Chapter 84: Your son is much better-looking than you

Everyone: "……"

Everyone felt something was off!

Fu Qianchen in the private box, hearing Ye Qingran's words, felt his heart leap to his throat.

Father Lord, between him and him, only a thin wall separates them!

He was absolutely certain that if he appeared under Father Lord's eyes, he would definitely be recognized!

No!!!

He must not be discovered by Father Lord, otherwise he would be dragged back to Western Extremity!

He didn't want to return to the cold Western Extremity!

His eyes darted, Fu Qianchen's feet moved faster than his thoughts; at lightning speed he reached the window and, without thinking, jumped out with a "swish".

Leaving the stunned Mo Xiaohu, he silently gave a thumbs up.

Fu Ze, old brother, you're so agile!

"Hey, Xiao Aojiao, what are you doing?"

Han Xing, seeing this, shouted aloud.

Mo Xiaohu leaned against the window, watching Fu Qianchen clutch his stomach and sprint away after landing, covering his mouth as he chuckled: "Meiren Sister, let's not bother him; he must have eaten too much and got a stomachache!"

Han Xing frowned suspiciously.

Is that really the case?

Ye Qingran was drawn in by Han Xing's voice and discovered that Fu Ze was not there.

"Mother, Fu Ze probably had a stomachache and felt embarrassed, so he jumped out the window and left."

Ye Qingran: "???"

Xiao Aojiao wasn't there, and Ye Qingran didn't bother with him; she pulled Mo Xiaohu out of the private room.

Fu Hanxiu's gaze fell on the hand she held Xiao Hu with, finally settling on Mo Xiaohu.

This child…

A strange feeling welled up in his heart.

It seemed, as if they had met before?

Fu Hanxiu froze, his sharp brows involuntarily knitting.

Just a moment ago, he actually felt this child was familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Truly eerie.

But upon closer look, this child is about the same age as Fu Qianchen and looks similar; he must be having an illusion.

When Mo Xiaohu looked level, he could only see Fu Hanxiu's knees.

Then he slowly raised his head, finally lifting his neck high, and only then saw the person's face.

He couldn't help but wonder how this person could be so tall.

After seeing the man's appearance clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.

But he clearly had never seen this uncle before!

For a moment, Mo Xiaohu stood dazed, staring blankly at the man before him.

"How strange!" After a while, Mo Xiaohu, having regained his senses, muttered.

"What's wrong?"

Ye Qingran lowered her head to look at Xiao Hu and asked softly.

"Nothing." Mo Xiaohu shook his head, "I just feel this uncle looks very familiar, as if I've seen him somewhere."

Ye Qingran didn't mind, smiling: "This is the renowned National Master of our Donglin Country; you might have seen him before."

Mo Xiaohu nodded, "Oh, that's it."

No wonder he felt familiar.

Fu Hanxiu observed their interaction.

Ye Qingran usually carries a hint of aloofness in her demeanor, like the moon in the heavens. But when she looked at that child, her aura seemed to soften.

Fu Hanxiu's brows barely twitched as he blurted out without thinking: "Is this your child?"

This child must be hers with someone else, right?

Just thinking of that possibility, Fu Hanxiu's aura sank uncontrollably.

Today he was already dressed in black, his aura cold and aloof, making him seem even more distant and unapproachable. As his mood worsened, his surroundings seemed to be dusted with frost, sending chills down one's spine.

Ye Qingran didn't know how she had offended this lord.

It seemed she hadn't said anything at all.

Why does he look so displeased?

Mo Xiaohu didn't want to implicate Ye Qingran's reputation because of himself, so he opened his mouth to explain, but Ye Qingran beat him to it.

"National Master, you have keen eyes; Xiao Hu is my child!"

Saying this, fearing Fu Hanxiu wouldn't believe her, she scooped up Mo Xiaohu in one arm and affectionately rubbed his little cheek.

"How about it, do we look quite alike?"

The tool-person Mo Xiaohu had temporarily lost his ability to think.

What did Meiren Sister say?

Saying he is her child?

Happiness came too suddenly.!

He truly hoped this was real.

Let time stop at this moment and become eternity!

Fu Hanxiu said nothing, but Fu San nodded with an approving expression.

