Chapter 047: Upgraded to Senior Dad Candidate (Second Update)

Yun Feiyue closed her eyes, then opened them again. She hadn’t been mistaken—Mo Feiyuan was indeed accompanied by a woman, and they looked rather close!

“Mother, they seem to be enjoying their conversation!” Little Mumu blinked innocently, gazing up at Yun Feiyue. “Should I go and break them up?”

No sooner had the words left his lips than Little Mumu bounded off toward Yanyang Pavilion.

“Damn it, come back here!” At the very least, they needed a plan first.

Yun Feiyue darted after him, caught Little Mumu, and landed gently on the ground. By chance, she ended up standing directly in front of Mo Feiyuan. She was startled for a moment but quickly regained her composure. Her gaze fell on the woman beside Mo Feiyuan, and she raised a smile. “Feiyuan, it’s been so long. And this is…?” She deliberately addressed him with such familiarity, just to see how he would react.

Mo Feiyuan looked at Yun Feiyue. Though his expression remained as impassive as ever, there was a gentleness about him that hadn’t been there at their first meeting. “She’s just—”

Before he could finish, the woman interjected, “I am—” But as she sensed Yun Feiyue’s presence, she caught the trace of his mark upon her. She bit her lip, a flurry of emotions flickering through her eyes: surprise, disgust, even fear.

All these subtle expressions did not escape Yun Feiyue’s notice, and she found it rather amusing. How interesting—did this woman know her? Yun Feiyue herself felt no particular antipathy toward her, yet the woman was quick to show her dislike. Was it an illusion? No, it must be a misunderstanding.

When Yun Feiyue looked at her again, the woman was all composed grace, her lovely face blooming with a perfectly measured smile, an air of superiority as if the world belonged to her alone.

“I am—” she began again, attempting to introduce herself.

Yun Feiyue simply ignored her, stepping past to stand before Mo Feiyuan. “So, where have you been these past few days? You left without a word. My second brother was just talking about you this morning, worrying you’d left without saying goodbye.”

“It’s nothing,” Mo Feiyuan replied, turning to Yun Feiyue and gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, plucking a pear blossom petal from her hair.

Mo Mei, watching from the side, felt her expression twist in disbelief. Impossible! Since when was Mo Feiyuan ever so gentle? No! She even shook her head, thinking she must be seeing things, but the two were indeed engrossed in pleasant conversation.

“In spring, pear blossoms are a nuisance, falling everywhere.”

“They’re quite beautiful, though,” Mo Feiyuan replied softly, but his gaze was warm.

“Are you saying I’m beautiful, or the flowers are?” she asked with a smile.

Little Mumu quickly chimed in, “The flowers aren’t as pretty as Mother! Mother is as lovely as jade, and Iceberg Brother is handsome—they’re a match made in heaven!”

Mo Mei was completely ignored…

She bit her lip. When had he ever shown her such tenderness? She glared at Yun Feiyue once more. This woman… she should have died. Back then, her soul lamp was extinguished, beyond hope… But now was no time for such thoughts. She had to stop them from being together.

“Lord Hidden God, I have matters to report,” Mo Mei stepped forward, her voice measured and respectful. That was always their dynamic.

“Iceberg Brother, why don’t we go admire the pear blossoms? Our ugly maid has just made pear blossom cakes—they’re delicious!” Little Mumu tugged at Mo Feiyuan’s sleeve, trying to act cute.

Mo Feiyuan’s brow relaxed, and though he didn’t smile, there was an unmistakable sense of contentment about him. He picked Little Mumu up. “Very well.”

The three of them set off toward the pear blossom grove, leaving Mo Mei behind. He had always been cold, and she had grown accustomed to it. But why was he different now?

“Ha, did you see that?” Mo Twelve, grinning, hung upside down from a willow tree, his head dangling right in front of Mo Mei.

Mo Mei pursed her lips and nodded. “We cannot allow Lord Hidden God to be led astray. That woman must not stay by his side. Otherwise, disaster will follow.”

