Chapter 88: Is Fu Qianchi

Listening to Fu Qianchi's tone, it seemed he wasn't deceiving him.

His expression grew solemn, and a few leapt to catch up with Fu Qianchi, whispering, "What big event has happened?"

"I've been discovered by my father!"

"Then are you about to be taken away by your father?"

Mo Xiaohu's eyes lit up, and his tone carried a hint of youthful excitement.

He thought, this is truly wonderful; if Fu Qianchi returns to his father, then the beautiful mother will be his alone from now on!

Fu Qianchi gritted his teeth, so angry his head hurt.

This Mo Xiaohu really hoped he would be captured and taken back!

"If I'm taken away, no one will play hide-and-seek with you!" Fu Qianchi said irritably.

Mo Xiaohu frowned.

Fu Qianchi's words sounded quite reasonable!

Fu Qianchi continued to persuade kindly: "If I'm caught by Father Lord, I'll be taken back to Xi Ji; if I leave without saying goodbye, Pretty Sister will surely be upset!"

Those words were undoubtedly like a strong medicine.

Mo Xiaohu especially couldn't stand seeing the beautiful mother suffer.

He hurriedly asked, "Then how can I help you?"

Fu San entered an alley, saw the person had vanished, and prepared to search with his spiritual sense; at that moment a tiny human figure slipped out from the corner ahead with a swoosh.

"Little Master, don't run, you can't outrun me!"

Fu San chuckled, his figure flashed, and he quickly intercepted that small silhouette.

A familiar shape, a familiar outline.

After confirming with his gaze, it was undoubtedly Little Master!

"Huh, you Little Master, why are you still wearing a mask?"

Fu San said he would go fetch it, but a glance stopped him.

Wow, indeed it's Little Master, that sharp gaze, just as expected!

Fu San gave a sly smile and withdrew his hand.

"Little Master, venturing alone into the Lower Central Realm is dangerous; Your Majesty is worried about you! Let's hurry back; Your Majesty will be very pleased to see you."

Your Majesty?

Mo Xiaohu's pitch‑black eyes showed a hint of confusion.

Fu Qianchi's father is called Your Majesty?

Fu Your Majesty?

What a strange name!

Fu San cheerfully returned to Guoshi Fu.

The Dark Guard in the mansion saw Fu San carrying a child back and asked in surprise, "Protector San, why are you carrying a child back?"

Fu San glanced at the Dark Guard with displeasure, saying, "What do you mean 'child' or not? This is the Little Lord of the Summit of the Hunt! Upon seeing the Little Lord, you should quickly pay your respects!"

What, their Little Lord of the Summit of the Hunt?

The Dark Guard, terrified, scrambled to the ground in a flurry of kneeling.

"Your subordinate has seen the Little Lord!"

Looking down at the kneeling Dark Guard, Mo Xiaohu's mouth beneath the mask gaped wide.

Wow~

So imposing!

Fu Qianchi's father seems quite formidable!

Fu San took Mo Xiaohu to find Fu Hanxiu.

Today, he wore a black outfit, his body tall and upright, like a demonic god, his temperament aloof and cold, bearing imperial aura yet also gloomy and dark.

He looked exactly like a great villain!

Mo Xiaohu blinked.

National Master Uncle truly is Fu Qianchi's father!

He really looks just like Fu Qianchi!

"That day, no wonder Fu Ze suddenly had an upset stomach; it was indeed to distract others!"

Mo Xiaohu muttered sarcastically in his heart.

Seeing Fu San bring a child in, Fu Hanxiu was slightly startled, but quickly returned to his normal expression.

"Had enough fun?"

His tone was cold and deep, like frost falling in winter; Mo Xiaohu suddenly felt as if he had gone from a warm spring to an instant winter.

He suddenly missed the gentle, soft, warm Meiren Sister!

No wonder Fu Qianchi dislikes his father; if he were in his place, he wouldn't like him either!

Cold and hard!

Seeing Mo Xiaohu remain silent, Fu Hanxiu glanced at him again; the father and son stared at each other, and for a moment neither spoke.

Mo Xiaohu, fearing to reveal the truth, simply pretended to be deaf and mute.

