Chapter 89: Bad Uncle, Little Fox No Longer Likes You!

Fu San Yi looked bewildered.

Fu Hanxiu lightly raised his sword eyebrows.

Although Mo Xiaohu's words were novel, he could generally understand his meaning.

Did your mother teach you to say that?

Mo Xiaohu nodded proudly.

Your mother is really interesting!

Mo Xiaohu frowned, wondering what the villain uncle meant by that.

Are you coveting his beautiful mother?

The beautiful mother is mine; you're not allowed to have designs on her!

Fu Hanxiu looked at him with ill intent: 'Kid, how would you like it if I became your stepfather?'

Fu San: '......'

How could you even do something like becoming a stepfather?!

Your Majesty, you've fallen!

Mo Xiaohu glared at him with utter contempt.

What are you daydreaming about?

Fu Hanxiu: '......'

Pretty Sister, something's wrong—Mo Xiaohu has been taken by the National Master's residence!

Fu Qianchen hurried back to Ting Yu Xuan.

Ye Qingran, who was using her will to farm in the Shen Nong Space, heard this and jumped up.

National Master's residence!

Fu Hanxiu!

How could Xiao Hu be captured by the National Master's residence?

Fu Qianchen hesitated, then said: 'It seems the National Master's residence mistook him for their young master.'

Ye Qingran heard this and had no doubts, since Fu Hanxiu had once told her he had a five-year-old son just like Xiao Hu.

Just how similar is Xiao Hu to his son? Could they really be mistaken for each other?

Stay here, don't go anywhere, and wait obediently for my return.

Fu Qianchen nodded like pounding garlic.

He would rather not go anywhere.

The outside world is too dangerous.

National Master's residence.

Fu San watched Mo Xiaohu from the side, unsure if it was his imagination, but he inexplicably felt that Mo Xiaohu somewhat resembled Your Majesty.

Fu San shook his head.

He must have gone crazy.

Villain uncle, when will you let me go?

Mo Xiaohu was extremely bored.

This villain uncle, having mistaken the person, still won't let him go—could he be plotting to kill him?

You're still young; if I let you go, what if you encounter bad people on the road?

I'm not afraid at all!

If anything happens to you, your mother will surely come to seek revenge on me.

Then just take me back.

Why should I take you back?

Fu Hanxiu said it as if it were obvious.

Mo Xiaohu was about to burst with anger.

Unreasonable, truly unreasonable!

Fu Qianchen's father is nothing but a scumbag!

Your Majesty, Miss Ye requests an audience.

A servant came to report.

Mo Xiaohu's eyes lit up, overjoyed: 'Is the beautiful mother here?'

Fu Hanxiu raised his sword eyebrows, a glint flashing in his eyes, and calmly said: 'Please let her in.'

Ye Qingran strode into the front hall, her peerless beauty outshining snow.

Seeing Fu Hanxiu seated in the place of honor, leisurely sipping tea, and Mo Xiaohu sitting in the guest seat with his short legs unable to reach the floor.

Ye Qingran saw that Mo Xiaohu was unharmed, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Fu Hanxiu with scrutiny.

The matter of the Five-colored Emperor Flower being poisoned—she is still investigating it; before the truth comes to light, Fu Hanxiu is the most suspicious.

So now she can no longer treat him as she used to.

Feeling Ye Qingran's aloof and distant gaze, Fu Hanxiu lifted his eyes to meet hers.

Ye Qingran remained expressionless, averting her gaze when he looked over.

Beautiful mother!

Ye Qingran heard Xiao Hu's voice, broke into a smile, walked over and embraced her.

Xiao Hu, are you alright?

I'm fine. I just miss the beautiful mother a little.

Mo Xiaohu rubbed against Ye Qingran's embrace, sniffing that fragrant scent; the wounded little soul finally found solace.

Still, a beautiful mother is the best!

Xiao Hu felt moved.

Fragrant and soft.

Seeing this scene of maternal kindness and filial piety, a sour feeling like a wave surged up Fu Hanxiu's heart.

His eyes, like an abyss, were dark and unfathomable, as if stained with the utmost ink.

Ye Qingran furrowed her brows.

She didn't even question why Fu Hanxiu had kidnapped Mo Xiaohu, yet he was unhappy about it?

Because of the Mo Xiaohu incident, plus the poisoning of the Five-colored Emperor Flower, Ye Qingran's mood was terrible; thus the guilt she originally felt from sleeping with the National Master faded considerably.

"National Master, why did you bring Xiao Hu to the Guoshi Fu for no reason?"

Fu Hanxiu stared, stunned.

This was the first time Ye Qingran dared to speak to him in such a tone.

For a moment, his already bad mood grew worse.

What he wanted to explain properly turned out like this.

"As the National Master, I do what I want; do I need a reason?"

Even Fu San was stunned.

This seemed to be the first time Your Majesty spoke to Ye Qingran with such arrogant and licentious attitude!

Ye Qingran's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Her scarlet lips slowly curved into a lone, cold arc.

Yeah, he's the National Master, even a big shot of Xi Ji; doing these things, who needs a reason?

"Since the National Master said that, I have nothing to say; Xiao Hu, let's go home!"

Ye Qingran said, holding Mo Xiaohu, and turned to leave.

"Ye Qingran, do you treat the Guoshi Fu as your home? Come and go as you please?"

"Do you think I wanted to come? If not for you kidnapping my child, I wouldn't come even if you invited me!"

Ye Qingran stood with the child below the front hall steps, turned, slightly raised her head, and stared straight at Fu Hanxiu.

Her voice was clear, tinged with suppressed anger and some inexplicable irritation.

The slanting sunlight streamed through the gate, falling on her exquisite figure, gilding it with a warm golden edge.

Fu San stood aside, dumbfounded.

"Miss Ye, how did you start arguing with Your Majesty?"

Moreover, this feeling is just like a quarreling… couple?

The Dark Guards hidden all around were also shocked, secretly admiring Ye Qingran.

She is definitely the first woman daring to speak to Your Majesty like that!

Fu Hanxiu's sword-brows knotted.

His whole body tensed, his scarlet thin lips pressed into a line.

Dark aura continually emanated from him, like a demon god.

Ye Qingran said, if not for the child, even if he invited her, she wouldn't come!

Good!

Really good!

As expected, last time he invited her to view flowers, she was unwilling, right?

She finally spoke her true feelings!

"Good, you don't want to come, then get out!"

He pointed to the door, his magnetic voice low, suppressing furious rage, and commanded.

Ye Qingran's pupils contracted slightly, she stared blankly.

She never imagined Fu Hanxiu's attitude toward her could be this awful.

She had thought their relationship, even if they couldn't achieve heart-to-heart understanding, could at least reach the gentleman's friendship, as pure as water.

But she was wrong.

Perhaps they are ultimately people from two different worlds.

"Get lost then; I don't even want to stay at the Guoshi Fu!"

Thinking this, Ye Qingran said nothing more and turned to leave.

That clear, elegant figure was utterly cold and aloof.

Mo Xiaohu's little head rested on Ye Qingran's shoulder, pouting as he looked at the demon-like dark Fu Hanxiu, furrowing his tiny brows.

"Bad uncle, Xiao Hu doesn't like you anymore!"

After Ye Qingran's silhouette vanished, Fu Hanxiu's brows sank; a burst of energy radiated from him, and in the blink of an eye, the whole courtyard was destroyed.

Fu San secretly felt shocked.

Never before had he seen Your Majesty so furious!