Chapter 82: Uncle Mo

Lin Jiang Ge

Ye Huanhuan and a few others booked a private room right opposite Ye Qingran's private room.

Through the window, one could see the door of Ye Qingran's private room.

Dongfang Mo was also at Lin Jiang Ge today.

Upon hearing a subordinate report that Ye Qingran had been seen on the fourth floor, he had Qingshu push him to knock on the door of Ye Qingran's private room.

Ye Qingran was also startled when she saw Dongfang Mo outside.

"Ninth Prince?"

"I heard your voice, so I came to check; I didn't expect it to be you. Sorry for the intrusion. Your private room is lively—do you have guests?"

"No, they're all acquaintances."

"Perfect, I'm alone as well. May I join the fun? If it's inconvenient, never mind."

Uh...

Ye Qingran lowered her eyes, gazing at the jade-like Ninth Prince before her, unable to find words to refuse.

"It's fine, it's fine—it's just that the child is a bit rambunctious, afraid of disturbing the Ninth Prince."

Child?

Dongfang Mo blinked in surprise.

Ye Huanhuan's party watched all of this through the window.

"I never expected the Ninth Prince to be here; truly, coincidence writes itself!"

"The Ninth Prince entered Ye Qingran's private room!"

"Isn't that even better? National Master will arrive soon; seeing Ye Qingran with the Ninth Prince together will surely pique his interest!"

The three wore expressions of schadenfreude.

When National Master arrives later, it will be truly spectacular!

Dongfang Mo entered the private room and saw the child Ye Qingran mentioned.

One wore a mask and ate elegantly; the other was unmasked, handsome and refined, but ate in a more Wild manner.

There was also a bird that looked like a sparrow, but when it ate, it resembled a... pig.

Dongfang Mo's calm expression showed a rare moment of astonishment.

"They are your children?"

"No. They got separated from their families and are staying with me for now," Ye Qingran said, shaking her head graciously.

She actually hoped that Xiao Hu and Xiao Aojiao were her children!

Dongfang Mo nodded and couldn't help praising, "Miss Ye, chivalrous and kind-hearted, truly admirable."

Behind him, Qingshu also wore a look of admiration.

A noble lady still awaiting marriage, willing to take in two orphaned children, needs not only goodwill but also courage.

However, the two children have an astonishing temperament, seemingly not from ordinary families.

"Xiao Hu, Fu Ze, this is the Ninth Prince," Ye Qingran introduced to Xiao Hu and Xiao Aojiao.

"I've met the Ninth Prince!"

The two cute youngsters replied in unison, obedient and sensible.

"You can call me Uncle Mo."

"Uncle Mo!"

Again in unison, soft and adorable.

Dongfang Mo smiled, then turned to have Qingshu produce two gifts.

Two pieces of mutton-fat jade, clearly not ordinary.

"The Ninth Prince is too courteous."

Ye Qingran waved her hand to decline.

"It should be."

Dongfang Mo was resolute.

So, while Mo Xiaohu and Fu Qianchen ate, they received a gift.

"Thank you, Uncle Mo."

Mo Xiaohu immediately climbed onto Dongfang Mo's leg, eyes big, watery and dark, curiously surveying him.

Rice grains still clung to its mouth, lips puffy with oil.

Qingshu was startled and tried to lift Xiao Hu down.

The master's leg couldn't endure such tossing.

However, before he could touch Mo Xiaohu, Dongfang Mo halted him with a glance.

"Uncle Mo, you're very handsome!"

"Thank you."

Countless people have praised his looks, which he never took to heart. Yet Xiao Hu's compliment warmed his core.

He looked at Mo Xiaohu with gentle eyes, noticing that up close his features were exquisitely delicate, his eyes like black grapes, full of spirit; perhaps an illusion, but he felt that Xiao Hu's brows, eyes, and lip shape, upon close inspection, bore a few resemblances to Ye Qingran.

He stared at Xiao Hu for a while, then shifted his gaze to Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran sensed his odd behavior and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

"No. I just think this child's brows, eyes, and lip shape are somewhat like yours." Since Ye Qingran had already said the child wasn't hers, he naturally wouldn't doubt that the child was Ye Qingran's.

Just felt it was interesting.

Ye Qingran raised her brows: "Really? Maybe he's been by my side for a while." She said this, but doubt took root in her heart.

This wasn't the first time she had heard this.

Han Xing Leng Yue had also said this.

That soul-deep affinity upon first meeting, the mango allergy, and some similar appearance…

Is all this really a coincidence?

At this moment, Fu Qianchen also came before Dongfang Mo.

He glanced at Dongfang Mo's leg under his robe, then tugged at Mo Xiaohu's sleeve.

"Mo Xiaohu, come down quickly; you're making Uncle Mo uncomfortable!"

Dongfang Mo froze; he hadn't expected this child to be so thoughtful.

Mo Xiaohu seemed to realize this only then.

"Ah? Sorry, Uncle Mo, Xiao Hu didn't mean to!"

Mo Xiaohu apologized while hastily getting off Dongfang Mo.

"I'm fine; you're too small to hurt me." Dongfang Mo said with a gentle smile.

The two kids looked at the man before them and, remarkably, had the same thought: I wish my father were this gentle!

Looking at the two sensible and cute little ones, a soft smile appeared in Dongfang Mo's eyes; he felt that this world really still had much warmth and softness.

Qingshu, upon hearing that, couldn't help but press his lips, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes.

"Ninth Prince, if you don't mind, let's eat something together; I'll order a few more dishes."

"Then I won't be polite."

…

"The Ninth Prince is actually dining with Ye Qingran! This Ye Qingran is truly a seductress, born to lure men—first the Ninth Prince, then the National Master!"

Mu Qingrou clenched her fists and spoke angrily, her tone both sour and furious.

"Don't be angry first. Isn't she smiling happily now? When the National Master arrives, I doubt she'll still be able to smile."

Ye Huanhuan snorted coldly.

As they spoke, a tall figure descended like light.

Upon taking a closer look, it was actually the National Master!

The three of them lit up, involuntarily rising to their feet, making sure their appearance was proper, then immediately stepped out of the private room to greet him.

The National Master today wore a black outfit, making him even more extraordinarily handsome; his every gesture exuded noble dignity, like a demon god.

In the eyes of Ye Huanhuan and the three people, a flash of affection passed.

They secretly harbored desires, unconsciously daydreaming about spending a spring night with such a peerlessly beautiful man, the National Master…