Fu Hanxiu found it odd; normally his son is silent, but in front of him he answers any question.

Could it be that on the way through the Lower Central Realm, he was frightened?

Fu San laughed heartily, breaking the silence: "Your Majesty, perhaps Little Master is shy of close contact."

Mo Xiaohu glared at the foolishly smiling Fu San, thinking: You're the shy one near people—I don't even know you! What's there to be shy about?

"Take off the mask!"

The tone of a command, not to be questioned.

Fierce!

Mo Xiaohu shook his head like a rattle drum.

If I don't take it off, taking it off would give me away!

"After running away for a while, your courage's grown—you dare not listen to me?" Fu Hanxiu's tone sank slightly, his whole aura turning icy, making people feel a chill.

No wonder Fu Ze wanted to run away—with such a fierce father, he'd leave home too! If a deadline were added, he'd choose ten thousand years!

Mo Xiaohu's resolve grew firmer: from now on, he'd seek only his mother, never his father.

Father is so terrifying—what's the point of seeking him?

Is he scary?

"Will you take it off yourself, or shall I help you?"

Fu San's smile faded.

He could tell Your Majesty was in a foul mood.

Already upset because the young master had run away, he was further defied by the young master—his mood could hardly improve.

Your Majesty always maintained that stern image before the young master.

"Young master, little ancestor, just obey."

Otherwise, you'll be the one punished!

Mo Xiaohu had decided to fight to the bitter end.

Take off the mask and you'll be exposed right away; keep it on and you can delay a bit longer.

In his heart, he'd given Fu Qianchen a good scolding.

Very good!

Fu Hanxiu laughed in anger.

He never imagined his own son could be so stubborn!

His aura sank; Mo Xiaohu only felt a gust of strong wind coming. Before he could react, the mask on his face shattered with a bang, turning to powder that blew away, revealing a delicate, cute little face.

Ah!

Fu San stared as if seeing a ghost, nearly throwing the Mo Xiaohu in his arms away!

Who is this strange little doll?!

Where is his young master?!

No!

This doll also looks familiar…

Fu Hanxiu's expression shifted; in his dark, deep eyes, light flickered, obscure and unfathomable.

It's him!

The child Qin Ge saw!

Ye Qingran's son!

"How can it be you?"

Fu Hanxiu asked in a low voice, though his tone lacked the earlier harshness.

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, Mo Xiaohu decided to go all out.

"Wasn't it you who caught me?"

He pointed at Fu San: "I was playing hide-and-seek outside with my friends when this strange uncle, like a pervert, came after me without a word, caught me, and brought me here."

The pervert-like Fu San: "……"

He, how innocent!

"I haven't even asked why you brought me here, yet you're the first to complain—is there any law left?"

"I tell you, what you're doing is kidnapping, it's illegal!"

"If you don't release me, I'll go to the authorities and report you for child trafficking!"

……

Fu San lowered his head, watching Mo Xiaohu's mouth open and close, spouting righteous words nonstop, his eyes widening more and more.

Miss Ye's child, he's awfully talkative!

Fu Hanxiu, who had been full of anger, gradually saw it fade.

He looked at the delicate-faced boy before him and noticed the child's lips resembled Ye Qingran's; closer inspection showed their brows and eyes also shared some similarity.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, the moment he saw him, his heart softened.

He felt an urge to hold him close and protect him.

But thinking that this child was Ye Qingran's with another man, he felt an inexplicable jealousy.

That sour jealousy, arising from nowhere, diluted his innate pity for the child.

He slightly furrowed his brows, not wanting to look at him anymore.

Yet seeing his heroic, spirited appearance, inexplicably cute, he felt like teasing him.

He curled the corner of his lip, revealing a villainous, wanton smile: "Go ahead and try reporting to the authorities—I'd like to see which office would dare accept a case from the Guoshi Fu."

Just…

Arrogant and overbearing, supreme, looking down on all, reversing right and wrong, utterly vicious…

Mo Xiaohu instantly opened his mouth.

Countless derogatory words sprang up in my heart.

This person is really over the top, actually using power to bully others!

Despicable!

"The beautiful mother said, 'You, such a big villain, no matter which episode you survive to, will eventually get a boxed lunch!'"

What?