207: Chapter 207 Jiang Chen: I'm going to be a dad? My hands are shaking a little.

Moon Base, intensive care unit.

In this luxury sterile room, which cost tens of millions of dollars and was equipped with the most advanced life support system, there was currently an extremely discordant, crisp clinking sound of glass echoing.

"Ding, dang..."

Jiang Chen sat by the hospital bed, holding a transparent glass water cup with both hands, his eyes fixed on the ripples on the water's surface. These hands of steel, which had once crushed high-voltage cables with bare hands and steadily gripped the launch button of a star-destroyer cannon, were now trembling violently at a frequency visible to the naked eye.

The warm water in the cup kept splashing out due to the violent shaking of his hands, spilling onto his expensive custom-made shirt and dripping down the hem onto the anti-static floor, creating little splashes.

He wanted to hand the cup over, but his hands simply wouldn't obey.

"Jiang Chen, has your Parkinson's flared up early?" Academician Chen Shuyin leaned against the soft temperature-controlled pillow, looking at the man whose hands were shaking like a sieve before her. On her originally pale and weak cheeks, an extremely bright smile couldn't help but bloom.

She had never seen Jiang Chen like this.

In her impression, this man was always a cynical bastard who treated the sky falling as a blanket to cover himself. He dared to laugh in the face of Eagle Nation's nuclear submarines, he dared to charge at the alien Machina Legion, and even when doing those outrageous things at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, his heartbeat never missed a beat.

But now, just because of a lab report that said "HCG high," this world-renowned technology hegemon couldn't even hold a cup of water steady.

"Old Chen, don't laugh... I'm really a bit dazed."

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, simply slammed the water cup onto the bedside table, and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, trying to clear his head. He looked at Academician Chen Shuyin's still-flat lower abdomen, his eyes filled with disbelief and awe, as if what was inside wasn't a small embryo, but an anti-matter bomb about to explode.

"I'm only twenty-one years old, damn it!"

Jiang Chen stood up abruptly, pacing back and forth in front of the hospital bed like a headless fly, his voice cracking from excessive excitement:

"I'm still a young man who hasn't had enough fun; how can I suddenly be a dad? How do I change diapers? How do I mix formula? This is much harder than hand-crafting a Lithography Machine, okay! What if I take him out to play later and accidentally leave him in the Wasteland as a local specialty?"

Watching his incoherent, helpless, silly appearance, the softest string in Academician Chen Shuyin's heart was plucked hard.

As a top scientist who only believed in data and logic, she originally had no interest in the "inefficient biological behavior" of breeding offspring. But at this moment, looking at the man in front of her who was panicking for her and for their shared bloodline, she suddenly felt that all those cold physical formulas combined were not as warm as his babbling at this moment.

"Alright, stop spinning; you're making me dizzy."

Academician Chen Shuyin stretched out her fair hand and gently tugged at the hem of Jiang Chen's shirt, her voice so soft it seemed like it could drip water: "You can carry the future of all humanity, so are you afraid you can't raise a child? Besides, isn't there me? I will use the most scientific data model to formulate a perfect growth plan for him."

Jiang Chen stopped his steps and held Academician Chen Shuyin's hand tightly in return.

He sat on the edge of the bed, avoiding her abdomen, and leaned over carefully, gently resting his head on Academician Chen Shuyin's shoulder. In this absolutely safe Moon Base, he shed all his defenses and disguises.

"Old Chen, thank you."

Jiang Chen's voice was low and hoarse, his warm breath spraying into the crook of Academician Chen Shuyin's neck, "Although I'm a bit panicked, honestly... this feeling is really, really great."

He suddenly raised his head, and in those pitch-black eyes, the wild light of looking down on the world reignited. At that moment, the terrifying aura of the Wasteland Father God and the Earth Hegemon merged perfectly in him.

"Isn't it just a child? My, Jiang Chen's, seed—once born, it must have the top configuration in the universe!"

Jiang Chen waved his big hand, pointing at the vast sea of stars outside the window, and began to paint a grand picture with great ambition:

"When he is born, this little place called Earth will be left for him as a backyard! That resource star in Centaurus will be his full-month gift!"

"If he likes shiny things, I'll fly the 'luan bird' over, go to the Kuiper Belt, and catch a few pure gold asteroids for him to play with like marbles! If he wants to keep a pet, I'll go capture the mother bug of that 'The Sweepers' civilization alive, pull its teeth, and use it as his mount! Let's see who in this universe dares to mess with Jiang Chen's cub!"

If an outsider heard this, they would probably think a lunatic was having an episode. But Academician Chen Shuyin knew that if this man said it, he would definitely do it. He used the trashiest nouveau riche quotes to make a promise of the highest standard for a civilization.

