Chapter 717: Before, they called him an old fogey; now they call him dad

This... that...

Yun Zhongyue said he found it difficult to speak.

"Speak up!" Ye Qingran urged. She was dying of anxiety.

Yun Zhongyue steeled himself and said, "Actually, the person my older brother likes isn't a woman, but... a man!"

Pfft~

Ye Qingran had just taken a sip of tea when she spat it out, spraying it onto Fu Hanxiu's crotch.

Good fellow!

As this melon‑eating bystander, she accidentally ended up eating her own uncle's melon!

Wuhu!

Wow!

Holy shit!

What's it like to end up eating melon gossip about your own uncle?

"Really or fake?"

"Really!" Yun Zhongyue sighed helplessly. "That man is from the Purple Apex Elixir Sect. I saw him once when I went there—he's practically a fox spirit! No wonder my older brother's soul has been stolen by him."

Yun Zhongyue looked indignant, while Ye Qingran inexplicably felt a bit excited.

"By the way, what does your uncle look like?"

Yun Zhongyue didn't understand why Ye Qingran suddenly asked that, thought for a moment, and replied, "Which of our Yun family members is ugly? Your uncle isn't any worse‑looking than me; he's just got a cold personality, doesn't like to talk, like an ice pop—boring."

Ye Qingran couldn't help but picture a loving scene of a black‑bellied ice‑cold top and a beautiful but miserable bottom.

Yun Zhongyue sighed and said to himself, "Last time, the old master urged my older brother to get married quickly, but he said he already had someone he liked. The old master had been rather pleased and asked which family's daughter it was, and my older brother openly replied, 'It's not a daughter, it's a man.'"

Ye Qingran's mouth twitched as she could already imagine Yun Batian's shock at the time and his ensuing anger.

"As a result, the old master kicked his older brother out of the house, and from then on the brother rarely came back."

Yun Zhongyue shook his head, feeling both helpless and amused.

"What type is your uncle's partner?"

"A pretty‑boy! Humph! It's all his fault—if it weren't for him, my older brother wouldn't be gay!"

Erm....

An image instantly appeared in Ye Qingran's mind.

"What kind of trashy porn are you thinking about?" Fu Hanxiu glanced at Ye Qingran's eyes darting around, a mysterious light flickering, and guessed she was definitely imagining some inappropriate scenes.

Ye Qingran gave a hehe laugh, admitting nothing she couldn't admit, and said, "Nothing much—I just think your uncle is pretty cool."

"Cool?" Yun Zhongyue couldn't understand. "How is something society doesn't accept cool at all?"

Ye Qingran disagreed, saying, "Third uncle, you just don't know—same‑sex love is true love!"

"What about opposite‑sex?"

Fu Hanxiu asked in a deep, mysterious tone.

Ye Qingran replied without hesitation, "Of course it's to continue the family line!"

After saying that, she finally realized something was off.

Fu Hanxiu raised his eyebrows. "Great, this woman treats me as a tool for continuing the family line!"

"In that case, he'll fully exercise his right to continue the family line!"

"After we go back, I'll continue the family line with you," Fu Hanxiu transmitted.

No!

She doesn't want it!

"You're different! You're my true love!" Ye Qingran hurriedly corrected herself.

Fu Hanxiu's eyes were deep and gloomy, obviously not intending to let someone off.

Upon hearing Ye Qingran say Fu Hanxiu was her true love, Yun Zhongyue instantly felt sour.

"A married daughter is like water poured out"—a saying he could previously not empathize with, but now he felt it to the fullest.

As night grew dark, Yun Zhongyue finally bade Ye Qingran farewell.

After returning to Neicheng, Yun Zhongyue thought it over and still went to Yun Batian's Jieyu Ge.

The sky had already turned completely dark; Yun Batian dragged a small stool to the doorway, began his daily most‑anticipated segment—waiting for someone.

As for who he's waiting for, no need to say more, right?

Squeak~

Yun Batian had been lost in thought just now; hearing the door open, his face lit up, he stood up with a faint smile, and said, "You came at a good..."

Before he could finish, he saw the person entering was Yun Zhongyue; the smile on his face faded bit by bit, his tone turned contemptuous, and he said, "You unfilial brat, what are you here for?"

Yun Zhongyue was in a good mood today and didn't bother with that person's usual nonsense.

His smile was like a clear breeze and bright moon, "Of course I'm here to see you."

"Come see if I'm dead or not?"

Yun Zhongyue's mouth twitched. "You're my dad—I'm just coming to see you, isn't that normal?"

Yun Batian blinked, then narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "Before they called you an old fogey, now they call you dad—quick, say what your ulterior motive is!"

Yun Zhongyue: "........"

Yun Zhongyue sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, tilted his head to admire the stars overhead, and couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from turning up.

Seeing this, Yun Batian couldn't help but be stunned.

In his memory, this son hadn't smiled like that since his sister went missing.

"Could it be that he really saw a ghost?"

Yun Batian muttered, then walked over and sat down beside Yun Zhongyue.

"Dad, I met someone today."

"Really? I thought you'd seen a ghost!"

Yun Zhongyue struggled to maintain his composure, silently telling himself this was his birth father!

"Who is it?" Yun Batian couldn't help but become curious.

Yun Zhongyue recalled everything that had happened today, feeling so happy, joyful, fulfilled, yet almost unreal...

His sister was still alive, giving him a niece—oh, a niece as lovely as a little fairy, the most beautiful and most outstanding niece in the world.

"If this is a dream, I wish never to wake up." He whispered softly.

Seeing Yun Zhongyue ignore him for a long time and still muttering to himself lost in thought, Yun Batian flew into a rage, low growling: "I asked you who it was—why haven't you answered after all this time!"

"What?"

"Didn't you say you met someone today? I'm asking you who it is!" He has such a temper! If he weren't his own son, he'd have slapped him away by now!

"Oh, nothing." Yun Zhongyue suddenly remembered Ye Qingran had told him not to speak, so he swallowed the words that were about to leave his mouth.

Damn it...

Yun Batian's temper flared, whooshing straight up!

"You little brat, you're messing with me!"

Yun Batian roared, kicked off his shoe, and hurled it at Yun Zhongyue.

Yun Zhongyue jumped up and ran; the father and son chased each other around the courtyard, causing a ruckus with chickens flying and dogs barking.

Jieyu Ge, rarely this lively.