Chapter 64: and translation of title

Fu Qianchen's face finally looked bad.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Tiger Demon King Aunt said, 'Men aren't good at all!' Moreover, my little friends in Mo Yuan, their fathers beat children; having a father makes life even worse!"

In contrast, mother is different.

Fu Qianchen, hearing this, thought it very reasonable.

His Father Lord always treated him especially strictly—this not allowed, that not permitted; even going down to the Central Region to find his mother had to be done secretly. Otherwise, he wouldn't need to wear a mask, lest people suspect he's ugly!

He looked at Mo Xiaohu, envy rare in his eyes.

Mo Xiaohu has no father—truly enviable!

"No father, isn't that happy?"

Mo Xiaohu proudly said, "Of course, unrestrained!"

"Do you have a mother?" Fu Qianchen asked softly.

In Western Extremity, he saw many children with mothers, and they all seemed quite happy.

He also really wanted to know what having a mother feels like.

"No…" Mo Xiaohu lowered his head, dejected.

"Then aren't you fatherless and motherless?" Fu Qianchen looked at Mo Xiaohu with eyes full of sympathy. Although his Father Lord is not good, at least there is someone who can protect him, but Mo Xiaohu has neither father nor mother—how pitiful!

Mo Xiaohu nodded, then hehe-laughed: "But I have Tiger Demon King Aunt and Niu Mo Wang Uncle; they treat me very well."

"They treat you so well, why are you still out looking for a mother?"

"That's different! Children with mothers are treasures; I didn't realize before, I was quite happy in Mo Yuan, but after seeing other kids with mothers—whose mothers are so nice—I came out to look for a mother."

"Have you found her?"

"Soon." Mo Xiaohu smiled confidently.

"Who?"

"Meiren Sister must be my mother!"

"You're talking nonsense!"

Fu Qianchen got angry.

That woman is certainly not Mo Xiaohu's mother; if anything, she would be Fu Qianchen's mother!

"I'm not talking nonsense; as long as Meiren Sister likes me, she becomes my mother!"

Fu Qianchen wore the expression of looking at an idiot.

He just knew that woman is certainly not Mo Xiaohu's mother!

Mo Xiaohu, what an idiot!

However, perhaps because they are both wanderers adrift in the world, Fu Qianchen no longer rejects Mo Xiaohu so much, and instead feels a mutual sympathy.

Leng Yue stood aside, listening, dazed.

She was amused by these two lively troublemakers.

Especially Xiao Hu's line "You're so pitiful, you actually have a father" almost made her laugh tears out.

Truly, children speak without restraint!

But after laughing, her eyes filled with pity.

Mo Xiaohu and Fu Ze are both pitiful children.

They both lack a mother.

Especially Mo Xiaohu, who even lacks both father and mother.

Truly heartbreaking.

"You all stop arguing. You two young ladies both like her. So stop quarreling, sit down nicely, have something to eat, and wait for her to return."

The two glanced at each other, then snorted, crossed their arms, each averting their gaze, their movements uniform and strikingly in sync.

Leng Yue was dumbfounded.

Saying these two are brothers would not be surprising at all!

When Ye Qingran returned from finishing business at the Medicine King Pavilion, she saw the two little brats each sitting at a stone table, minding their own business.

Her heart melted.

Having heard at the Medicine King Pavilion that Mo Xiaohu had returned, she wasn't that surprised, but having not seen him for a while, she missed him greatly, and upon seeing him again she was especially affectionate.

"Xiao Hu."

Ye Qingran called out, and Mo Xiaohu's stern little face instantly broke into a delighted smile.

"Meiren Sister, you're back!"

Mo Xiaohu shot like a little cannonball into Ye Qingran's embrace.

Ye Qingran held him close, feeling the familiar warmth and milky scent in her arms, and felt her heart completely filled.

Really nice.

Fu Qianchen, seeing this scene, instantly became dissatisfied.

"Hmph! Only hearing the newcomer laugh, never hearing the old one cry!"

Fu Qianchen somehow walked up to the two, his voice filled with deep resentment.

Ye Qingran: '…'

It made her seem like a scumbag.

Ye Qingran's mouth twitched, almost forgetting there was still a brat.

