Chapter 440: My son is the younger brother

Di Jin almost couldn't hold back and gasped, then immediately scooped the person up in a horizontal hold, but vanished right before everyone's eyes!

Jiu Li was still going "oh ho," saying, "We can't watch the live stream anymore～

"Watch that mouth, say two less lines!" Yu Jia scolded.

Jiu Li scratched his head, "All right, that's great! This really came at the perfect time～

Most importantly, "Little Infant doesn't have to self‑destruct anymore—I can happily beat up Little Infant again！"

Jiu Ying: "……Can you just be a proper, good iron‑eating beast?"

"No way!" Jiu Li put hands on hips, "I want to be a mutant iron‑eating beast!"

Proper! You can't deal with that perverted freak Lin Jun!

Isn't this just because it and Jia Jia are too proper? So only the already mutated Little White and Little Infant can go up?

Next time, humph～

Jiu Li was puffing with anger!

Next time it'll definitely be able to!

"Pah!"

Better not!

No danger encountered!

Why self‑destruct at all!

Being alive is great～

"What's wrong with A Li?"

Shen Kuo and Zhong Minglan's simultaneous inquiry drew everyone's attention around them.

Actually, Battle Mother Ji Yun was also asking Ji Zhongwen, but he said nothing.

In this situation, whatever he said wouldn't be appropriate.

Yu Jia's reply was spot‑on: "Those hit with the Undying Love Curse must unite with their deeply beloved partner, or their bodies will explode. The caster is vicious—not only does he want A Li dead, he wants the Ji Clan to bear full responsibility."

Battle Mother Ji Yun's face went black: "Another of Lin Jun's curses?"

"Otherwise, who could trap this seat?" Yu Jia countered.

Having shrunk back into a fluffy little yellow chick, she had Little White, Jiu Ying, and Jiu Li holding her standing behind her.

Such a lineup—that's authority.

No one can refute it! It's impossible to refute.

Zhong Minglan, however, was worried: "Then now—

"Don't worry, don't worry~" Jiu Li patted his chest, "A Li's favorite childhood husband is here—what could go wrong

Zhong Minglan also thought, the young couple's feelings—she and Shen Kuo, especially Shen Kuo, have witnessed them all along.

If Di Jin weren't a thing, or if Shen Qingli had the slightest reluctance, Shen Kuo would have kicked him out long ago—how could he let him marry into the Shen Clan?

Shen Duo and Shen Qinghuang also nodded in unison, yet unconsciously looked up to the heavens, toward the awe‑inspiring, terrifyingly overbearing Candle Marshal.

Only the Candle Monster itself knows it's not doing well……

Its old bones are falling apart! It's desperately trying to reassemble, so it actually daren't move—it can only just "hang" there in the sky.

This makes people worship and submit to it even more—just look, it's strong and aloof, right?

But the Shen family looks at it not because it's handsome, but because they all think Di Jin is carrying Shen Qingli onto its back.

But no, Di Jin couldn't let the Candle Monster eavesdrop. He held Shen Qingli and had already fallen into a spirit‑energy‑rich mountain forest, casually setting up a seal and entering seclusion mode.

"Goo~"

Little Xiao Li was overjoyed back then!

Little Star had already "abandoned" it and gone off to the Elemental Spirit Realm.

Thus Di Jin finally sensed the Little Cub truly and clearly.

His long, pale hand had already covered Shen Qingli's lower abdomen, feeling a vibrant life force.

Almost at the instant of sensing, he could hear that tender infant voice, "Dad! Dad! Dad~"

That voice, even before he woke, kept noisily chattering nonstop—really, this little one~

"Be good." Di Jin exhaled a soothing aura—this fuss would make his sister worry, and he had no spare attention to deal with it.

The Little Cub, however, was obedient and immediately settled down—probably also worn out from the fuss—and, having received his father's soothing aura, peacefully sank into sleep and rest.

And Shen Qingli, Di Jin naturally couldn't keep letting her suffer.

Given her current state, even if she started right now, she'd burst apart midway.

