Gu Sheng, if he were indifferent to his child, even if the child were still in the womb, he wouldn't deserve to be the domineering CEO male lead of a "running away with the ball melodramatic romance novel".
He quickly called back, but Elizabeth rejected it.
She would only send messages, but she was "kind" enough to send the prenatal check-up results.
Calculating the time, Gu Sheng could basically confirm that Elizabeth was carrying his child. So from this moment on, he was truly smitten.
Just a while ago, he had specifically reminded his father and sister to be wary of Elizabeth and Mr. Zhang joining forces to cause trouble. He had been extremely vigilant towards these two, so even when he was smitten, he wouldn't fail to realize that Elizabeth was using the child in her womb to threaten him. And it was likely that... after their cooperation failed, they resorted to this last resort.
He took several deep breaths to calm himself: This meant they couldn't do anything to his father, and even failed to deal with his sister, so they could only fall back to using him.
When Gu Sheng realized this, he felt a little uncomfortable.
Although his heart was still turbulent, he managed to ask Elizabeth as calmly as possible, "So, what do you want?"
Elizabeth replied, "You know what I want. We can communicate well and make a deal that satisfies everyone, right?"
To put it bluntly, it was to exchange his father's... blueprints for his child.
It was estimated that Elizabeth didn't want to exchange herself for another person, but thinking about it, it was completely impossible. How could a little being still forming in the womb be weighed against a star of technology in his prime.
Gu Sheng was very clear. He wanted the child, but Elizabeth certainly also wanted to avoid a complete breakdown in negotiations with him.
So he and Elizabeth engaged in pretense for an entire night, without reaching any agreement. They didn't even discuss when to talk again.
When Elizabeth stopped responding, Gu Sheng, annoyed, smashed his phone.
However, as a child of fortune whose fate was not yet exhausted, apart from an unusual obsession with his child, his performance in other areas was above average. For example, he turned to his father without hesitation to report the situation.
It was already two-thirty in the morning. Qin Jingzhou and Ling Jing were indeed awake, but they had just said goodnight to Chief Wang and his team and were preparing to rest—it must be said that as cultivators, they could go a long time without sleep, but their bodies were those of ordinary people. If their bodies weren't taken care of, they could truly die again.
After Qin Jingzhou and Ling Jing read Gu Sheng's long message face-to-face, Ling Jing leaned on Qin Jingzhou's shoulder and laughed, "Gu Sheng really hit the nail on the head. To be fair, he's quite human, and I'm quite gratified. As a child of fortune, he can't be entirely blamed for his insufficient strength and being disliked by the world's will."
Qin Jingzhou also laughed, "I still find him somewhat annoying, but he's not entirely without merit."
They replied directly to Gu Sheng, their meaning clear: they would intervene regarding the child's return, but not now.
As for how Gu Sheng felt upon receiving the reply, they truly didn't care.
Soon, Gu Sheng demonstrated in person the behavior of a male lead in a "running away with the ball romance novel." He asked, "Dad, don't you care about your grandson? Even if I don't take your surname?"
Ling Jing pondered Gu Sheng's thoughts, "Although this question sounds like an accusation, he's probably trying to act cute... it's just that you don't fall for it."
Qin Jingzhou said, "Indeed. In his desperation, he's speaking without thinking." Then he replied to Gu Sheng, "I don't even care about you, let alone your unborn child."
He and Ling Jing chatted for a few more sentences, and then they went to rest, regardless of whether Gu Sheng would be tossing and turning because of it.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Chief Wang sent a message, "Have you rested well? Are you up? Have you eaten breakfast?"
Believe it or not, the whole family was sitting around the dining table eating breakfast. Qin Jingzhou replied, "You can come," and continued eating breakfast.
Gu Zhiyuan, who had been beaten by the kidnappers yesterday, had multiple bruises and swelling, along with soft tissue contusions. These minor injuries couldn't extinguish his passion for baking pastries.
To be able to eat freshly baked, perfect little pastries right after waking up, especially for Ling Jing and Mi Xiaoxiao, who loved sweets, put them in a great mood.
Qin Jingzhou even praised, "Much better than my son."
