Chapter 102: He

Countless gazes, full of shock, rose and fell upon that peerlessly graceful figure; in everyone's eyes, the pupils were all constricted.

Not to mention others, even Ye Qingran now showed surprise in her eyes.

Is the National Master's action truly to protect the child, or is it to rescue her?

She couldn't tell which it was for a moment!

If it's said that he's protecting the child, how could Fu Ze and Xiao Hu be his children?

If it's to rescue her…

If she remembers correctly, since the unpleasant parting at Guoshi Fu, there seemed to be no further contact between them, right? She also thought that after the argument at Guoshi Fu, their relationship had reached a freezing point and would have no further intersections.

Therefore, National Master, there's no reason to rescue her.

Ye Qingran's eyes showed a hint of bewilderment.

At that moment, she felt someone tug her right index finger.

She looked over and saw Fu Qianchen tilting his head back, blinking his dark, big eyes up at her.

"Piao Liang Niangqin, I have something to tell you; please don't blame me, okay?"

Ye Qingran's spirit jolted, suddenly recalling something, her pupils slightly constricted.

"You speak, I won't blame you."

She said calmly.

"Piao Liang Niangqin, actually, he is my father!"

Fu Qianchen's tiny finger pointed at Fu Hanxiu.

She mechanically turned her neck toward the direction Fu Qianchen indicated; although she already knew who stood there, her heart still held a faint hope.

Yet, in her sight, only that one person stood, with a celestial bearing and peerless elegance.

Who else but the National Master could it be?

Ye Qingran suddenly felt Fu Qianchen's tiny finger was no longer soft, but like a knife lodged in her heart.

Fu Ze, is he Fu Hanxiu's son?

So, has she been abducting his son all this time?

A memory suddenly surfaced: the National Master had once told her that his child was also five years old…

At that moment, Ye Qingran truly didn't know what to say!

All the words she could muster finally condensed into a single sentence…

"What the hell!"

"What the hell kind of divine arrangement is this?!"

However, Fu Hanxiu's gaze was fixed ahead, not toward her; she let out a sigh of relief and began to ponder how to explain the fact that she had been trafficking someone else's son.

Ye Huanhuan could hardly believe her ears.

He originally thought the National Master's presence was to mock Ye Qingran, but he didn't expect the Master to outright admit the child was his, which was clearly to rescue Ye Qingran!

These two Wild Offspring, clearly born of Ye Qingran and a rustic villager, how could they possibly carry the noble blood of the National Master?

"No, this can't be true!"

Ye Huanhuan felt her qi surge in her chest, her hand at her side clenched into a fist, her nails digging into flesh.

She lifted her eyes, swallowed, and with an innocent tone said, "National Master, are you mistaken? These two children were born of my sister and a rustic villager; how could they be of your bloodline?"

The National Master's cold gaze swept over, and a wave of desperate shiver ran down Ye Huanhuan's spine; in that instant, she seemed to smell death.

As she couldn't help trembling and was about to kneel in pleading, the National Master finally spoke.

"Would the National Master's own son admit a mistake?"

Ye Huanhuan's complexion turned as pale as paper!

National Master, you persist so stubbornly?!

Damn it, didn't the National Master lose interest in Ye Qingran after learning about her Wild Offspring? How is he now still protecting her?

What kind of spell has this Fox Spirit, Ye Qingran, cast on the National Master?

Dongfang Qingxuan broke out in cold sweats on his forehead, his mind in utter panic.

What did he just say?

To grant death to the National Master's son?

Recalling his own words just now, he felt an urge to die.

Although now there's no way to prove whether these two children are the National Master's offspring, since the National Master himself admitted it, no one dares to doubt.

Zhao Shi's eyes rolled, and she stood up, raising her voice: "National Master, I know you are helping Qingran, but you cannot, because of Qingran's crimes, tarnish your own reputation!"

Zhao Shi's words instantly recalled everyone's reason.

Indeed, how could Ye Qingran's children be the National Master's?

It seems the National Master said that to exonerate Ye Qingran, and one must admit, the National Master truly has a kind heart!

"What, do you think the National Master is lying?"

A faint gaze, yet seemingly bearing ten‑thousand‑jin force, fell on Zhao Shi; she couldn't help trembling and with a thud knelt to the ground.

"I dare not!"

Fu Hanxiu finally turned aside and said to the two children, "Come here."

The two children: you look at me, I look at you.

"Let's go, Father Lord will help Piao Liang Niangqin."

Mo Xiaohu nodded and, together with Fu Qianchen, released Ye Qingran's hand.

"Beautiful Mother, we'll first go to Fu Qianchen's father there; he will help you."

Mo Xiaohu looked up, blinking his big watery eyes, with a docile expression.

"En En, Piao Liang Niangqin, rest assured; Father Lord will definitely not let you be wronged!" Fu Qianchi also said.

Ye Qingran pursed her lips, "He won't let her be wronged?"

"Who was the bastard that wronged her that day?"

Ye Qingran wanted to say she could handle it herself, but thinking that if she acted personally she would inevitably be exposed. Since the National Master was willing to generously help, why wouldn't she be happy to do so?

"Mm, you go ahead."

The two cute babies waddled on their short legs toward Fu Hanxiu.

Watching the two babies' backs disappear, Ye Qingran felt a pang in her heart, a strange illusion that her own baby seemed about to be shared with others…

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchi stood on either side of Fu Hanxiu, their tiny bodies not even reaching Fu Hanxiu's knees.

Fu Hanxiu slightly bent down, cradling Fu Qianchi and Mo Xiaohu in his arms, one on each side.

Feeling Father Lord's solid, strong embrace, Fu Qianchi and Mo Xiaohu were momentarily stunned.

Fu Qianchi, having long missed such an embrace and accustomed to Piao Liang Niangqin's gentle warmth, found returning to Father Lord's firm hold less repulsive than before. He even thought, if Father Lord could be with Piao Liang Niangqin, how wonderful that would be.

Mo Xiaohu widened his eyes, watching Fu Hanxiu's profile. When he was young, Uncle Niu Mo Wang would often hold him like this, but the feeling was completely different from now.

He had a sensation as if being held by Father Lord.

"Could it be because Fu Qianchi is my best friend, and he is also Fu Qianchi's father?"

Mo Xiaohu silently speculated the reason in his heart, but could not reach any conclusion.

Fu Hanxiu at this moment also felt something different.

Holding a child on each side, a feeling he had never experienced, yet the weight in his arms, full and heavy, somehow gave him a sense of completeness.

He steadied his thoughts, and with a flick of his mind, the mask on Fu Qianchi's face instantly turned to dust, revealing the true face he had long concealed.

After seeing Fu Qianchi's true face, even the usually composed Ye Qingran suddenly lost her composure.

Beneath the mask, Fu Qianchi's handsome, delicate features were about eighty percent similar to the National Master!

Such a face was almost as if carved from the same mold, essentially a miniature National Master; at a glance one could tell he was the National Master's own child!

As for Mo Xiaohu, he was also very delicate and handsome; although he didn't look much like the National Master, his facial contours and the faint aura bore some resemblance.

Countless eyes narrowed their pupils to a single dot.

Not a single face was anything but shocked.

Who could have imagined that Ye Qingran's child was truly the National Master's offspring!