The "Get Pregnant Just by Holding Hands" Series

Lift your skull!

Oh no, it's lifting your red veil... no, it's lifting your white veil!

When he lifted the lid slightly, Song Shuhang saw a delicate face, plain and elegant, with only very light makeup; she was a beautiful woman. Although she had a slightly heroic air about her overall appearance, there was an extremely beautiful softness between her brows, which instantly melted away her heroic spirit.

Upon seeing this face, Song Shuhang was puzzled—wasn't she any of the girls he remembered? Who was she?

Song Shuhang felt that the face seemed somewhat familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen this girl before.

Wait, could it be related to my lost memories of the 'Mysterious Island'? Or perhaps the girl I met during my four-year absence?

As Song Shuhang was thinking this, he slowly lifted the white veil... wait, something feels off.

Where's the hair?

Where is the bride's hair? The veil has been lifted all the way to her ears, yet not a single strand of her hair is visible. Shouldn't this position reveal a head of beautiful, glossy black hair?

I have a bad feeling about this.

Song Shuhang lifted the white veil a little higher. Normally, when the white veil is lifted up, it can hang on the bride's hair and trail behind her, which looks very beautiful.

But when Song Shuhang lifted it, the white veil had no hair to hold it up, and it was completely lifted off in an instant.

The next moment, a bright, bald head appeared before Song Shuhang's eyes. Coupled with the bright lights in the wedding chapel, the bald head reflected a dazzling light.

Ugh... Where's that promised jet-black, shiny hair?

Song Shuhang hurriedly grabbed the white veil and half-hung it back over the bride's head.

The beautiful bride remained calm and composed, her lips still bearing that mysterious smile.

"Let us bless this newlywed couple!" The pastor's composure was impeccable; he clapped vigorously, leading all the family and friends in the church to clap along, offering cheers and blessings.

At this moment, Song Shuhang's mind Blank, with only a bright bald head releasing 'light refraction waves' into his brain from various angles. These terrifying light waves stunned Song Shuhang.

A moment later, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

He remembered! He recalled where he had seen his 'fiancée' before.

Isn't this the 'Jiudeng' nun from Onion Lady's memory?

How could she suddenly appear in front of me and become my husband? Are you kidding me? I've only seen her once in my dreams, right? Although in Onion Lady's dream of memories, I was sexually assaulted by her along with Onion Lady.

But that was just a dream!

How did she end up marrying me? Director, who wrote this script? Drag her out and behead her! And then whip her corpse!

No, wait, let me calm down.

Could it be that I encountered her on the 'Mysterious Island'?

Because in my memory, there is a Causal Threads connecting Onion Lady to myself, Onion Lady, and her in Sky City.

And then, because I made a lifelong promise with her on the Mysterious Island?

That's very possible. Damn it, why are all my memories of the Mysterious Island gone? If they had left me even the slightest clue, I wouldn't be in such a passive position.

Song Shuhang's mind was in complete chaos.

From beginning to end, his 'fiancée'—oh, I'm wrong, she's now his 'fiancée'—didn't utter a single word in front of him.

And so, the wedding was completed.

Song Shuhang and his 'wife' entered the bridal chamber, escorted by relatives and friends—there should have been a scene of the bride and groom going out to toast guests.

However, because Song Shuhang had a history of 'dementia' for four years, all these procedures were omitted. Everyone was understanding.

Next, it's time for the wedding night?

Is this a setup for me to have sex with the bride? Will it get censored? Are regulations this strict now?

At that moment, his wife spoke softly, "Shuhang."

"Yes, I'm here," Song Shuhang replied stiffly.

"A moment of bliss in spring is worth a thousand pieces of gold, let's have a baby." His wife's face was expressionless, but her cheeks were flushed, and she looked very shy.

"This is a bit too fast, isn't it? Having a child is a life-altering matter." Song Shuhang swallowed hard. "At least let me figure out what happened in the past four years. For example, did something happen to us on the Mysterious Island? You should know that I don't have that part of my memory."

"These things aren't big problems. I have a lifetime to explain them to you. Don't say anything more. Come on, let's hold hands first." His wife took off her white wedding gloves and offered her small hand to Song Shuhang.

"Holding hands?" Song Shuhang stepped forward in confusion and took his wife's small hand in his.

"Yes, and then I can have the baby," the wife replied earnestly.

"What?" Song Shuhang looked incredulous.

"These are the current regulations. Even on our wedding night, we can't do anything. It'll be censored. At most, we can just hold hands, and after that... then we can have a baby." The wife said shyly, "By the way, I plan to have a boy first, and then a girl."