"Miss Ye, your son's brows, eyes, and lip shape are quite like yours!"

After saying that, Fu San's expression stiffened, feeling a cold, sharp gaze shoot at him from behind.

"Fu San, I think your eyes might have a problem; go back to Western Extremity to get them checked."

Fu San: ……

Your Majesty, I suspect you are using public affairs for private gain!

Clearly, Miss Ye and his son's eyes and lip shape are indeed quite similar.

Upon hearing Fu San say that, Ye Qingran glanced at Mo Xiaohu's eyes and, to her surprise, discovered they really were quite similar.

Moreover, this is already the second time today I've heard such a remark.

"Could it really be that spending so much time with Xiao Hu has made him grow more and more like me?"

Ye Qingran thought to herself, yet she couldn't help recalling the details from the auction booth about Xiao Hu's mango allergy.

Really, is it all just coincidence?

Ye Qingran pressed her lips, gradually forming a plan in her heart.

At that moment, Fu Hanxiu's hateful voice came through.

"What resemblance? You're so ugly, your son looks far better than you."

Ye Qingran: ……

Detestable!

If they don't resemble, they don't; why resort to personal attacks?

Besides, where is she ugly?

She is the First Beauty of Xiliang City!

"National Master is also here."

A warm, jade-like voice came from Ye Qingran's private booth.

Immediately after, Dongfang Mo was pushed out of the booth by Qing Shu.

When Fu Hanxiu saw Dongfang Mo, he narrowed his eyes, and an extreme chill spread from the depths of his gaze.

"How come the Ninth Prince is also here?"

"I had lunch together with Miss Ye."

After Dongfang Mo said that, Fu San felt a blast of cold wind blowing at him, almost freezing him into an icicle!

Fu San glared at Dongfang Mo unfriendly.

Although this fellow's legs are inconvenient and he can only rely on a wheelchair, it's undeniable that his face is still quite handsome. Especially his bearing, like a jade nobleman, easily captivates young maidens.

Ye Qingran pressed her lips, feeling the atmosphere a bit awkward, and also inexplicably not wanting Fu Hanxiu to misunderstand, so she explained: "I happened to run into the Ninth Prince here, so we decided to eat together."

After Ye Qingran finished explaining, she suddenly felt that saying it was worse than not saying it, as it sounded like a clumsy attempt to hide something.

Why did she need to explain?

Why did she feel guilty?

It's really strange and weird!

"Sister, there's another child, right?"

Ye Qingran gave Ye Huahuan a cold glance, didn't deny it, and said lightly: "He went out to play."

Fu Hanxiu's face grew even darker.

Hearing others say she has two children is different from hearing her admit it herself.

Especially seeing Ye Qingran holding a child's hand, with Dongfang Mo beside them, they appeared blissfully happy, like a family of three.

A sour feeling surged up uncontrollably.

Fu Hanxiu has lived so many years, never before feeling such complex and uncontrollable emotions as today.

"Fu San, return to the manor!"

His voice was as cold as icy frost, making anyone who heard it tremble in heart and soul.

Fu Hanxiu feared that if he kept looking, he would lose control and do something irreversible; thus he coldly ordered, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Ye Huahuan and the two others saw Fu Hanxiu stride away, obviously in a very bad mood, unable to keep the smiles on their faces.

Although we didn't see the National Master and Ye Qingran fall out, after today the National Master will surely distance himself from Ye Qingran, right?

If it weren't for the Ninth Prince still being present, they would definitely flaunt their power in front of Ye Qingran.

The National Master has left, and Ye Huahuan and the others quickly followed suit.

Watching Fu Hanxiu leave, a dark hue flickered across Ye Qingran's beautiful eyes.

Just as Fu Hanxiu had stepped out, Fu Qianchen suddenly appeared from somewhere.

Ye Qingran saw Fu Qianchen and asked: "Your stomach's not acting up anymore?"

"Mm-hmm, all better!" Fu Qianchen nodded vigorously.

Huu~

He was scared to death!

Fortunately he was quick-witted; otherwise, if Father Lord found out, he'd be dead for sure.

Ye Qingran wore a doubtful expression.

How does it feel like he's deliberately avoiding Fu Hanxiu?