Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

"So let's lay down three rules. Normally, you must return control of the body to him, otherwise, having a rough guy with a woman's voice every day, I can't help but want to perform an exorcism!"

Upon hearing Song Yun's words, Huang Baoding blinked his eyes as if to plead innocence.

"Did you understand?"

Song Yun's mood grew increasingly impatient, which was understandable given the circumstances.

"Got it, got it!"

"Then why aren't you getting back in there!"

Song Yun furrowed his brows, and Huang Baoding rolled his eyes and shuddered all over. When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with terror.

"Boss..."

"Ah, you must have heard our conversation just now. As you know, this is just a temporary solution; there's no other way. Just bear with it, and it'll be over soon."

Song Yun patted Huang Baoding on the shoulder, trying to be consoling, "How do you feel now?"

"Not too bad... I was beaten pretty badly at the time, but somehow my recovery has been several times faster than before. Now I can walk around normally."

Huang Baoding's words plunged Song Yun into deep thought; it seemed that the "Spiritual Body" inside the other person was deeply connected.

"So do you want to continue staying at the hospital, or...?"

Huang Baoding shook his head frantically like a rattle drum. He had been a modern man who didn't believe in ghosts and deities, but everything that had happened to him was a constant reminder that the world was not so simple!

Therefore, he didn't want to stay in the hospital, a place associated with heavy yin energy, for a moment longer!

"Alright... then you might as well come home with me."

When Song Yun had arrived, he was alone, but on the way back, he was accompanied by Huang Baoding, who was a case of dual souls in one body.

Upon returning to the Hua Shou Villa, Song Bu was fascinated by Huang Baoding; he could hardly believe such things were real!

"Little Huang, right? Hello, I'm Song Yun's father, Song Bu. Regarding the situation inside your body..."

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"Actually, I'm a biological scientist, and I'd like to approach this matter from a more scientific perspective... Hey, hey, hey, don't go!"

Huang Baoding was so scared he was almost in tears. Was this the kind of biological scientist from the movies who, at the drop of a hat, would want to slice and study you?

He wasn't ready to die; he hadn't even gotten married yet. How could he be cut down in the prime of his life!

"This is truly fascinating."

As Huang Baoding walked away, Song Bu stroked his chin and muttered, "Dual souls in one body... must be cautious!"

In the afternoon, the team hired to take care of Ye Qingqing arrived, totaling six women.

These women didn't fit Song Yun's expectation of them being in their fifties or sixties; on the contrary, they were young and beautiful, all around 25 years of age.

Not only that, but they were also responsible for looking after their employers at home and were ready for combat anywhere, any time—after all, they all had legal firearms permits!

"Hello, Mr. Song. We recommend that, for the first three months of pregnancy, it's best not to share a bed with your wife."

The team leader, named Yang Yingying, was very attractive and cool, but contrary to her demeanor was her explosive figure, which in a maid's outfit was almost criminally tempting!

"Isn't that kind of inconvenient, my wife can't sleep without me..."

Song Yun was well aware of the purpose behind this suggestion, but having a young girl bring it up to his face was a bit embarrassing.

"This is for the sake of the lady's well-being, but if you must sleep in the same room, I hope you can control your behavior. It's not just for the lady's health, but also for the child in her belly."

"Okay..."

No sooner had these nannies arrived than they took over the guest rooms surrounding Song Yun's bedroom, ready to appear before their employer at a moment's notice in case of emergency.

Huang Baoding was deeply hurt since his room had been commandeered. As the former personal bodyguard of the old master Ouyang Shu, he now found himself outranked by a group of women—alas, such is life and fate!

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But to tell the truth, these women still look...um, pretty impressive!

Just as this thought crossed his mind, a woman's voice emerged out of nowhere: "Hey mister, can the thoughts inside your head be a little healthier? We're sharing a body now, and I can sense everything you're thinking!"

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

Huang Baoding's heart thumped wildly, embarrassed to have his little secrets discovered!

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The next morning.

Song Yun lay flat on his back, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling, his mind full of last night's nightmare!

In the dream, Ye Qingqing was parasitized by someone from a hidden, powerful family, and then, at a critical moment, she stabbed him in the chest...

The scene was so real that he could still feel a dull pain in his chest now!

Song Yun instinctively tightened his arms. Huh??? Holy crap! Where's my wife?!!!

Ye Qingqing was usually the sleepiest and had never woken up before him—where was she now?!!!

He threw on some clothes casually and ran downstairs without even bothering to put on slippers.

As soon as he reached the first floor, he saw six women relaxing Ye Qingqing's body. Looking at his wife's sweaty, pretty face, it seemed like she had just done some exercise.

"What's this?"

"Husband, you're awake!" Ye Qingqing casually wiped the sweat from her forehead and ran up to hug Song Yun, but just as they were about to make contact, they were stopped by Yang Yingying.

"Captain Yang, can't even a hug between husband and wife happen now?"

Song Yun's tone was somewhat unfriendly.

Yang Yingying replied with a cold expression: "Madam has a small baby in her belly. If it is subjected to strong external pressure, there's a high risk of miscarriage."

"..."

Using the little one inside his wife's belly to talk him down, Song Yun had to concede defeat.

"You look exhausted. Is it very tough?"

Song Yun tenderly dabbed Ye Qingqing's sweat away with a towel.

Ye Qingqing shook her head and said cutely, "We were just doing yoga to make childbirth less painful later on. It feels very effective! It's only been half an hour, and the usual stiffness and soreness in my neck muscles are gone~"

"Heh, go freshen up; I'll make breakfast."

As soon as Song Yun spoke, Yang Yingying rejected the idea again: "Our team includes a professional nutritionist who has planned all three meals of the day for madam. We'll prepare them ourselves, so there's no need for Mr. Song to trouble himself."

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F***!

Is this the delightful way wealthy people have children?

So, you mean I just spend the money and don't worry about anything, just wait to hold the baby after ten months?

Where's my sense of involvement then!

"Son, daughter-in-law, good morning."

Song Bu greeted them with a yawn as he came downstairs.

Song Yun went forward and recounted everything that had happened. Song Bu looked at his son's complaining expression with amusement.

He asked in a low voice, "You're not unaware of exactly what kind of people I've hired to attend to Qingqing, are you?"

"Not aware... I just feel like they're very formidable..."

"...Son, just remember, when the First Ladies, both domestic and international, were pregnant, they hired teams from their company, and that's all you need to know."

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