Chapter 105: Your Father Lord is cold and hard

"Piao Liang Niangqin, why are you asking like that?"

"Otherwise, how could he never come see you?"

"No way! Father Lord is my only son! He might just be too busy. He used to be like this before. I remember once, Father Lord went out and didn't come back for half a year!"

"Ye Qingran felt a wave of pity in her heart."

"How old is Qianchen? It's fine without a mother's company, but the father's companionship is pitifully scarce."

"Seeing Ye Qingran's expression a little off, Fu Qianchen gently rubbed her brow and smiled, saying, 'Having Piao Liang Niangqin is enough for me!'"

"Ye Qingran felt delighted inside, pinched his soft, chubby cheek, and teased, 'You just have a sweet mouth!'"

"Hehe~"

"Fu Qianchen grinned: 'Piao Liang Niangqin, why don't you just make do and be with my Father Lord?'"

"Ye Qingran, who had just taken a sip of tea, spat it out upon hearing this, and Fu Qianchen's little face instantly suffered."

"Cough, I didn't mean to!"

"Immediately, they hurriedly called Han Xing Leng Yue to help wipe the water off Fu Qianchen's face."

"'Ahaha, serves you for being cheeky!' Mo Xiaohu laughed hysterically on the side, 'Your Father Lord is so cold and hard, not good at all, and the pretty mother's eyes aren't blind—she'd never be with your Father Lord!'"

"Fu Hanxiu, who had just arrived outside Ting Yu Xuan's gate: '…'"

"Felt offended!"

"Fu San covered his mouth, almost laughing out loud."

"Indeed, childish blabber."

"In this world, the only one who dares to say Your Majesty is cold and hard and utterly despises him is Miss Ye's child!"

"Indeed, like mother, like son!"

"Normally, if Mo Xiaohu said such things about his father, it would be fine—after all, he's stating the plain truth. But now is the crucial moment for him to secure the identity of 'Piao Liang Niangqin,' so how could Mo Xiaohu sabotage him?"

"Fu Qianchen glared at Mo Xiaohu, defending his father: 'Although Father Lord really has a nasty temper and looks fierce… but my father is handsome, everyone in Western Extremity says he's the most handsome man in Western Extremity, and his power is overwhelming. If Piao Liang Niangqin married Father Lord, though it might be a bit of a grievance for her, she could still enjoy wealth and honor!'"

"Fu Hanxiu never knew that listening to his son's words could make his mood swing like a roller coaster."

"What do you mean his temper is nasty? He looks fierce?"

"Hearing the latter, he finally relaxed. For the first time in his life, he felt that the title 'Most Handsome Man of Western Extremity' was actually useful."

"But what does it mean for Ye Qingran to marry him, how much would it wrong her? Is he really that inadequate?"

"Fu Hanxiu was furious!"

"'Fu San, is my temper nasty? Do I look fierce?'"

"Fu San gave his signature fake smile, but said nothing."

"'Speak!'"

"'Yes!'"

"Fu Hanxiu: '…'"

"Fu San covered his mouth, shocked that he had actually spoken the plain truth under Your Majesty's intimidating aura! To avoid his splendid life being cut short before it even blossomed, Fu San decided to swallow his conscience and make a save."

"'Your Majesty, your temper isn't bad at all, and you don't look fierce!'"

"Seeing Your Majesty's expression, Fu San knew that saying this was worse than not saying it!"

"In the courtyard, the flush on Ye Qingran's face faded a bit. Instead, she was amused by Fu Qianchen's words."

"She couldn't help teasing, 'Xiao Chen, although you're speaking the plain truth, if your father heard it, he might spank you!'"

"Who knew Fu Qianchen would raise his neck proudly and say, 'I'm not afraid; Piao Liang Niangqin will protect me!'"

"Ye Qingran: '…'"

"I don't know where he gets that confidence!"

"Ye Qingran whispered, 'I'm not your birth mother; if your father really wants to spank you, I have no standing to stop him!'"

"Those words carried a faint sour note."

"Han Xing Leng Yue exchanged a surprised glance, each seeing an unusual sparkle in the other's eyes."

