Chapter 2569: I’m Not Pregnant with a Nezha, Am I?

Ji Qingyan’s words made Lin Yi feel a little uncomfortable.

Because of himself, he had delayed his big brother’s affairs.

"Let’s find some time to go back and visit," Ji Qingyan said.

"It’s better not to go for now," Lin Yi replied:

"Your due date is coming up soon; you can’t just run around freely."

"I’m puzzled too. I don’t feel anything at all right now," Ji Qingyan said. "I feel more at ease than ever before."

"It goes to show that you’re in good health."

"But I hope to give birth three days later."

"Huh? Three days later?" Lin Yi was puzzled. "Is there something special about that day?"

"National Day, of course," Ji Qingyan said. "It has so much significance."

Lin Yi couldn’t help laughing, "Let’s not sweat the small stuff, as long as you and the baby are safe -- that’s what matters most."

Ji Qingyan gave a warm smile, snuggling into Lin Yi’s embrace.

"Do you think I might end up like those TV dramas where I’m pregnant with Nezha and can’t give birth no matter what?"

"Uh... we’re not that dramatic."

"Alright then." Ji Qingyan pouted and said:

"I’m so conflicted now. I want the little one to stay inside a bit longer and be born healthy and strong, but sometimes I can’t wait for him to come out sooner so I can meet him."

"You can’t rush these things; just let it happen naturally," Lin Yi comforted her.

"By the way, have you had a checkup? Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?"

"No, my mom won’t let me," Ji Qingyan said:

"She said it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as the baby is healthy."

Lin Yi nodded, feeling that modern parents don’t care much about the baby’s gender anymore.

After all, life has gotten better nowadays, unlike before when boys were valued as labor, so everyone wanted boys.

"Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed. You need to rest more now."

"Mm-hmm."

The couple turned off the lights to sleep but ended up chatting under the covers until past one in the morning.

Most of their conversation revolved around their hopes for their future life.

Compared to Lin Yi, Ji Qingyan seemed more like the elder sibling, while Liang Ruoxu came across more like the mother.

The next morning, Lin Yi slept in until around eight, and Ji Qingyan woke up almost the same time as him, before washing up and eating breakfast.

"Do you have plans today?"

While eating, Ji Qingyan asked.

"We need to find time to get the marriage certificate; otherwise, we won’t be able to register the baby."

The marriage certificate matter was something Lin Yi had pre-arranged.

After all, in his own territory, he called the shots.

"Alright, that works."

Ji Qingyan seemed calm, but she was inwardly excited.

This feeling was no different from Liang Ruoxu’s.

Even though she was about to become a mother and transition into a married woman’s life, without the certificate, she felt it hadn’t officially settled.

Getting the certificate would be different—it marked an emotional shift that was unrelated to age or appearance.

"When shall we go?"

"I’ll make a phone call to arrange it later. First, we’ll find a place to take some photos, then we can go pick up the certificate."

"Then I’ll go do my makeup."

"You can get your makeup done at the photo studio, so you don’t have to bother yourself."

Ji Qingyan wrinkled her tiny nose in defiance, proudly saying:

"They never make me look good; I’d rather do it myself."

Lin Yi couldn’t help laughing, "Alright, then go ahead and do it on your own."

Screech—

At that moment, the sound of sudden brakes came from outside.

Lin Yi looked up to see Qin Han and two others stepping out of the car.

"Hey, enjoying your meal?"

"Come on in," Lin Yi greeted.

Seeing Qin Han and his group arrive, Song Minghui welcomed them warmly.

"Come in and have a bite with us."

"We’ve already eaten breakfast, just came by out of boredom to check in."

"Alright then, I’ll bring out some fruit for you."

"Auntie Song, don’t fuss over us. We’re not strangers, don’t worry about it."

Song Minghui chuckled, "Alright then, suit yourselves."

Qin Han nodded with a grin, picking up an apple from the table and biting into it.

"What plans do you have for today?"

"Planning to go get the marriage certificate, otherwise we won’t be able to register the baby."

"We’ll come along with you. We’ve got nothing else to do anyway."