Holy crap!

Song Shuhang felt like his brain was about to explode.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, ten months have passed.

Yes, that's right... in the blink of an eye. After Song Shuhang took his wife's soft, white hand, he blinked. Then, he was already in the hospital's delivery room.

His wife lay weakly on the bed, gazing tenderly at him as he stood there in a daze.

Dad Song. and Mom Song stood to the side with exaggerated smiles on their faces.

Mom Song smiled happily, "It's a boy! The father has a boy. We have a grandson!"

"Ha, it's really not easy. Look at this child's nose, it looks just Shuhang's. And this little face, so round and cute." Dad Song gently tapped the baby's face with his large palm, not daring to actually touch the baby's skin with his fingers, for fear of hurting the child.

Song Shuhang: "..."

Holy crap!

Time continues to fly by.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang realized that his son had grown up and was now two years old. He was riding on his shoulders, calling out happily.

He stood blankly in the backyard, watching his son pick bamboo leaves. Beside him, his mysterious wife wore a serene smile.

She had grown a head of long, black hair. It wasn't long, just shoulder-length, but it was very beautiful! The long hair softened the fierceness in her face, making her features even more gentle.

"Shuhang," his serene wife said softly, "Let's hold hands again. This time, I want to give birth to a lovely girl."

Song Shuhang: "..."

Then, he resolutely reached out and firmly grasped his wife's small hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Then, he blinked his eyes forcefully and deliberately.

Yes, time flies by once again. One blink of an eye, and ten months have passed.

He appeared at the hospital again, his three-year-old son still riding on his shoulders, his adorable eyes fixed on his mother on the bed.

His wife lay weakly on the bed, a happy look on her face. "Shuhang, this time it's a daughter. Do you like her?"

Song Shuhang: "..."

Beside her, Mom Song let out a proud laugh, "Daughter, it's a daughter! I'm holding my granddaughter!"

"My granddaughter is so good, so sweet, unlike my mischievous grandson." Dad Song rubbed his hands together, carefully watching the baby in Mom Song's arms.

Holy crap!

Song Shuhang blinked hard again on his own initiative.

This time, the time span is even longer, three years.

Our six-year-old son has already gone to school, while our three-year-old daughter, dressed in pretty clothes, with her long ponytail and cute little boots, is playing in the puddles in the yard, holding a balloon in her hand.

His wife stood gently to one side, her long hair reaching her waist.

"Is it not over yet?" Song Shuhang sighed silently to himself. Although he didn't know what was going on, there was clearly something wrong with the world in front of him.

He secretly pinched himself, but this world is not a dream...

"Daddy, Daddy, are you unhappy?" At this moment, his three-year-old daughter ran over, hugged Song Shuhang's leg, and looked up, revealing her big, bright eyes.

"Huh?" Song Shuhang looked at his daughter in confusion.

"If you're unhappy, how about Xiao Miao make you smile? A smile will make you happy, right?" As she spoke, her daughter flashed a bright smile.

This is... the smile of a goddess.

Song Shuhang immediately felt completely healed.

In that instant, he felt that as long as he had such a lovely daughter and son, even if the world was full of strange places, he would still have the motivation to live!

Having a daughter is wonderful.

Song Shuhang bent down and picked up his daughter.

Just as he was about to enjoy the interaction between father and daughter and watch his daughter's adorable antics, suddenly, everything went black.

When the light returned, he found himself in a huge, familiar church.

Beside her were Mom Song and Dad Song, who looked noticeably older.

Dad Song sighed, "Time flies! In the blink of an eye, even Ren'er is getting married. It feels like just yesterday that our silly Shuhang got married."

With a sigh, Mom Song said, "Time flies! In the blink of an eye, Ren'er will almost be a mother. We'll be holding our great-grandchildren soon!"

Damn it! I was just about to enjoy some adorable interactions with my daughter, and suddenly my son is getting married! The time gap is too big! Give me back my cute daughter!

Also, there seemed to be something strange about what Dad Song said just now? Ren'er is my son, right...? Wasn't he just getting married? How come he already has a child?

That doesn't make sense!

Soon, Song Shuhang understood the answer.

After her son, Ren'er, stepped onto the red carpet, the bride, dressed in a beautiful wedding gown, appeared before them—she was pregnant and getting married!

Holy crap!

His wife gently grasped his excited hand and smiled sweetly at him. Her long hair had reached her thighs—it was so long!