Chapter 325: My Luck Has Always Been Excellent

The annual meeting ended successfully, but its impact was like a massive stone cast into a lake—ripples spreading ever wider across the globe. Xia Wan's awe-inspiring display of power and her speech on conviction, filtered through curated footage and reports, rapidly swept the world, triggering unprecedented attention and debate. The name "Tiankong Guardian" spread like wildfire, becoming a symbol of hope and strength, while drawing more eyes—overt and covert alike.

Inside the Base, all work, inspired by the meeting's success, accelerated. Construction of the Deep Space Mothership entered a new phase, with breakthroughs in key technologies coming in rapid succession. As for Xia Wan, after enduring the curse scandal and her debut at the annual meeting, she did not slacken for a moment; instead, she focused even more intently on deepening and elevating her own power, while beginning to engage with and study the Base's higher-tier strategic planning and interstellar knowledge.

That day, she had just finished a session discussing gravitational anomalies in the nearby Starfield with several astrophysicists and was returning to her quarters. As she crossed the corridor bridge connecting the Core Zone to the living area, she saw someone unexpected—yet entirely understandable.

It was Su Wenqian.

Compared to the earlier foggy, doting demeanor caused by "pregnancy brain," Su Wenqian now carried a far calmer aura. Her pregnant belly was clearly pronounced, yet her eyes had regained their former clarity and wisdom—though a faint, unyielding worry lingered in her brow. She stood alone by the corridor window, gazing at the simulated sunset outside, seemingly lost in thought.

"Dr. Su." Xia Wan approached and greeted softly.

Su Wenqian snapped back to awareness, saw Xia Wan, and offered a gentle smile: "Xia Wan, it's you. Just finished a meeting?"

"Mm, discussed some Observation issues in the Starfield." Xia Wan nodded, her gaze settling on Su Wenqian's swollen abdomen, her tone softening, "How have you been lately? Is the baby doing well?"

"Fine, just a bit mischievous—always kicking me." Su Wenqian smiled, rubbing her belly, but the smile quickly faded. She looked at Xia Wan, her eyes complex. "That day at the annual meeting… I watched the recording. It was brilliant. And… deeply shocking."

She paused, her voice lowering: "Sometimes, looking at you—and then at myself—I feel… we're already living in two different worlds."

Xia Wan understood Su Wenqian's feelings. Once, Su Wenqian had been the Base's top scientist, a pioneer of the unknown. Now, due to pregnancy, she had temporarily stepped away from core research, watching the "junior" she once protected—Xia Wan—grow into a figure worthy of reverence, bearing the future of civilization. Such a gap inevitably bred disorientation.

"Dr. Su, don't say that," Xia Wan said earnestly. "Your contributions to the Base and to humanity are irreplaceable. Knowledge and wisdom remain indispensable forces in confronting future crises. And…"

She looked at Su Wenqian's belly, her gaze warm: "The one you're carrying… is the future and hope of us all."

Su Wenqian's eyes flickered with emotion. She sighed softly: "I understand the logic… but seeing you all fighting desperately for that possible 'war,' while I'm stuck here… just carrying a child—it leaves a bitter taste. Sometimes I even wonder… was this child born at the wrong time?"

Her tone carried a barely perceptible guilt and unease. As a mother, she longed for her child's safety; as a scientist and warrior, she burned with anguish over being unable to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with her comrades.

Xia Wan fell silent for a moment. She remembered how, when she first awakened her power, all she'd wanted was to protect her family. She understood Su Wenqian's inner conflict completely.

"Dr. Su," Xia Wan lifted her head, her gaze clear and resolute, "do you know what Master said to me when I first awakened my power—when I couldn't even control it, and nearly hurt Nannan?"

Su Wenqian looked at her.

"He said, 'If you can't even master your own power, how will you save your father?'"

Xia Wan spoke slowly: "At that moment, I understood—the meaning of power lies in mastery, in responsibility. Now, I'd like to slightly revise that sentence and give it to you."

