The Villain Is Pregnant with My Baby - Chapter 2

My job was to collect human trash from the waters outside the dome and keep the ocean clean.

In other words, I was a janitor.

But honest work was honest work. Getting paid was what mattered, and with eight tentacles, my efficiency was unbeatable.

After working day and night, I finally saved enough to move.

“Last day! Once I’m in the villa district, I’m finding a new job!”

I freed one tentacle to wipe nonexistent sweat from my forehead. Just as I turned back, the water began churning violently.

The garbage I had gathered slammed into me from every direction, and a whirlpool sent me tumbling.

“Crap! I forgot—the heroine falls into the sea today!”

This was the freak shipwreck that killed every human aboard except Bai Xiaohua and forced diplomacy between humans and the sea folk to a halt.

“I should’ve checked the almanac before leaving home! Am I going to die here?”

Bubbles streamed from my mouth as the current swept me away. Damn that author! I had only just saved enough money!

There was nothing underwater to brace against. Worse, a sharp engine blade severed one of my tentacles. The sinking liner had to be nearby.

So without a protagonist’s plot armor, there really was no changing fate?

At the height of my despair, an outstretched tentacle wrapped around a warm body.

Holy crap. After hauling trash for so long, I had finally caught a person.

It couldn’t be Bai Xiaohua, could it? What rotten luck.

I tried to throw them away, but they clung tightly to my tentacle. Unable to shake them loose, I wrapped all my remaining limbs around the person and curled into a ball to reduce the impact of the current.

Thankfully, the sea gradually calmed.

Dragging the stranger with me, I climbed onto a piece of the liner’s wreckage. The once magnificent ship had been torn apart, and even the floating debris would soon lose its trapped air and sink.

By moonlight, I finally saw the lucky survivor. His immaculate suit was soaked through, his handsome face deathly pale. A bloody wound split the faintly rising curve of his abdomen.

I recognized him.

Wasn’t this Ian, Chief Diplomat of the sea folk? The devoted second male lead who would one day perform an egg-laying scene with the heroine?

What was he doing here?