Chapter 378: I didn't cry, I was just sleepy! (Seeking subscription

"God Child Jun."

Yu Jing pushed open the guest room door.

In the room lingering with sandalwood, Jun Wuhui sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.

Even though he was not cultivating, the surrounding spiritual energy still rushed towards him like moths to a flame guided by instructions, turning into dots of starlight and gathering into his body.

This scene made Yu Jing trance as if returning to twenty years ago, that day Jun Wuhui realized the Dao between the waterfalls, the surrounding water vapor was misty, his white clothes surged without wind, handsome, mysterious, and powerful, as if a young banished immortal walking out of a mythological scroll.

"Family Head Qiu should still be in the villa, right?"

Jun Wuhui didn't open his eyes, his indifferent tone seemed to be rejecting people thousands of miles away, making the love surging in Yu Jing's eyes extinguish more than half instantly.

Just like in the past, this mysterious and powerful man only had his immortal path in his eyes, and didn't even want to raise his head to look at her more.

How could Yu Jing not understand? Jun Wuhui was reminding her that she was already a wife now. Too many words were stuck in Yu Jing's throat, and finally only turned into one sentence:

"God Child, Zhantian and Qingxia are back; it's about time for dinner."

Yu Jing's expression was complicated. If she had been firmer back then and didn't choose to marry Qiu Zuo, would the scene staged today be another scene?

Soon, Qiu Qingxia bitterly vetoed this unrealistic idea. How could Jun Wuhui's immortal path stay for her for a moment? Being able to get the promise of going to the secret waterfall with Jun Wuhui again could be counted as Jun Wuhui helping her complete the unfinished wish of that year.

Even though Yu Jing knew long ago in her heart that no matter how she did it, the result could only be this.

But Jun Wuhui was in the villa, and her restless heart was like a kitten scratching, wanting to approach Jun Wuhui, even if it could only be exchanged for a few words of communication, she was still willing.

Thinking of Qiu Qingxia's ambiguity towards Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian, Yu Jing's heart pulled again. Everything she had today absolutely must not repeat on her daughter, Qiu Qingxia, absolutely not! Even at the risk of being hated by Qiu Qingxia.

"I know, I will come later."

Jun Wuhui replied indifferently.

During the meal, Qiu Zuo didn't appear today. Jun Wuhui glanced at the fire-pattern girl following behind Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian and didn't say much, just eating his food silently.

It seemed he didn't care why his son had peach blossom luck, because his constitution was also like this.

Yu Jing saw the fire-pattern girl staring at Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian with eyes that were almost drawing silk, and looked at Qiu Qingxia's hostile gaze towards the fire-pattern girl, and for a time couldn't help but sigh secretly.

At this moment, how was Qiu Qingxia different from when she was competing for favor with her sisters back then? Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian's indifference as if he didn't see it was exactly the same as Jun Wuhui back then!

Qiu Qingxia didn't have the special constitution of Luo Zixi back then, couldn't give birth to a God Child with Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian's talent, and didn't have Xuanji's cultivation talent, absolutely no possibility of reaching the Sage Realm, and in the end, she would only be afraid of becoming a complete failure like her mother.

Thinking of this, Yu Jing's heart to beat the mandarin ducks became even heavier.

After dinner, the haggard Yu Jing sat at the tea table in the guest room, ordered the servants to call Qiu Qingxia, while her brain was racking her brains thinking about how to persuade her daughter to stay away from Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian.

"Mother, I heard that Hong Sect Villa is holding a genius competition seven days later. Does our Qiuyue Villa have an invitation?"

After Qiu Qingxia entered the room, the first thing she did was not to greet, but to open her mouth to ask for it.

Hong Sect Villa's genius competition invites nearby families and sects, and although Qiuyue Villa's reputation is not obvious, it should also have an invitation.

Of course, this kind of competition is not that you can't participate without an invitation, but families and sects with invitations will have their own audience seats, while loose cultivators can only stand under the stage to watch.

After Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian learned about this from the fire-pattern girl, he said he wanted to participate without thinking. There would be beauties like clouds and geniuses everywhere, which was a great opportunity to pretend.

How could Qiu Qingxia be willing to let Young Master Jun, who was a God Child, squeeze with those fallen loose cultivators.

"There is one, but..."

"Oh, mother is the best. I want to go see it, mother, you give it to me."

Before Yu Jing finished speaking, Qiu Qingxia pulled her sleeve and acted like a spoiled child.

Qiu Qingxia usually didn't even go out for training without wearing black clothes, and she didn't care about these competitions

Yu Jing's words of persuasion were all stuck in her throat, and in the end, she could only let out a deep sigh and say:

"They are in the box on my vanity."

"Thank you, Mother."

Qiu Qingxia was so excited that she planted a kiss on Yu Jing's face, then hopped and skipped over to the vanity, picked up the invitation, and trotted out of the room; one didn't need to guess to know she was going to claim credit with Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian.

As a mother and someone who had been through it all, Yu Jing knew that now was absolutely not the time to offer advice.

With the special constitution of the Jun father and son, who were surrounded by beautiful women wherever they went, it was only a matter of time before her daughter felt disappointed; for now, she just needed to wait for that moment.

Just as Yu Jing had expected, as the days went by, more and more young maidens followed Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian and her daughter back from their training.

On the first day, there was Lu Shanshan, the fire-patterned maiden Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian had gained during a treasure hunt.

On the second day, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian hunted a powerful demonic beast and won the favor of the sword-cultivating sisters, Mo Yan'er and Mo Yan'er.

On the third day, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian accidentally stumbled upon the lakeside and encountered the charming maiden Liu Yu, who was bathing; it was the same old story—upon seeing her body, she wanted to kill Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian, but since she couldn't, she had no choice but to follow him.

In just three short days, nearly half of the guest rooms in the already modest Qiuyue Manor were gone.

Yu Jing stood on a high platform, quietly looking down at Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian and the others in the guest courtyard, her mind filled with a thousand thoughts.

Today, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian's group had returned from training, bringing back the carcass of a sheep demon; at this moment, a flock of beauties was surrounding Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian in the center, waiting for the sizzling, oily mutton on the campfire to be cooked through, yet the figure of Qiu Qingxia was the only one missing from among them.

In the past, whenever Qiu Qingxia felt wronged, she would hide in her room and cry secretly under her quilt; as her mother, Yu Jing knew this all too well.

A smile flashed across Yu Jing's graceful face as she paced slowly toward Qiu Qingxia.

As someone who had been through it all and was also Qiu Qingxia's mother, how could she not know when Qiu Qingxia was at her most vulnerable? Now was naturally the moment she had been waiting for.

"Yo, why is my good daughter hiding under the quilt and crying again?"

Yu Jing pushed open Qiu Qingxia's boudoir door and teased the figure curled up under the quilt as if it were a joke.

"I—I'm not crying! I'm just sleepy, so I came back to the room to rest first."

Hearing her mother's voice, Qiu Qingxia remained hidden under the quilt; although her words were full of stubbornness, one could still hear a hint of a sob.

Yu Jing shook her head helplessly, gently lifted the quilt draped over Qiu Qingxia, and pulled a handkerchief scented with her own body fragrance from her bosom to gently wipe the tear stains from the corners of Qiu Qingxia's eyes.

Seeing that she had been exposed by her mother, Qiu Qingxia simply stopped hiding and threw herself into her mother's arms, sobbing again.

That appearance was exactly like a little girl who had lost her favorite teddy bear.

(End of chapter)