Chapter 317: Where My Heart Finds Peace Is My Homeland

Ye Qingran watched wide-eyed as his pupil color grew darker and darker, bottomless, as if a dark-colored storm were gathering, extremely dangerous.

She couldn't help but hold her breath.

A flirtatious, ambiguous feeling flowed around them; they gazed at each other like two barrels of explosives, waiting for a spark to detonate instantly.

However...

"Mother, what are you and Uncle Wuhen doing?" a childish voice asked curiously from behind Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran's body stiffened instantly.

All her flirtatious thoughts vanished like smoke.

"Stupid Xiao Chen, Mother is making a little sister with Uncle Wuhen! We'll have a little sister right away!"

Really?

Fu Qianchen's dark eyes flashed with a hint of loss.

Has Mother already decided not to have a little sister with Father Lord?

He really hopes Mother can have a little sister with his father.

But if Mother isn't willing, he won't force it. After all, Mother's happiness is what matters most!

Even if the little sister is born from Mother and Uncle Wuhen, he will love her as his own biological sister.

Ye Qingran: "......"

She hurriedly shoved Wuhen away; that swift, decisive, ruthless action had the air of a scumbag who discards after use.

Wuhen was even pushed back two steps before he could steady himself; looking at her, his eyes were filled with anguish.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Chen, you got it wrong—I saw Uncle Wuhen about to fall, so I went over to help him up!" Ye Qingran said with a guilty face.

He, about to fall?

When he was still a three-year-old kid?

Wuhen's mouth corner twitched; his gaze at Ye Qingran held amusement.

"Ah? Turns out we're not making a little sister!" Mo Xiaohu looked disappointed, then pursed his lips, "Uncle Wuhen is just too terrible."

Ye Qingran and Wuhen both looked at him, bewildered, not knowing what he meant.

"Xiao Hu, why would you say that?" Ye Qingran asked, amused.

"Mother saw Uncle Wuhen about to fall and went to steady him—that's a good deed. But Uncle Wuhen repaid kindness with hatred; taking advantage while Mother held him, he put his arm around her waist and even wanted to kiss her. Uncle Niu Mo Wang said this behavior is called taking advantage, also called eating tofu."

Ye Qingran: "......"

Taking advantage? Eating tofu?

What does this have to do with what?

Heavenly Lord, please strike her down with a thunderbolt!

Oh, no, strike down Wuhen instead!

And that Uncle Niu Mo Wang—she'll remember him! When she someday goes to Mo Yuan, she'll definitely warn him, you can't teach children just anything!

Wuhen too was thunderstruck by Mo Xiaohu's words.

Wuhen looked at Mo Xiaohu and thought he was utterly adorable.

Although Xiao Hu and Xiao Chen are the same age, Xiao Chen, under his tutelage and influence, is somewhat mature for his years, while Xiao Hu is relatively more mischievous and quirky. He often bursts out with shocking remarks that catch people off guard, provoking loud laughter.

Seeing Wuhen looking at him, Mo Xiaohu thought of his beloved mother being taken advantage of, and felt a bit unhappy.

Uncle Niu Mo Wang said, taking advantage of others is an impolite act!

"Hmph!" Mo Xiaohu glared at Wuhen, then turned his head away huffily, puffed up like a little pufferfish.

"Xiao Hu, what does 'eating tofu' mean?" Fu Qianchen asked cutely, curious. As the young master of Peak of Chasing the Deer, when would he ever get a chance to hear such vulgar language?

Mo Xiaohu explained, "Just like Uncle Wuhen did earlier!", looking quite unhappy.

Fu Qianchen blinked, looking puzzled, "Ah? Like that? But why does Mother look rather happy when she's being taken advantage of?"

Ye Qingran: "......"

Oh, my dear sons, now that you can talk, could you please say a little less?

Your dear mother I am so embarrassed I could scrape out a whole flat with my toenails!

Ye Qingran felt like crying.

This ice‑sweet, super‑smart big shot from 31st‑century Huaxia feels like a complete idiot right now, utterly clueless how to explain things to the kids.

"Xiao Hu, Xiao Chen, Uncle Wuhen didn't take advantage of Mother. From now on, Mother will be with me—we'll hug and kiss; that's normal." Wuhen said, standing bravely as Ye Qingran had already turned into an ostrich.

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen heard Wuhen's words, both lifted their heads, blinking their big black‑grape eyes, scrutinizing him.

"Will you be my stepfather from now on?"

Stepfather?

I guess so.

Wuhen nodded, "Yes. But I'll treat you as well as your biological father." This is Wuhen's promise.

He'll treat Xiao Hu the same as he does Xiao Chen—impartial, fair and balanced.

Who knew, Mo Xiaohu shook his head, "No!"

No?

Wuhen's eyes flickered with surprise, "Why?"

"Because my birth father treats me badly." Mo Xiaohu lowered his eyelids. "He doesn't want me and Mother, and he's not good to us at all."

Although Mo Xiaohu keeps saying he only wants Mother, when he sees other babies with doting fathers, a family of three together, he also shows a look of envy.

But he always keeps it hidden deep inside.

Because he doesn't want to hurt Mother.

Since his father abandoned him, he has only Mother as kin; he wants to be a man, protecting Mother and not letting her shed tears.

Ye Qingran felt a sour pang at the tip of her nose.

Perhaps because, during this period, Mo Xiaohu has been so sunny that she even overlooked that he is still a five‑year‑old child.

He also longs for a complete family, for parental love.

Wuhen only then realized that Xiao Hu had misunderstood his meaning.

Wuhen crouched down, both hands gripping Mo Xiaohu's arms, and looked at him seriously. "Xiao Hu, what I mean is that I will treat you as a biological father should. In other words, even if later I have other children with your mother, in my heart you and they are the same."

Mo Xiaohu stared blankly at Wuhen's eyes.

Wuhen curled his lips and pulled Xiao Hu into his arms.

"What about me?" Fu Qianchen asked weakly.

He always felt that Uncle Wuhen selectively ignored him. Could it be that he wasn't as cute as Xiao Hu?

Wuhen's temple twitched.

He almost forgot that now, Wuhen and his own son are strangers.

His heart is so weary.

He swore that he would never wear a disguise again!

"You're of course the same!" Wuhen swept his long arm, and Fu Qianchen was scooped into his embrace.

Fu Qianchen wore a bewildered expression.

Why does it feel so perfunctory?

At this moment, Ye Qingran also crouched down, hugging the two little ones from behind; Wuhen's arm shifted, and she simply cradled all three in her arms.

His long arm, strong and powerful, gave an immense sense of security.

Where the heart finds peace is my home.

The words, unexpected, rose to her mind; Ye Qingran couldn't help but lift her lips in a smile and close her eyes.

The four of them embraced together in this incredibly tangled relationship.

Nevertheless, we should firmly believe that the truth will be revealed any day now! They will eventually, as a family, embrace each other and never part again!

Disturbed by the two little ones, Wuhen naturally never got around to asking about Prince Luo and Ye Qingran's relationship.

But that is irrelevant for now.

After all, there is plenty of time ahead.