Chapter 397: Father Ascends Longshe

Longshe Cheng, Chen Clan.

Chen Yuan felt a bit tired, returned home, and lacked the former tranquility.

The eldest son also returned, but he found his own gaze strange, always sensing something hidden.

Chen Yuan glanced; the living room had no sign of his wife. Regarding his wife, Chen Yuan felt quite guilty; these days they were in a cold war, or rather, the wife ignored him and didn't speak to him, lacking the former affection.

Even if the younger son had come to mediate, the wife's attitude toward him improved a little, but not much.

"Chusheng, where is your mother?"

"Busy, what's wrong?" Chen Chusheng, who dreads his father, puts on a smile to speak at times like this—surely there's a problem.

He instinctively shrank his body, not wanting to speak to his father, or rather, he didn't want to become a punching bag between his parents.

He is not the younger brother Chuyang, nor the sister Chu Ran; in this household, his status is currently the lowest. Fortunately, the family doesn't keep demonic beasts, otherwise his status would be even lower.

Regarding his parents' affairs, he doesn't want to intervene or meddle; having previously escaped the most dangerous moment, he now just wants to leave, not… become his father's messenger.

"Help Father persuade Mother, just say Father… this time he was wrong, there won't be a next time."

Chen Chusheng frowned, staring at his father, seeing his father's kind old face with more wrinkles; these days he hadn't rested well, visibly aged considerably; if this matter isn't handled well, he feels uneasy.

"Father, it's not that the child doesn't want to help you, but the child is also powerless." Chen Chuyang instinctively wanted to refuse; such a thankless task, he doesn't want to do it—if done well, fine, family harmony; if done poorly, he'd suffer.

Once the mother starts striking, she beats to the death; Chen Chusheng hasn't been hit in a long time and doesn't want to be hit by his mother.

Losing face.

"Chusheng, could it be that even you won't help Father?"

Chen Chuyang said awkwardly: "Father, it's not that the child won't help you, but in this matter the child is powerless; who made you make a mistake? Other mistakes can be forgiven, but this one cannot."

Men can make mistakes, but they cannot bring back a child.

In the mother's eyes, not even a speck of sand can be tolerated.

This time the mother didn't strike, which could be considered making up to the father.

Moreover, there are two other children; Chen Chusheng has never seen them and doesn't want to.

The mother forbids it, so he won't go; this time he stands beside his mother.

Looking again at his father, his eyes are full of pleading.

Chen Chusheng feels reluctant, yet he cannot help.

"Father, there are some things you should discuss with Mother yourself; the child can't help you."

He turned and left.

Chen Yuan reached out, but couldn't catch his son, and sighed helplessly.

He truly is abandoned by all.

This time, he…

"Ah."

It seems he can only make a trip to Longshe Shan to seek his younger son's help.

At the same time, he hasn't gone to see those two children either.

Since sending them away, he has never seen them again.

Chen Yuan doesn't know whether they are doing well or if they have been bullied.

"In the end, we still need to ask Chuyang for help."

The two sons: the elder is unreliable, while the younger is somewhat reliable.

Chen Yuan left the Chen Clan; inside the room, Long Ming raised his head.

"After all, did he still go to Longshe Shan?"

"Chen Yuan, you'd better resolve them soon."

"Who knows what Chuyang will do?"

Long Ming muttered.

The two sons: the elder will surely stand on his side, the younger also, but if the husband pleads, the younger might soften; this child has been soft-hearted and kind since young.

On Longshe Shan.

Chen Chuyang looked down the mountain; beside him, Shang Hongxue sat up, questioning doubtfully: "Chuyang elder brother, what's wrong?"

"My father went up the mountain."

"Oh oh."

Shang Hongxue belatedly realized; quickly, she widened her eyes.

"Going up the mountain now?"

"Right."

"Chuyang elder brother, hurry up and move, don't press on me, I want to get up."

Shang Hongxue shoved Chen Chuyang aside, quickly got up and put on her clothes.

The speed was fast; in a few breaths, she had her clothes on.

Chen Chuyang stared, dumbfounded; he never expected this woman to have trained such superb skill, something he had never seen before.

The little girl either shouts that she's tired or can't get up, myriad excuses, just not getting up.

This time she leapt up suddenly; this speed is also too fast.

"Chuyang elder brother, why are you spacing out? Father is coming; hurry up, get dressed, and we'll go greet Father together."

Chen Chuyang, instead, wasn't anxious; he sat up, grinning as he sized up the little girl.

The flush on her face hadn't faded; one could tell the girl's condition at a glance.

"You're going to see my father like that?"

"Any problem?"

Chen Chuyang stood up, leaned in beside her and sniffed, smiling: "Don't you smell something?"

The little girl belatedly realized, her face flushing red.

Her little pink fists pounded Chen Chuyang's chest, striking several times before stopping.

Chuyang big brother, you're bad.

"Haha."

Chen Chuyang reached out, the little girl entered his embrace, he held her for a while, then Chen Chuyang let her go, quickly put on his clothes, and brought her up the mountain to wash.

Half an hour later.

The two returned to the courtyard and sat down; Shang Hongxue gave Chen Chuyang a white-eyed look, full of anger.

Her little tiger tooth peeked out, she grinned, utterly adorable.

The angry Shang Hongxue snapped: "Chuyang big brother, I'm going to wash up, not to play."

"It's all the same; as long as the result is the same, isn't that fine?"

The process—omitted intentionally.

That's not important.

Shang Hongxue heard this and became even angrier.

She clenched her fists, about to strike Chen Chuyang.

Chen Chuyang reached out, grabbed her fist, pulled hard, and the little girl once again fell into his embrace, struggling a bit, then became as docile as a chick.

Qinger little sister is watching.

It's fine, she can't see.

Chen Qinger turned her back on them, not wanting to see that lovey-dovey brother and sister-in‑law—too… torturous.

Every time they're like this, clinging together, never getting tired.

She's still nearby, paying no attention to her feelings at all.

Chuyang big brother, hasn't Father come up yet?

Here he is, over there.

Shang Hongxue looked over and saw Chen Yuan together with Hu Yueer and two others, watching his two children.

Frowning, Shang Hongxue tried to speak, but Chen Chuyang covered her mouth.

Chen Chuyang shook his head at her, signaling her not to speak nonsense.

Shang Hongxue had no choice but to relent, feeling somewhat displeased inside.

His gaze fixed on Hu Yueer and the two others; Hu Yueer felt the stare.

Her body shrank, a chill rose.

She suddenly shivered, lifted her head, and saw Chen Chuyang's smile and Shang Hongxue's gaze.

She immediately wiped the smile from her face and said to Chen Yuan: "Go see your son first."

Chen Yuan heard this, hesitated a moment, then nodded: "All right, you two cultivate well."

Hu Yueer: "Mm."