She looked into Su Wenqian's eyes, speaking slowly, word by word: "If you can't bring yourself to your optimal state, how will you ever protect your child? How will you teach him or her to understand this vast, dangerous world?"

Su Wenqian trembled violently—as if struck by lightning!

Of course! Her most vital "mission" now was to deliver her child safely and arrive at the moment of birth in the best possible state! The future world would never be peaceful—she, as a mother, needed a stronger heart and greater wisdom to guide and protect her child! This "rest" was not retreat—it was preparation to fulfill her dual responsibilities as mother and scholar!

The knot in her heart seemed to unravel instantly. Su Wenqian's eyes regained clarity and resolve. She looked at Xia Wan with gratitude: "Thank you, Xia Wan. You're right—I was being narrow-minded."

She gently stroked her belly, a true, released, warm smile spreading across her face: "Perhaps… this Little Fellow choosing to come to us now… is itself a stroke of luck."

At that moment, a familiar, teasing voice sounded beside them:

"Oh? What luck? Let me hear too."

Both turned. Mo Yu had appeared silently at the other end of the corridor bridge—somehow, again. He still wore his flamboyant silver-gray robe, his long hair flowing, a carefree smirk on his lips as he watched them with keen interest.

"Senior Mo Yu." Xia Wan bowed. For this enigmatic figure, seemingly an old acquaintance of Qin Feng, she maintained due respect.

Though Su Wenqian did not know Mo Yu, she sensed his unfathomable aura and his strange, yet perfectly natural, dissonance with the Base. She felt a chill and gave a slight nod in greeting.

Mo Yu strolled over, his gaze lingering for an instant on Su Wenqian's swollen belly. In his peach-blossom eyes flickered a hint of surprise—and something… playful?

"Hmm, impressive." Mo Yu rubbed his chin, circling Su Wenqian halfway, as if admiring a rare treasure. "In a place like this, at a time like this… to bear such a… spiritually rich little life. This luck…"

He turned to Su Wenqian, his smile deepening into something enigmatic: "Madam, your luck… is far from ordinary."

Su Wenqian felt uneasy under his gaze, frowning slightly: "What do you mean?"

Mo Yu did not answer directly. Instead, he asked: "Lately, haven't you been having… strange dreams? Dreams of stars shifting, of ancient songs, or… of scenes you've never seen, yet feel unbearably familiar?"

Su Wenqian's pupils shrank. Shock flashed across her face! Mo Yu was absolutely right! Since mid-pregnancy, she'd been plagued by bizarre dreams—vivid, terrifyingly real, yet fading upon waking, leaving only unease. She'd assumed it was normal pregnancy-related psychology and never told anyone!

"You… how do you know?" Su Wenqian's voice trembled.

Mo Yu chuckled softly, offering no explanation. He looked up at the simulated, yet still oppressive, "sky" beyond the corridor, his tone calm, as if seeing fate itself:

"Looks like some old bastards are finally starting to make their moves…"

He turned back to Su Wenqian, the mockery in his eyes fading, replaced by rare seriousness:

"Don't worry, Madam. This may not be bad—for you, or for the child."

"After all,"

His lips curved slightly, his voice brimming with unshakable confidence, as if stating an unalterable truth:

"My luck has always been excellent."

"The people I favor… their luck never fails."

With that, he winked at Xia Wan—and his form dissolved like ink in water, vanishing silently, leaving Xia Wan lost in thought, and Su Wenqian stunned, her heart in turmoil.

My luck has always been excellent…

This phrase felt like more than mere boasting—it felt like a… declaration? Or perhaps, a blessing touching the very fabric of fate?

Xia Wan stared at the spot where Mo Yu had vanished, then at Su Wenqian, who still cradled her belly, her eyes filled with doubt and wonder. A quiet premonition stirred within her.

The child in Dr. Su Wenqian's womb… was likely far from ordinary.

And Mo Yu's sudden reappearance, his seemingly casual yet deeply meaningful words—these hinted that a greater storm was quietly brewing, on a far vaster scale.