Gu Zhiyuan smiled shyly.
He thought to himself: Dad is right. Diligently and tirelessly working for his father-in-law, it will surely increase his father-in-law's favorability!
Mi Xiaoxiao, of course, wouldn't dare to be presumptuous with her father. Under the table, she held her childhood friend's hand.
Gu Zhiyuan burst into a smile with dimples forming again.
Half an hour after breakfast, Chief Wang, who was punctual to the minute, arrived... This time, it wasn't just him and his subordinates, but also a distinguished figure who often appeared on television, an elder in charge of technology.
Qin Jingzhou and Ling Jing were not surprised at all. It would be strange if the mechanical spiders, which only appeared in science fiction movies, came to reality and the elders didn't inquire or meet them personally.
However, Mi Xiaoxiao and Gu Zhiyuan, the two children, were very excited.
After the elder exchanged pleasantries, Qin Jingzhou proactively asked, "Want to see it for yourself? Or try it out personally? Then arrange a hangar for me."
The elder smiled kindly.
He had come for this very purpose. And based on reports from multiple people and his own interactions, Professor Mi indeed had the typical personality of a technical genius: simple, direct, and disliked beating around the bush or wasting time.
Ten minutes later, Qin Jingzhou's family was already in a car heading to the hangar in the suburbs of the capital... provided by the military, so there was no need to worry about confidentiality or security.
When the elder, his secretary, the accompanying experts, and the leaders who were there to accompany them saw tens of thousands of small robots neatly emerge from their equipment cases and assemble into a mechanical spider about six meters tall and over ten meters wide and long, as seen in the video...
A more emotional expert, after a brief moment of stunned silence, burst into tears.
Qin Jingzhou, understanding their feelings, gave everyone some time to process before calmly removing four fingertip-sized sensing chips from behind his ear, placing them in his palm, and extending them to the elder whose eyes were shining, "Wouldn't you like to experience it yourself?"
The elder asked the question on everyone's mind, "Can ordinary people use it?"
Qin Jingzhou smiled, "I'm also an ordinary person."
The elder couldn't help but joke, "Then I'll take you at your word."
The old man followed Qin Jingzhou's instructions, placing the four sensing chips behind his ears. The moment the chips were attached, he entered an indescribable state. Then he tried to make the mechanical spider take a step forward... The pure black behemoth actually took a small step forward. Simple movements like sidestepping and jumping backward were also successful.
Before the old man could feel surprised, a wave of dizziness washed over his mind, similar to the feeling of overusing his brain.
He compared it and felt that controlling a mecha was about as difficult as flying a plane.
He had a good grasp of controlling the mechanical spider for simple actions: calling this thing a mecha was perfectly accurate! He reluctantly removed the sensing chips from behind his ears, "What a shame. This old man has no talent for controlling mechas."
Qin Jingzhou smiled and corrected him, "No, you do. Your first attempt at controlling the mechanical spider to move steadily is a sign of talent."
The elder laughed heartily, "If I were twenty years younger, I would definitely abandon everything and strive for the qualification to control a mecha."
The elder was in his early sixties. Twenty years younger would make him about the same age as the original host.
Qin Jingzhou took back the sensing chips and waved to the expert whose face was flushed with excitement, "It's your turn. Are you willing to come and try?"
How could he refuse?
Seeing the young man, who was only in his early thirties, look at his superior, his superior quickly waved his hand: Go ahead! What are you hesitating about!
The young man rushed forward.
This young man's performance was similar to the elder's. When he tried to unfold the anti-impact panels installed on the front legs, the mechanical spider remained motionless.
From the four chips behind his ears, a crisp "beep" sounded. He turned pale with shock: I didn't... break it, did I!
Qin Jingzhou smiled, "Did you hear that beep?"
Ling Jing crossed his arms and said, "That's the most common error message for the mechanical spider. It's out of power."
Qin Jingzhou chimed in, "Compared to the three products I released before, the mechanical spider isn't perfect enough. It's simply an electric tiger. There's still a long way to go before we can pilot it to fly into the starry sky."
Everyone present: ...Is this the humble bragging of a super big shot...