"Works for me." Lin Yi set down his utensils and said:

"She’s putting on makeup right now, but I need to head out for some business. You can come with me."

"Let’s go."

Qin Han and his mates didn’t have anything urgent to do.

They just hadn’t seen Lin Yi in a long time, so now that he was back, they wanted to spend more time with him.

After making sure everything was arranged, Lin Yi made a call to the local civil affairs bureau leadership, requesting the marriage certificate process to be set up, or otherwise it wouldn’t be possible to obtain it.

Taking advantage of Ji Qingyan’s makeup preparations, the group stepped out of the house and headed to the villa area’s property management office.

Since the meal yesterday, the bouquet of white roses had been troubling Lin Yi.

At such a sensitive time, Lin Yi couldn’t overlook anything.

Ji Qingyan’s house wasn’t far from the property management office, just a few hundred meters away—a two-minute drive.

"Hello, sir," the receptionist at the desk greeted them. "How may I assist you today?"

"I’m a villa owner here. I’d like to review some surveillance footage."

"Did something get stolen from your home?"

"No, I just want to check the surveillance footage."

"I’m afraid that won’t be possible," the young woman at the desk replied:

"According to regulations, it must be accompanied by police verification or authorization. Without these, we aren’t permitted to provide surveillance access to protect residents’ privacy."

The receptionist was polite, the reason being that Lin Yi was very handsome.

If it were someone else, she would’ve outright refused.

"Is it really necessary to be so cumbersome just to check surveillance?" Liang Jinming grumbled impatiently.

Faced with Liang Jinming’s attitude, the receptionist seemed somewhat intimidated.

"It’s... it’s the policy; I really don’t have the authority."

"Forget the rules, just pull up the footage! We’ve got other matters to attend to later; don’t waste our time!" Liang Jinming urged.

"Tone it down—you’re scaring her."

Lin Yi then turned to the receptionist with a gentle smile and said:

"Could you please make an exception?"

"Well..."

The receptionist hesitated to reject him outright, saying:

"Please wait a moment. I’ll ask the manager and see if she can make an exception."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

Lin Yi wasn’t too hurried and patiently waited downstairs.

He understood such policies as most luxury communities adhered to these rules, though his Jiuzhou Pavilion didn’t—because it was his own property.

After two or three minutes, the sound of high heels clicking could be heard from the stairwell.

Soon, a woman in a black suit emerged alongside the young receptionist.

The woman looked to be around thirty years old, with outstanding figure and appearance, though she carried a cold and distant aura.

The woman’s name was Song Jiajia, the property manager for the villa area.

When Song Jiajia saw Lin Yi, she felt speechless—her cousin must have been charmed by his looks, hence why she hadn’t rejected him outright.

"Hello, what exactly would you like to check?"

Standing before Lin Yi, Song Jiajia asked.

"It feels like a stranger might’ve visited my house. I’d like to review the surveillance footage."

"Did anything get stolen from your home?"

"No."

"I’m terribly sorry. As per policy, we cannot allow access to surveillance. I hope you understand."

"Why are you also being so rigid about this? We live here, isn’t it clear we wouldn’t do anything improper?"

Song Jiajia glanced at Liang Jinming with a stronger presence than the young receptionist, countering firmly:

"It’s a policy decided by the system, not up to me, and people can be deceptive. Who knows what kind of person you really are?"

The young receptionist frowned and leaned closer to Song Jiajia, whispering:

"Cousin, you’re being too harsh. Even to an attractive guy."

Song Jiajia couldn’t help but sigh, "You need to remember your job. Now’s not the time to be smitten!"

"Oh, got it."

The receptionist showed a look of resignation, indicating Lin Yi would need to find his own way.

"I have other credentials with me; would that help?" Lin Yi asked reluctantly.

"What credentials?"

"This is my officer ID—will that work?"

Seeing the ID Lin Yi revealed, Song Jiajia was notably surprised. She hadn’t expected Lin Yi to have this kind of identity.

"An officer ID won’t suffice. Without police presence, surveillance footage is inaccessible. You’ll need to leave."

Song Jiajia’s demeanor remained firm, without room for negotiation.

"Uh... then I am the police."