Ye Xiaojing was twenty-one this year, in the bloom of youth.
Her long hair fell to her waist, and when she was not getting rough with people, she was a pretty young beauty with a British flair.
Having practiced martial arts year-round, she had a tall, toned figure, fair limbs, and balanced, beautiful muscle definition.
Yet at this moment, her reflection showed a slight bulge in her abdomen, forming a visibly rounded arc like that of a pregnant woman.
Ye Xiaojing stared expressionlessly at herself in the mirror, as though she had not noticed this abrupt change at all.
She stroked her abdomen and bathed and changed as usual, spending a full two hours washing up.
Two hours later, Ye Xiaojing emerged from the bathroom and went to her bedroom to get dressed, cleverly concealing the changes in her body beneath loose clothing.
Then, humming a tune, she went to the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began cooking noodles...
Braised eggs, ham, dried shrimp, tomatoes, greens... After tearing open one pack of noodles and dropping it into the pot, she thought for a moment and opened another.
She had clearly eaten several char siu buns earlier, yet she was still unbearably hungry.
Soon, the apartment kitchen was filled with the fragrance of noodles.
Ye Xiaojing turned off the heat, carried the pot of noodles into the living room, and ate while watching television.
Her TV screen had been divided into six sections, each playing surveillance footage at eight times speed, monitoring the area around Jiang Qian's home and its entrances and exits.
Whenever she was not by Jiang Qian's side, she used those surveillance cameras hidden along his daily routes to keep watch over his safety.
The moment she discovered anything unusual, she could spread her mantis wings and