Chapter 40: Where Did This Little Tsundere Come From?

Just a moment ago, a group of people came to capture him; he could have easily fled, even turned the tables, but when he heard they intended to sell him, he instantly got interested.

Wouldn't that be fun?

He thought curiously, and thus didn't run away, letting them seize him.

But now, he regrets it.

Because it's not fun at all!

"Boring!" Fu Qianchen spat out the dog‑tail grass, ready to smash the prison cage with his bare hands, but before he could stand up, a surprising voice came from behind.

"Xiao Hu, I'm here to save you!"

Xiao Hu?

Who?

Fu Qianchen lazily turned around and saw a sister whose beauty was almost illegal flash to the cage, looking delighted.

Fu Qianchen was stunned.

This foolish woman—could she have mistaken someone?

"You..."

"Don't be afraid, it's fine..."

Before Fu Qianchen could finish, Ye Qingran cut him off.

Ye Qingran broke open the cage with her bare hands and lifted Fu Qianchen out. Normally, Mo Xiaohu would have started chattering, but for now...

These people are really over the line; they scared Xiao Hu to death!

The moment he was lifted, Fu Qianchen was dumbfounded.

What the heck?

He, the illustrious Young Master of the Peak of the Hunt, was actually being carried by a woman.

"I, the Young Master, will have someone throw you into a dungeon."

Just as he was about to lose his temper, a pleasant fragrance drifted from his nostrils, instantly calming him.

"Hmph, considering I'm currently traveling incognito, I'll allow you to hug me!"

He wouldn't admit that it's because of that pleasant scent!

Ye Qingran lowered her eyes, glanced at Fu Qianchen in her arms, sensed something off, but she didn't think much and swiftly left the Trading Market.

At an open clearing, Ye Qingran set the person down: "Xiao Hu, it's safe now. Please don't run off so easily in the future, okay? Sister will worry."

Fu Qianchen crossed his hands behind his back and rolled his eyes: "Woman, you've got the wrong person; I'm not any Xiao Hu."

Ye Qingran: "....."

That tsundere tone, that tsundere stance—definitely not Xiao Hu!

But he says nothing; whether in figure or feeling, he's practically identical to Xiao Hu!

"Who are you?"

"I, the Young Master... never change my given name nor my family name... Fu Ze."

"......"

"Since you're fine now, go back and find your parents." Ye Qingran, intent, pounced on Mo Xiaohu.

Find my parents?

Fu Qianchen frowned. He came to look for his mother, not his father.

Seeing Ye Qingran seemed eager to leave, he said, "Woman, you held me; you must take responsibility to the end."

Ye Qingran's mouth twitched.

Where did this brat come from?

Every word "woman", exuding an overbearing CEO aura.

Normally, she'd be interested in teasing this Xiao Aojiao. But for now, she still needs to find Mo Xiaohu.

Ye Qingran was about to leave but discovered that the brat had somehow clutched her thigh.

"Woman, I command you to hold me." When Fu Qianchen said this, two pink blushes floated on his cheeks beneath the mask. He wouldn't admit he's enamored with Ye Qingran's scent!

Ye Qingran pressed her hand to her forehead.

Where did this brat come from, perhaps learned bad habits from his father?

"We don't know each other; what if I'm a bad person?"

Ye Qingran expected him to say something like, "I believe you're not a bad person."

But she didn't expect...

"You held me without my consent; that already makes you not a good person!"

Ye Qingran: "....."

She was at a loss for words.

"If you let go, may I hold you?" Ye Qingran couldn't help feeling puzzled. She had seen people with perpetual peach‑blossom luck, but never someone with constant baby‑luck like this.

Although this kid isn't as likable as Mo Xiaohu, that tsundere tone is a strikingly cute contrast.

Let's call him Xiao Aojiao for now.

Fu Qianchen finally let go.

Ye Qingran, helpless, had to hold him in her arms again. Nestled in her soft embrace, inhaling the fresh fragrance, Fu Qianchen's cheeks flushed red, his masked face strained, yet his heart couldn't stop bubbling with joy.

He decided to allow this beautiful woman to hold him!

Ye Qingran, carrying Fu Qianchen, searched around Xiliang City but didn't find Mo Xiaohu.

As dusk fell, she returned to Ting Yu Xuan; Han Xing Leng Yue reported, yet still no trace of Mo Xiaohu.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Ye Qingran's features.

"Let them keep looking."

Ye Qingran wasn't really worried that Mo Xiaohu would meet misfortune. Though Mo Xiaohu was only five years old, he managed to travel alone from Mo Yuan to Donglin, which was enough to show his great ability.

Fu Qianchen popped a little head out of Ye Qingran's arms and asked, "Woman, who is Mo Xiaohu?"

"Xiao Hu is my younger brother."

Han Xing Leng Yue only then noticed Fu Qianchen.

"Miss, who is he?"

Ye Qingran, looking a bit helpless, stroked her forehead and said, "He is someone I picked up…"

Han Xing Leng Yue thought to herself, "Miss, you've been picking up children far too often!"

Fu Qianchen, upon hearing that, became displeased: "That's not it! It was you who hugged me without my permission; this is your punishment. No, being able to hug the Young Master is your honor."

Ye Qingran twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "I thank you!"

Even though she clearly despised him, Fu Qianchen acted as if he hadn't heard.

"No need to thank me, this is what you should do."

Han Xing Leng Yue: "....."

Where did this Xiao Aojiao come from?

Unable to resist Fu Qianchen's sticky tricks, after Mo Xiaohu, Fu Qianchen also moved into Ting Yu Xuan.

Guoshi Fu

"You really give me a good reputation, unable to watch over even a single child!"

Fu Hanxiu was smiling, but the smile was far from pleasant.

Fu San and a group of subordinates dared not even breathe a sigh.

Although they dared not directly defy Your Majesty, Fu San couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

It's true that the Summit of the Deer Hunt is filled with cloud‑like strongmen, but they can't match the mischievous young master. That little head of his is probably inherited from Your Majesty, exceedingly clever.

Stratagems come to him effortlessly; in recent years, from Elders to followers at the Summit of the Deer Hunt, many have sparred with him in wit and bravery, yet his battle record remains dismal.

However, it had always been minor skirmishes before; never did they expect that this time the young master actually left the Summit of the Deer Hunt and came to the Central Region.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, Fu Si's side has already sent people to the various nations of the Central Region to look for the young master's trail. I believe we will locate his whereabouts soon!"

Fu San forced himself to speak.

Fu Hanxiu lifted his eyelid, glared at Fu San, his deep eyes as dark as midnight, unfathomable: "No need. Have them search directly within Donglin's borders, focusing on Xiliang City."

It must be said, Fu Hanxiu still understood his son.

Although father and son found each other annoying and couldn't get along.

Yet the little scheming in his son's heart was crystal clear to him.

This time Fu Qianchen left the Summit of the Deer Hunt merely to find his mother.

Thinking of that poisonous woman who abandoned her husband and child, Fu Hanxiu's eyes instantly turned into a cold pool, his face turned as if snow were drifting, and the red tear‑mole at the corner of his eye grew even more bewitching.

Fu San and the others bowed their heads even lower.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Fu San took the command. In his heart his hatred for that poisonous woman who took Your Majesty's chastity and abandoned the young master deepened. He silently swore again that once he found that poisonous woman, he would shred her into countless pieces, a thousand cuts!