"I don't have that!"

Ye Qingran looked at the little brat's mouth about to flip to heaven, and couldn't help but laugh.

You don't even hug me!

Come on, I'll hug you now, okay?

No way!

Fine, you're the most tsundere.

Her eyes and brows are full of disdain, yet she seems to be saying, 'Come hug me!'

Ye Qingran didn't bother with him; she simply extended her jade arm, scooped up Fu Qianchen, and held him in her embrace as well. The two little ones filled her arms completely, just like her heart at this moment.

That feeling, as if her life were complete.

No more regrets!

Han Xing and Leng Yue stood to the side, laughing and laughing, until their eyes welled up.

How they wished that Xiao Hu and Xiao Aojiao were the young lady's children!

Then the young lady wouldn't have to toil and worry over this anymore.

May the heavens bless you, young lady, and may you find your child soon!

The mother and her two children played different games in the courtyard, while Han Xing attended to them from the side and Leng Yue went to prepare dinner.

They were all extremely clever; when playing games, each displayed their abilities, leaving Han Xing stunned time and again.

She looked at the two kids in amazement, thinking they were truly clever.

Ye Qingran's cleverness goes without saying; over the years, they've become numb to it.

I never expected the two kids the young lady picked up to be top-notch clever.

I wonder what kind of divine beings their parents are?

"Young lady, dinner is ready."

Soon, Leng Yue had filled the table with dishes.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, it's time to eat."

Ye Qingran patted the two kids' heads.

The two little rascals chased each other off to wash their hands.

In the late spring evening, the spring breeze brought warmth, and the air was filled with fragrant blossoms.

"Wow, all my favorite dishes!" said Mo Xiaohu, a little foodie, her eyes lighting up.

"My saliva's already dripping into the bowl!" warned Fu Qianchen from the side.

Yet his eyes held back excitement.

As the young master of Western Extremity Zhu Lu Zhi Dian, Fu Qianchen had received much etiquette since childhood, but that rigid life lacked the flavor of the mortal world.

Even the rarest mountain delicacies and sea flavors tasted like chewing wax to him.

Now, sitting under the locust tree, bathed in the spring breeze, with his beloved by his side, free and unrestrained, even the simplest dishes tasted delicious to him.

He did not want to, up in the clouds, forget the satisfaction of mortal life.

He only hoped that his future life would have less of the ethereal wind and dew, and more of the mortal world's warmth.

The dinner was filled with joy and harmony.

The two kids sat one on each side of Ye Qingran.

Xiao Hu would serve Ye Qingran vegetables, and Fu Qianchen would always learn one in return.

Ye Qingran fed Fu Qianchen a mouthful of rice, and Mo Xiaohu also wanted Ye Qingran to feed her.

Ye Qingran praised Fu Qianchen for eating elegantly; before Mo Xiaohu could feel down, she would definitely praise Mo Xiaohu for not being picky with food.

Impartial, the rain and dew fall evenly.

In short, the meal was especially lively.

The smiles on Han Xing and Leng Yue's faces had never been this abundant tonight.

Usually cold and quiet Ting Yu Xuan, because of the arrival of the two lively rascals, was infused with too much vitality and energy.

That night

Ye Qingran, after great effort, finally managed to lull the two kids to sleep, and weakly rubbed her forehead.

One child is easy to put to sleep; just a little coaxing and they're out.

Two kids together? That's practically hell mode!

Both kids are little clever ghosts, their heads full of extraordinary cleverness!

She must soothe them impartially, without the slightest bias, or else the other will surely complain.

Most of the time, both kids are full of energy, making a fuss for a long time before they'll sleep. Other times, when one feels sleepy, the other is likely not tired, and then insists on clinging to her, instantly waking the sleepy one.

And so it goes on.

Thus, her evenings these past few days have been spent soothing the kids.

But having said that, although the kids were a bit noisy, Ye Qingran's heart was filled with infinite satisfaction.

Looking at the two little ones' sleeping faces, she felt that everything was worth it.

Her eyes filled with infinite tenderness, she reached out and gently brushed the children's faces.

May her child, somewhere in this world, also be treated with tenderness.