"At that moment, the courtyard gate was knocked; Han Xing went to open it, and upon seeing Fu Hanxiu, he froze."

"After paying respects to the National Master, Han Xing called out loudly, 'Miss, the National Master has arrived!'"

"Ye Qingran's smile gradually stiffened, becoming cool and clear like the moon; her posture was no longer so wild and unrestrained, but rather more dignified."

"Fu Hanxiu strode into the courtyard, and Ye Qingran rose to greet him."

"'Miss Ye, we came uninvited—hope we're not disturbing you?'"

"Fu San's face bore a brilliant smile, his teeth gleaming white."

"Ye Qingran shook her head, 'Please have a seat, National Master.'"

"Fu Hanxiu today wore a black outfit, upright and dignified, bearing a heavenly aura so dazzling one dare not stare directly."

"Who knows when the National Master started preferring black clothing?"

"But no matter what color the National Master wears, Ye Qingran now seems entranced, unconsciously imagining the scenery within from his attire…"

"Ye Qingran, you've had enough!"

"Fu Hanxiu took his seat, Fu San stood behind him, Ye Qingran sat opposite Fu Hanxiu, and the two cute kids stood one on each side of her."

"'Come over.'"

"Fu Hanxiu said to Fu Qianchen."

"After not seeing each other for a while, he still missed his son. Previously, when he said this to his son, the son would obediently come to his side."

"Unexpectedly, Fu Qianchen pursed his lips, glanced at him, then looked away and let out an unhappy hum."

"Fu Hanxiu raised his brows, seemingly never expecting Fu Qianchen to dare treat him this way!"

"'Father Lord, it's all your fault for having a bad temper and looking fierce—Piao Liang Niangqin wouldn't want to marry you!'"

Ye Qingran's hand shook as she poured tea, spilling it outside the cup; it flowed along the stone table onto Fu Hanxiu's robe hem.

""

Ye Qingran stood up, apologizing while reaching to wipe Fu Hanxiu, but she noticed the wet spot seemed sensitive and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Ye Qingran's mind went blank for a moment.

However, she quickly composed herself, handed him a handkerchief, and let him wipe himself.

Fu Hanxiu took the handkerchief from Ye Qingran's hand, held it, but didn't use it; instead he activated Mysterious Force, and in an instant dried the moisture.

Ye Qingran stared, in her panic forgetting she could also use Mysterious Force to dry her clothes. She blinked, looking at the handkerchief she had just handed to Fu Hanxiu still in his hand, wondering why he hadn't returned it.

Fu Hanxiu seemed not to notice Ye Qingran's gaze, his eyes dark as he looked at Fu Qianchen and sternly said, "Fu Qianchen, is this how you speak to me?"

Fu Qianchen avoided his gaze, snuggling into Ye Qingran's embrace and burying his face in her waist.

Ye Qingran patted Fu Qianchen's back and said softly, "Xiao Chen, you really shouldn't speak to your father like that. Be good, apologize to your father."

Fu Qianchen was reluctant at first, shaking his head, but after Ye Qingran's second prompting he lifted his face and obediently said to Fu Hanxiu, "Father, sorry, I shouldn't have been disrespectful to you."

Fu Hanxiu and Fu San both stared in shock.

They knew Fu Qianchen's temperament all too well.

His temperament is extremely stubborn; sometimes he doesn't even listen to Fu Hanxiu's words, let alone an outsider.

Who would have thought he would actually listen to Ye Qingran's words so much?

"But, Piao Liang Niangqin, why can't you marry Father? If it weren't for what Xiao Hu said—that he has a bad temper and looks fierce—you wouldn't have married him; then what is the reason?"

Mo Xiaohu glared, thinking: "Hey, Fu Qianchen, don't say that kind of thing in front of your dad, okay? What if he makes me wear small shoes?"

Fu Qianchen may be sensible, but he's still somewhat naive about the complicated adult world.

Ye Qingran glanced embarrassedly at Fu Hanxiu, seeing him looking at her with a serious expression, as if waiting for an answer, she was dumbfounded.