Chapter 63

"Xiao Huihui, you go to Meiren Sister first to gather information; I'll wait here."

Xiao Huihui muttered in her mind: Little master, you've been a bit cowardly lately!

After finishing the complaint, Xiao Huihui let out two "cheep-cheep" sounds, flapped her wings and vanished onto the city wall.

Xiao Huihui quickly completed the reconnaissance and returned.

"What? You say Meiren Sister has a child the same size as me?"

Mo Xiaohu's face turned pale.

Seeing this, Xiao Huihui hurriedly comforted: "Little master, don't get worked up; that child looks a bit like you, so Meiren Sister must have wanted you to fall ill and found a substitute!"

Mo Xiaohu's complexion improved a bit.

"No way, I can't let that substitute take everything that rightfully belongs to me!" Mo Xiaohu clenched his fists, his eyes resolute.

He thought of something and asked anxiously: "Is that substitute as cute as I am?"

Xiao Huihui shook her head, looking disdainful: "That substitute wears a mask, looks shady, must be a clown spirit, and is nowhere near as cute and handsome as you, little master."

Mo Xiaohu let out a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, we'll head to Meiren Sister. Had I known she loved me this much, I wouldn't have left in the first place!"

Mo Xiaohu was filled with regret.

One person and one bird hurriedly shouted as they rushed toward the Ye Residence.

Ting Yu Xuan

Fu Qianchen was extremely bored.

Leng Yue went to prepare food for him.

Xiao Naihu didn't like him, and he didn't like Xiao Naihu either.

One person and one tiger each lounged on their own territory sunbathing, mutually disdainful, with a clear line between them, never encroaching.

Fu Qianchen lay on the stone table in the Courtyard, a blade of grass between his teeth, his head resting on his hand, feeling an inexplicable restlessness.

"Yue Er sister, when will she return?"

Leng Yue placed a hand on her forehead.

This has happened 108 times!

"I'm telling Fu Ze, the miss hasn't been gone for even half an hour yet!"

"When will she be back?" The woman wasn't there, and his mood soured.

He had no appetite for tea or food.

Could he be ill?

"I have a fever," he muttered.

Leng Yue was startled, quickly set aside what she was doing, and examined Fu Qianchen with observation, listening, questioning, and pulse diagnosis.

In the end she concluded that this case was a baseless fabrication.

"Then if I'm not sick, why am I in a bad mood?"

Fu Qianchen blinked his bewildered little eyes.

Leng Yue couldn't help but purse her lips in a smile.

She didn't tell Fu Qianchen directly; she thought it was what Ye Qingran wanted.

One has to admit, the miss of her household really has a knack for children.

"Shall I keep you company and chat to ease the boredom?"

Fu Qianchen glanced at Leng Yue, frowned, shook his head, and his tone clearly showed disdain: "Chat with you? No way!"

Leng Yue: "…"

She, rejected?

Or is she just a five‑year‑old little kid?!

This Xiao Aojiao is not cute at all!

She suddenly missed Mo Xiaohu a lot.

At that moment, atop the wall of Ting Yu Xuan, a dark head slowly emerged.

Xiao Huihui pointed at Fu Qianchen in the Courtyard, her voice urgent: "Little master, it's him; he's the third who stole Meiren Sister from you!"

That tone, that look—anyone would think it's a love‑triangle bust.

Mo Xiaohu's chest rose and fell continuously.

So it was that stinky fellow, who stole Meiren Sister's love and care!

Xiao Huihui even said they bore some resemblance.

Where is the resemblance?

That masked child is nowhere near one ten‑thousandth as handsome as Mo Xiaohu!

Mo Xiaohu was so angry that, unconsciously, a flash of a fiery totem streaked across the depths of his dark eyes.

Fu Qianchen suddenly sensed a hostile gaze; startled, he looked toward the wall and saw a small head.

The eyes on that little head were full of hostility.

Their gazes met, and an invisible contest began.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

What?

His house?

Are you kidding!

Mo Xiaohu was furious.

"I haven't even asked you yet, why are you in my Meiren Sister's Ting Yu Xuan?!"

Fu Qianchen's eyes flashed: "I was the one that woman carried in. Sigh, I didn't want to come, but she insisted, troublesome!"

What?

