Yang Chan sat on the edge of the couch, clutching the Voice Transmission Jade Talisman. Its light was dim, and it showed no sign of activity.
"No reply!"
"He actually didn't reply!"
The little tyrant's temper shot higher and higher. Counting that last message, she had sent precisely five hundred and seventy-eight voice transmissions!
Every message had vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, without so much as a splash.
"How can he be allowed to ignore my messages?" Yang Chan gritted her pearly teeth, her chest heaving with anger.
A pregnant female immortal's mood swings followed exactly the same pattern as those of mortal women, without a shred of reason. With her lover absent and his flesh and blood in her belly, she simply couldn't stop her imagination from running wild.
Yang Chan stroked her still-flat belly, her face full of grievance and her eyes reddening.
What on earth was Chen Wei doing?
Was he busy with his duties at Tongming Hall, or had her second brother intercepted him along the way and hung him upside down at the South Heaven Gate?
Or had learning he was a father made him so happy that he'd turned into a grinning idiot?
As her thoughts wandered, the worst possibility suddenly occurred to Yang Chan. "Could it be... Qingquan got scared? He knows Second Brother has a terrible temper and realizes he's caused a catastrophe that could blot out the heavens, so he's hiding in the Heavenly Court, too frightened to come to Guanjiangkou?"
Once that thought surfaced, it settled everything.
Chen Wei hadn't said a word or even shown his face, yet he had already been saddled with the blame for abandoning his wife and children.
"Chen Qingquan, you bastard!" The more Yang Chan thought about it, the angrier