"You're just spoiling him." Academician Chen Shuyin rolled her eyes at him affectionately, but her fingers gently intertwined into his short hair, "By the way, since it's already confirmed, shouldn't we think of a name for the child? We need to prepare names for both a boy and a girl."

"A name?"

Mentioning this, Jiang Chen's eyes lit up instantly, as if he had touched upon his field of expertise. He slapped his thigh, excitedly leaned in front of Academician Chen Shuyin, his face full of the confidence of "I am a naming genius":

"I've already thought about this! In our hometown, there's a saying: the cheaper the name, the easier the child is to raise. We have an Interstellar Crown Prince here; his fate is too hard, so we must use a grounded name to suppress it!"

A very ominous premonition suddenly welled up in Academician Chen Shuyin's heart, and she looked at Jiang Chen vigilantly: "You... what do you plan to call him?"

"If it's a boy, we'll call him Unborn!"

Jiang Chen patted his chest and explained seriously: "Unborn, Unborn—just hearing it sounds powerful! This implies that in the future, he will be able to smash the heads of all interstellar enemies like a giant hammer! This name is full of the aesthetic of industrial heavy metal; how domineering!"

Academician Chen Shuyin's smile froze on her face, and her blood pressure began to skyrocket uncontrollably.

Unborn?

The eldest son of the Dragon Kingdom's highest technology consultant and Interstellar Fleet Commander, and you, damn it, want to call him Unborn?! If the child grows up and goes to interstellar kindergarten, won't he be laughed to death by those alien classmates!

"Then what if it's a girl?" Academician Chen Shuyin bit her back molars, resisting the urge to pull out a scalpel, and squeezed a few words through her teeth.

"For a girl, it must be cuter." Jiang Chen was completely unaware and was still frantically outputting his straight-male aesthetic, "Then let's call her Jiang Ergou! Cheap names are easy to raise, and just hearing it sounds lively and active. Or Jiang Cuihua works too; there's a kind of pastoral poetry of returning to simplicity..."

"Jiang Chen!!!"

Academician Chen Shuyin completely lost it.

All reason, all scientific literacy—it was all eaten by dogs. She grabbed the cotton pillow from the head of the bed and smashed it at Jiang Chen's head, letting out a hysterical roar:

"Get lost! Don't even think about naming the child in this lifetime! If you dare to write 'Unborn' on the birth certificate, I dare to dismantle your Anti-gravity Engine and stuff it into your nostrils!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't use violence! Pregnant women shouldn't get angry! How about Jiang Tie-zhu? Tie-zhu is also quite hardcore, right!" Jiang Chen held his head and scurried around the ward, still unwilling to give up and trying to bargain, which caused Zhao Gang outside the door to cover his mouth and giggle, his shoulders shaking.

The ward was filled with long-lost, lively laughter.

Warm, sweet, as if all interstellar crises had faded away at this moment.

However.

The gears of fate often like to jam you hard when people are at their most complacent.

Just as Jiang Chen had coaxed Academician Chen Shuyin and was preparing to shamelessly lean in for a kiss.

"Buzz—buzz—buzz—!!!"

A vibration sound, extremely shrill and carrying a special encrypted frequency, suddenly exploded from the inner pocket of Jiang Chen's clothing. The frequency of the vibration was extremely high, even carrying a scorching burning sensation, passing directly through his skin to his central nervous system.

Jiang Chen's smile instantly froze on his face, and the hand he had just extended stopped stiffly in mid-air.

It was that cross-plane exclusive communicator!

Moreover, this frequency of vibration was not a normal voice message, nor was it a daily text report. This was the highest level—[Forced Cross-Plane Holographic Intervention Request]!

On this side of Earth, besides himself, only one person had this authority!

"What's wrong?" Academician Chen Shuyin keenly sensed Jiang Chen's abnormality, her brows slightly furrowed, "Are the alien scouts back?"

"It's not the aliens..."

Jiang Chen swallowed his dry saliva and stiffly took out the phone that was flashing with blinding red light. On the screen, the avatar representing the Wasteland Empress Jiang Wanqiu was currently exuding a terrifying killing intent that felt like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

What was even more fatal was that a summary of bullet screen keywords captured by the system popped up at the bottom of the screen:

[Detected that the Wasteland Plane has received public signals from Earth's Internet...]

[Trending search terms 'God Jiang has an heir', 'Academician Chen is pregnant' have completed cross-plane translation and been delivered to the Dawn City Imperial Palace.]

[Target individual 'Jiang Wanqiu' current emotional value: Absolute Rampage! Corruption progress: 100%!]

It's over.

Jiang Chen only felt his vision go black, feeling that the originally safe lunar dome above his head was about to collapse.

That yandere empress who had possessiveness carved into her bones and had just destroyed a country.

She knows!