Therefore, as he lifted her, Di Jin used absolute overwhelming force to suppress the surging love curse inside her.

Although it couldn't directly lift the curse, it was enough to let Shen Qingli ease.

It also allowed her to gradually recover from her confused state……

But she suddenly… stopped moving.

When Di Jin lifted his gaze from her abdomen to her face, he saw drooping dense feathered eyelashes and his wife‑sister Shen Qingli resting quietly in his arms.

On her porcelain‑white, clear face lingered a flush from the love curse, enhancing her charm, prompting Di Jin to involuntarily caress her cheek.

Shen Qingli's eyelashes fluttered lightly~

Like a lotus barely able to withstand teasing, it trembled.

Thus the dew on the lotus trembled drop by drop, looking ever more delicate and eye‑catching.

Di Jin couldn't hold back, already kissing her lashes that plucked his heartstrings, making Shen Qingli tremble uncontrollably!

Love Curse!

It made her noticeably more sensitive than before!

Di Jin kissed her more and more affectionately on her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and the tip of her nose,

But just as he was about to kiss her lips, he encountered an obstruction.

She covered his lips……

Di Jin stopped, already holding her hand, his voice hoarse, "Older sister—"

That "older sister" was actually a coquettish, slightly aggrieved call, meant to make the older sister soften and give him everything.

But hearing it now, Shen Qingli trembled all over even more violently! She opened her mouth several times, yet no sound came out,

But Di Jin, because of her abnormal reaction, finally realized the point and was about to explain first,

However, Shen Qingli still spoke first, "Is the child in my womb yours?"

After asking, she finally lifted her gaze to meet Di Jin's eyes—clear and deep, yet with something that made Di Jin a little uneasy.

"I—"

"Just answer directly—yes or no?"

"Yes."

Di Jin always obediently answers her when she's in front of him.

But this answer was enough to shatter Shen Qingli's worldview!

She actually had a child with her younger brother!?

Almost instinctively, she wanted to make the child disappear.

But the little Xiao Li, who seemed to have turned over in her sleep, sent a ripple that forced Shen Qingli's maternal instinct to restrain that impulse.

This is her child, such a healthy, lively little life, her baby, she couldn't bear to……

"We are not blood siblings!" Di Jin had to make it clear, "I am your husband; we wed in the presence of our parents, our uncle and elder brothers, and so on. Although—"

"I know." Shen Qingli interrupted his explanation.

"You—

"I've remembered."

Shen Qingli really had remembered.

When she had just regained consciousness, and when she saw Di Jin gently stroking her belly to soothe the little one, she remembered.

The faces in those blurry images all became clear—this very face before her, this face as if carved by supernatural craftsmanship.

And the A-jin younger brother who possesses this face also has an aura that makes her instinctively draw close and unconsciously rely on.

These, are not what Ji Zhongwen possesses.

So, Ji Zhongwen is indeed not her husband.

A-jin, is.

But, he is her younger brother!

In this life they are indeed not blood-related, but if we count the previous life, they were!

How could they?

And they even had a child?

Shen Qingli couldn't accept it……

Di Jin keenly sensed her emotions were off, "You really remembered? You definitely didn't—I'm telling you, my dead father's test before Tai Qing was a vicious scheme! It's not real."

Shen Qingli didn't speak; in fact, the surge of emotion that Di Jin had just suppressed was already showing signs of returning, she felt a little hot, and instinctively wanted to push Di Jin away.

Before, not knowing was fine, but now that we know, it's not allowed—

But how could Di Jin possibly let go? Not only does he not let go—

He still grips the face she tries to turn away, presses his forehead to hers, and says steadily, "Li'er, trust me, we really aren't—

"I—" As Shen Qingli opened her mouth, what came out was already a soft gasp, and she began to feel uncomfortable again.

Instinct made her already lean toward Di Jin, but reason made her resist; she still wanted to push him away……

But Di Jin had already lowered his lips, kissing her lips, sealing those warm yet soft and fragrant lips, the very lips he had long yearned for.

"Pa!"

A slap!

Also struck from Shen Qingli's hand!

Directly slapping his still-pale jade face.