Chapter 123: Hold Your Hand, Grow Old Together

Mo Xiaohu looked at the idiot's eyes staring at Fu Qianchen, "You're stupid? To have a little sister, you have to do it in bed."

Fu Qianchen blinked doubtfully, "Is that so?"

The two waited a moment, seeing Ye Qingran rise from Wuhen's shoulder, then continued on their way.

"Let's go, let's go see the beautiful mother and we'll know."

……

Ye Qingran and Wuhen heard the movement behind them, turned around, and saw Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen walking side by side, their small stature almost swallowed by weeds and shrubs.

"How did you guys come?"

Ye Qingran composed her feelings.

"When I woke up and found Mother wasn't there, I couldn't sleep."

Ye Qingran's heart was touched.

Both children lacked a sense of security.

Waking up in the middle of the night to look for her wasn't something that had happened just once or twice.

When the two approached, Wuhen shifted to the side to make room for the two children.

The two children sat in the middle, Wuhen and Ye Qingran on the sides; the atmosphere was warm and harmonious, and from afar one could mistake them for a family of four.

"Xiao Chen, you sneaked out—doesn't your father know?"

With the children present, Ye Qingran naturally wouldn't continue to be immersed in the negative emotions caused by past events. She regained that gentle demeanor she shows before children.

Wuhen gazed at her in a daze.

He had always known she was a woman of many charms—sometimes cool, sometimes sly, sometimes fierce—but he rarely saw her so gentle.

Fu Qianchen, upon hearing Ye Qingran's question, couldn't help but purse his lips: "Father Lord is a busy man; he wouldn't bother with me! He's only focused on his career!"

After saying that, Fu Qianchen felt Wuhen's deadly stare.

Fu Qianchen stared back bewilderedly, as if saying, "I didn't badmouth you—why are you looking at me like that?"

Ye Qingran chuckled: "Maybe he's busy looking for a mother for you."

Fu Qianchen scoffed: "No way! I heard from Fu San Uncle that he hates my mother to death—how could he be looking for her?"

Uh…

Ye Qingran wondered: "Why?"

Fu Qianchen lowered his voice, seeming worried it might reach his father lord's ears, and said cautiously: "Fu San Uncle said that back then my father lord suffered a grave injury, which gave Mother an opportunity, so my coming was just an accident!"

Wuhen narrowed his eyes.

This Fu San really dares to say anything—just wait till he gets back, I'll tear his mouth apart!

Ye Qingran's mouth almost formed an 'O' shape, and she had already begun to imagine some inappropriate scenes.

No way, no way?

She thought the accident at the Guoshi Fu was already the National Master's greatest disgrace in life—little did she know, as early as six years ago, the National Master had endured an even more horrific experience!

She knew just how stunning the National Master's peerless appearance was—beauty that could topple nations, a feast for the eyes—yet to attract such envy was truly beyond her expectations.

Thus, she unconsciously touched her own face and sighed: "Indeed, beauty brings disaster—those who are lovely must endure more than others."

Wuhen: "……" I suspect you're implying something about me!

"Hmph~"

Wuhen cleared his throat.

Ye Qingran looked at him strangely and asked: "What's wrong, are you feeling unwell?"

"No!"

Wuhen's voice was muffled.

Being looked down upon by his son and the woman he likes behind his back—how could he possibly feel comfortable?

If not for his current position, he would have already disciplined his son; as for Ye Qingran…

What can you do about the woman you've taken a liking to? You can't hit or scold her, so you can only indulge her!

In the distant horizon, a meteor streaked across the sky and fell to the horizon.

Brief yet beautiful.

Soon, more meteors streaked across.

"Meteor shower, make a wish quickly!"

Ye Qingran's eyes sparkled, seeming even more dazzling than the glittering night sky.

Making wishes upon meteors seems to be a tradition passed down for generations among the Huaxia people; although often dismissed as nonsense, it remains an entrustment of hope for countless youths yearning for beauty.

So even Ye Qingran, who has wandered the jianghu for years and long since stopped dreaming, still keeps a pure beauty deep in her heart.

The father and son trio looked at Ye Qingran with puzzled faces, not understanding why she was so excited.

"Wishing upon a meteor shower? What kind of move is that?"

Ye Qingran didn't have time to explain: "Anyway, just make a wish and it'll be right!"

After speaking, she pressed her palms together, closed her eyes; her expression wasn't particularly devout, but the tranquility between her brows was quite beautiful.

The father and son trio followed suit, instinctively closing their eyes, imitating Ye Qingran's motion, and began to wish upon the meteors filling the sky.

In the distant horizon, more and more meteors streaked across, drawing long tails of light like silver threads embroidering a dark blue‑purple night sky.

Starlight brilliant, the silent moon pure and white.

The family of four, eyes closed in wish‑making, sat close together, exuding a deep warmth.

Five years ago, this place was filled with the flash of blades and blood, cries of sorrow, everywhere reeking of bloody despair and parting.

Five years later, meteors streaked across, bringing hope, making beautiful wishes, and the future years lay peaceful.

After twists and turns, searches and searches, even though doubts linger, the invisible hand of fate has already pulled this family of four tightly together—from now on, they will never be parted!

……

Ye Qingran opened her eyes first, seeing the three people whose postures were exactly the same as before, she raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She wondered why the three's movements were so uncannily consistent.

If not for their appearances, she would have mistaken them for father and son.

Soon, Wuhen opened his eyes, his gaze deep and lingering.

Feeling Wuhen's gaze, Ye Qingran raised her eyebrows, wondering what he was looking at her for.

Wuhen's eyes held a deep, intense affection that he could not voice.

His wish made to the shooting star was to hold hands and grow old together.

So, what about her wish? Would it be the same as his?

I hope your heart is like mine—surely not to disappoint, this longing!

Soon, the two babies also opened their eyes.

"Beautiful Mother, what wish did you make?"

Mo Xiaohu, as soon as she opened her eyes, eagerly asked Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran shook her head, "Can't say it—if spoken, it won't work!"

Mo Xiaohu blinked, "Oh, then Xiao Hu won't say it."

Fu Qianchen quickly covered his mouth with his hand—he almost blurted out the wish he just made.

Phew, phew!

His wish was that the Pretty Mother be his birth mother, and Xiao Hu his younger brother, making a family of four, always happily together...