Chapter 170: with translation of chapter title

He took advantage of the people inside not paying attention, turned around and went back to the locust tree, hiding in the densest part of the canopy, as if wanting to Seal himself away, looking lonely and sorrowful.

Piao Liang Niangqin said, Xiao Hu is her biological child; he felt happy for Mo Xiaohu, yet couldn't help feeling desolate.

And him?

Isn't he?

If not, where is his biological mother?

Fu Qianchen felt a sourness at the tip of his nose, sat on the tree trunk, hugged his knees, rested his head on his knees, his eye sockets red.

If possible, how much he wishes Piao Liang Niangqin were his biological mother! He wants nothing else, just wants Piao Liang Niangqin to be his birth mother!

But, she isn't…

Father Lord said, his mother was a bad woman, who abandoned him five years ago!

On Fu Qianchen's face appeared a look of loneliness; deep down he even felt a hint of envy toward Mo Xiaohu.

Piao Liang Niangqin is Mo Xiaohu's biological mother; he must be very happy, right? Just thinking from his perspective, he feels himself surrounded by boundless joy.

In the world, is there anything happier than Piao Liang Niangqin being one's own mother?

Before this, he and Mo Xiaohu each called one 'beauty mother' and the other 'Piao Liang Niangqin'; from now on, Xiao Hu would only need to call 'mother', right?

Then will Piao Liang Niangqin treat only Mo Xiaohu well, thereby distancing him?

Just like Father Lord, he would somewhat favor him over Xiao Hu.

Fu Qianchen suddenly missed his Father Lord, wanting to get some comfort from him, so he wiped his eyes and quietly made a trip to Guoshi Fu.

Fu Hanxiu, seeing Fu Qianchen, was somewhat surprised, then teased: "You don't like this place, do you? Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Father Lord..." Fu Qianchen pouted, his eyes red, looking like he was about to cry.

Fu Hanxiu blinked, "What's wrong? Did Mo Xiaohu bully you?"

Fu Qianchen shook his head, flung himself into Fu Hanxiu's embrace, burying his face in his chest, and muttered: "Father Lord, I just heard Piao Liang Niangqin tell Mo Xiaohu that he is her biological son..."

As soon as he said that, Fu Hanxiu's teasing smile gradually faded.

Is Mo Xiaohu really Ye Qingran's biological son?

Then wouldn't that mean...

A hint of gloom flashed across Fu Hanxiu's eyes.

Before this, he had even ludicrously hoped that, if that woman from six years ago were Ye Qingran, they would have had a child together.

But now, his hope has been shattered.

Fu Hanxiu held his son, his mood also worsened, yet they warmed each other.

"Father Lord, you say, if I were also Piao Liang Niangqin's biological child, how wonderful that would be!" Fu Qianchen's tone full of hope. Fu Hanxiu closed his eyes.

He also wishes this were true!

Fate toys with people!

He patted his son's head, Fu Hanxiu steadied himself, "Son, although you are not her biological child, as long as we work hard, Father Lord I will marry her into the family, and she will become your mother—what do you think?"

Although this idea is good, Fu Qianchen isn't that happy.

However, he also knows some things cannot be forced.

"Father Lord, you must strive hard, marry Piao Liang Niangqin and bring her to the summit of the pursuit, then we will be a family. Although I envy Xiao Hu, I will still treat him as before, and I hope he won't stop playing with me just because I am not Piao Liang Niangqin's biological child." Fu Qianchen said this with a heavy nasal tone, looking like he was about to cry.

"How could that be? Xiao Hu isn't like that, Piao Liang Niangqin isn't like that, your feelings won't change because of this."

Fu Hanxiu still has great confidence in this.

If Ye Qingran would change her attitude toward him just because Fu Qianchen isn't her biological child, then she wouldn't be Ye Qingran.

……

Fu Qianchen stayed at Guoshi Fu for half a day, also letting Emperor Sovereign hold him for half a day. Until night fell, the father and son only then realized how many years they had never been this close.

Drawing strength from his Father Lord, at dusk Fu Qianchen composed himself and then returned to Ting Yu Xuan.

Fu Hanxiu still couldn't put his mind at ease about the child; after he left, he thought it over and still went out.

Ting Yu Xuan, Fu Qianchen had just arrived front foot, Fu Hanxiu followed right behind.

Just as Leng Yue brought up the last dish, seeing the National Master's tall figure, she couldn't help but purse her lips, thinking the National Master had picked a perfect moment to mooch a meal.

Ye Qingran glanced at the dishes on the table, then at the expectant National Master, and for a moment couldn't bring herself to shoo him away.

Thus, the National Master successfully mooched a dinner.

Tonight's dishes contained a very special ingredient, namely carrot. On the Xuanmiao Continent, there are green carrots, white carrots, red carrots, etc., but no carrots.

Like mango, this is Ye Qingran, using previously stored seeds, grown in the Shen Nong Space.

"What is this?"

The father and his two sons stared at the plate of orange carrots, wide-eyed, not knowing what it was.

"This is carrot, try it." Ye Qingran said with a smile. She likes eating carrots, but isn't sure about their eating habits.

The father and his two sons tacitly reached for chopsticks, each picked up a piece, tasted it, then furrowed their brows under Ye Qingran's expectant smile: "Tastes awful!"

Ye Qingran's smile instantly cracked.

It's not because they dislike carrots, but rather the three of them reacted in astonishing unison!

Fu Hanxiu and Fu Qianchen not liking carrots is understandable, but Xiao Hu is her son—how could he not like it either? Someone unaware, seeing this, would think they three are the biological father and son.

Ye Qingran felt a bit jealous.

The dinner was lively; Han Xing Leng Yue cleared the bowls and chopsticks, Fu Hanxiu took the two children to play in the Courtyard. Ye Qingran took a book out of the room, seeing Mo Xiaohu riding on Fu Hanxiu's shoulder shouting "drive drive drive", she couldn't help but be surprised.

Ye Qingran never imagined that the aloof, arrogant National Master would actually let an outsider not his own offspring ride on his shoulder.

"Mother, look, my horse is so tall!" Mo Xiaohu saw her and gave her a bright smile. Ye Qingran returned a faint smile, though her heart wasn't entirely calm.

Ye Qingran felt the National Master doing this harbored ulterior motives!

Ye Qingran sat holding her book under the lamplight, quietly gazing; Fu Hanxiu's gaze fell upon her, seeing her slightly lowered face, gentle brows and eyes, shedding her usual coolness, her whole body exuding a gentle aura.

In his heart, a trace of warmth unintentionally rose, and along with that cold, hard brow, everything seemed to soften.

Child, wife… the harmonious, joyful scene in the Courtyard made him feel as if they were naturally a family of four. At the same time, he also secretly strengthened his resolve to gradually plan for it.

One day, he will make this woman grow accustomed to his presence and willingly, happily throw herself into his embrace.