“So, what do you plan to do?” Mo Twelve narrowed his eyes at Mo Mei.

A wicked smile twisted Mo Mei’s delicate features. “I’ll handle it.”

“Suit yourself. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—don’t you dare try to kill her. If you do, I promise your death will not be pleasant. After all, she’s the woman I want. If you have the ability, win Mo Feiyuan’s heart first.”

With that, Mo Twelve flipped down from the tree, landing in front of Mo Mei with an expression of mock sympathy. “What a waste—such a pretty face, too.”

Mo Mei shot Mo Twelve a frosty look, then turned to gaze at the retreating figures, an unreadable emotion in her eyes.

“Mo Mei, why don’t we join forces?”

“Heh, are you trying to get me killed by Mo Feiyuan?”

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Amid the radiant pear blossom grove stood a delicate yellow pearwood table, intricately carved. Chunhua had arranged cakes on the table and now stood demurely to the side.

Mo Feiyuan sat opposite Yun Feiyue, picked up a piece of cake, and took a gentle bite. “Delicious.”

“Iceberg Brother, honestly, my Feiyue is even tastier!” Little Mumu immediately slipped into a salesman’s role. “Though she’s a bit hot-tempered, a bit silly, a bit childish, a bit of a gambler, a bit of a spendthrift, and a bit flat-chested, she’s still got a great flavor.”

What other qualities could he possibly mention? Yun Feiyue’s forehead darkened with exasperation. This rascal—spare the rod, spoil the child!

“Little Mu, have you said enough?” she said, smiling at him with a warning glint.

Little Mumu gazed back at her with innocent eyes, but there was a sly grin beneath—he was only doing it for her sake.

Watching the pair, Mo Feiyuan felt a rare warmth blossom in his heart. Perhaps, if he told them the truth, he could protect them openly and keep them safe from harm.

Unknowingly, a special smile rose to his lips. “Just how tasty is she?”

Yes! The fish had bitten! Little Mumu shot Yun Feiyue a triumphant look. “If you want a taste of my Feiyue, you have to spoil her—and me. Also, you can’t bully Feiyue, you can’t turn on her. Feiyue is always right!”

Yun Feiyue nodded in satisfaction. The little rascal had finally shown some conscience.

“Hmm…” Mo Feiyuan seemed to be weighing a matter of great importance.

Hmph, if he doesn’t agree, so be it! What’s he thinking… If he wanted to agree, she might not!

“Children say the strangest things. Don’t pay them any mind.”

“Is that so? But what if I take it seriously?” He fixed Yun Feiyue with a penetrating gaze, the icy barrier in his eyes melting away, his stare reaching straight into her soul.

Was this a counterattack? Yun Feiyue stared right back at him.

...

“Lord Hidden God, Mo Mei has urgent news from the clan—it’s about the Ghost Path and the Light Clan.” Mo Mei appeared at the critical moment.

At the mention of the Ghost Path, Mo Feiyuan’s expression darkened. He still hadn’t found out why Yun Feiyue had been hunted by them last time. Perhaps there was finally news.

He stood and gave Yun Feiyue an apologetic glance. “I must go.”

Little Mumu nodded solemnly. “On behalf of Feiyue, I officially acknowledge you as a top candidate. Since you’re leaving halfway, next time you’ll have to make pear blossom cakes yourself to make it up to us.”

Mo Feiyuan was momentarily thrown off, his expression stiffening in the breeze.

Mo Mei shot Little Mumu a venomous glare—how dare they treat the most esteemed Lord Hidden God of the Jinge Continent like this? Make cakes? What nonsense!

“How dare you show such disrespect to the messenger of the gods?”

Yun Feiyue rose unhurriedly, dusted herself off, and smiled. “I’m disrespectful—so what?”

—End of Chapter—

(A/N: Thank you all for your support—the story has finally passed a thousand bookmarks! Here’s an extra chapter as thanks!)