Meiren Sister carried him in?!

Meiren Sister didn't even carry him in!

He even still despises it!

Mo Xiaohu's eyes were spitting fire.

"What's your name?"

"I go by no other name, sit by no other surname, I am Fu... Ze!"

Fu Qianchen sat up: "And you?"

"I go by no other name, sit by no other surname, I am Mo Xiaohu!"

"You're Mo Xiaohu?!" Fu Qianchen was stunned. He recalled the day Ye Qingran rescued him from the cage, which was because she had mistaken him for Mo Xiaohu.

Fu Qianchen gave Mo Xiaohu a quick up-and-down look.

Not looking that great either!

Not even one ten-thousandth of his handsomeness and charm!

"Yeah, what's up? Do you know me?"

Fu Qianchen shook his head: "Don't know. But Meiren Sister told me that you... left without saying goodbye, which made her very sad; she doesn't want to see you again in the future!"

Mo Xiaohu's pupils trembled like being struck by lightning.

His face turned pale as he stepped back three paces.

"Is what you said true?"

Fu Qianchen brushed away nonexistent dust: "Why would I lie to you? Wasn't it you who left without saying goodbye back then?"

Mo Xiaohu became depressed.

Had he known Meiren Sister would hold a grudge because of his silent departure, he definitely would not have done that.

"What should I do, Xiao Huihui, I've disappointed Meiren Sister!"

Mo Xiaohu wore a look of frustration.

"Little Master, don't be sad, this person is lying to you!"

Mo Xiaohu's eyes brightened: "Is what you said true?"

Xiao Huihui nodded vigorously.

Mo Xiaohu instantly grew angrier: "You lied to me?! I will duel you."

"Duel it is, who's afraid of whom."

So, when Leng Yue was ready with food and came out of the inner chamber, she saw two cute kids facing off, almost about to fight.

Leng Yue was stunned.

"Xiao Hu, why did you come back?"

"Yue Er Sister, I miss you so much!" Mo Xiaohu's anger instantly subsided, his expression changing faster than flipping a book.

Xiao Huihui was left dumbfounded.

"Yue Er Sister, where is Meiren Sister?"

Leng Yue, seeing Mo Xiaohu return unharmed, let out a sigh of relief.

"Miss went out on business and will return later," Leng Yue explained.

Mo Xiaohu nodded, then with an unfriendly look pointed at Fu Qianchen, asking: "Yue Er Sister, while I was away, did this person exploit Meiren Sister's longing for me, just to force him to stay at Ting Yu Xuan?"

Seeing Mo Xiaohu emanating sour aura all over, Leng Yue for a moment didn't know how to explain.

She couldn't help to mutter, "Miss is so popular with the kids; that seems to be a headache as well."

"Not at all, that woman was attracted by my charm!"

Fu Qianchen would never admit that he is a stand-in.

"You?" Mo Xiaohu gave Fu Qianchen a quick up-and-down look, his little face full of disdain.

"You, a guy who doesn't even dare to show your face, still have charm?"

Xiao Huihui added: "Exactly, if you don't dare to show your face, you must be ugly!"

Fu Qianchen stared in surprise: "You bird, can you even speak human language?"

Xiao Huihui proudly placed a wing on her waist, lifting her chin.

"If you keep talking, do you believe I'll pluck all your feathers?!"

Xiao Huihui was terrified!

She quickly covered her soft feathers!

No one had ever dared threaten it like that!

"Little Master, he's bullying Xiao Huihui!" Xiao Huihui pleaded, feeling aggrieved.

Mo Xiaohu, seeing Xiao Huihui being bullied, instantly grew angrier: "You stinky brat, you must not bully Xiao Huihui!"

"Young Master, I wear a mask because I'm too good-looking, and I'm afraid you all feel inferior!"

"Moreover, even with a mask I can conquer that woman by charm, which shows my charm is indeed great!"

"My father said, men shouldn't look at faces!"

I don't know if it's because Fu Qianchen's continuous bombardment that made me dizzy.

Mo Xiaohu went completely off track.

"You still have a dad?"

"Could it be that you don't have?"

Mo Xiaohu shook his head, then looked at Fu Qianchen with a mocking smile, sympathizing, "You're so pitiful, you actually have a dad!"