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As soon as Mu Xuanche arrived, the other two retreated, leaving just the two of us.
I was sulking, unwilling to speak or write, so I kept my head down.
He knew my temperament; whenever I was angry or upset, I would behave like this.
I wasn't the type to cause a scene. In situations like this, I would just sulk quietly.
Usually, he would ignore me and let me be alone for a while until I calmed down.
But today, he acted strangely.
He actually pulled me up and lifted my chin with his hand, forcing me to meet his gaze.
I shot him a questioning look, asking what he wanted.
"You want to know about Shangguan Mingyue's recent situation."
Wasn't that obvious? If I didn't want to know about Mingyue, why would I have caused such a fuss all night?
With nothing else to do, after hearing that Mingyue had saved me, I was even more eager to learn about her. I needed to ask her what kind of deal she made to obtain the antidote.
That foolish woman—how could she always disregard herself?
She thought she owed me something, but I felt like I owed her even more.
These doubts about Mu Xuanche could only remain in my heart; I absolutely couldn't express them outwardly.
I nodded obediently, hoping that he would take pity on my good behavior and share some news about Mingyue.
He looked down at me, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
I knew that this Big Fox must know something; he was definitely withholding information from me on purpose.
To extract the truth, I had to make a small sacrifice.
I wrapped my arms around his waist. Since I was sitting in a chair and he was standing in front of me, my height only reached his stomach.
I pressed my head against his abdomen, playfully coaxing him.
I pleaded with him to tell me the truth.
I rarely acted this way; usually, it was enough that I didn’t argue with him.
So this tactic worked reasonably well on him.
After I twisted a couple of times, he pressed my head down, resting his own against mine.
That damned magnetic tone of his—every time he wanted to seduce me, he would deliberately lower his voice when speaking to me.
Damn it, I always fell for it. This wasn’t the first time I had been so easily swayed.
"Wife, if you move again, I won’t hold back," he warned, his threat laced with temptation.
His words had their effect; I dared not move any further.
I lay still in his embrace, waiting for his next move.
His rudeness had only one purpose: to pin me down on the bed and give me a thorough lesson. Only after I had calmed down would he let me go.
By that time, I often lacked the strength to argue with him.
Lying on the bed, he would mumble about everything, and in the end, I would always receive another round of scolding before being released.
"If you really want to know, I can let you visit the Cult of Spirits. However, you must follow my instructions during the entire operation if you want me to guarantee your safety."
His words instantly perked me up, and I lifted my head to look at him.
I believed my eyes were shining brightly at that moment because his gaze held a hint of mockery; he must have thought it was silly for me to be so excited over something like this.
He was willing to let me go to the Cult of Spirits.
I didn't expect much from the visit; I just wanted to see if Mingyue was up there and how she was doing.
If the people from the Cult of Spirits treated her well and she was living comfortably, I wouldn't mind anything else.
I nodded in agreement, raising three fingers to swear an oath to Mu Xuanche, promising to follow his commands during the operation.
I would definitely not act recklessly; I understood how dangerous such matters could be. If I acted carelessly, it would affect more than just myself.
At that point, it could potentially disrupt all of Mu Xuanche's plans. In such serious matters, I would be extremely cautious.
After I agreed, Mu Xuanche went on to explain the details to me.
He told me that he would take me to the Cult of Spirits tomorrow night, but everything needed to start being prepared tonight.
The dangers of the journey ahead were unknown, so I asked him if he could show me Chang'an.
He looked at me with amusement, reached out to affectionately pat my head, and spoke in an incredibly domineering tone,
"Don't worry, my Wife, no one dares to touch you."
In the end, he couldn't resist my request and allowed me to see Chang'an.
With a time difference of over six hours, it was already evening here while it was just morning there.
To see Chang'an, I was arranged by Mu Xuanche to a room.
This room was relatively enclosed, with only a special external communication network. After Mu Xuanche notified the staff to make arrangements,
I nervously stared at the screen while we both sat on the sofa.
The big man had begged Mu Xuanche for half an hour before he was allowed to come in for a glance; now he stood beside me.
The originally dark screen transformed into a clear image.
My mother stood by the side of a boat, while Chang'an lay sprawled on the bed.
The room was equipped with cameras that could capture our side of the scene.
When my mother saw me, her heart ached. With red eyes, she said, "Yan Xi, why have you lost so much weight recently?"
I teased her a bit. Before becoming a mother myself, I used to think my mom's visits were filled with just a few particularly nagging remarks.
After becoming a mother myself, I finally understood the difficulties of parenthood.
Every little change in a child feels monumental to a mother, like waves crashing against the shore.
Chang'an seemed to have grown quite a bit, and his cheeks had become chubbier. My mother took great care of him.
With tears in my eyes, I nodded at my mother. To prevent her from knowing that I was about to break down, I tried my best to stay quiet.
The tears that had been hidden in her eyes suddenly spilled over.
She understood my anxious heart and turned to me, suggesting that I go play with Chang'an for a while, assuring me she wouldn’t bother me anymore.
Understanding the feelings of a parent, I didn’t press her further.
I focused on the screen, clapping my hands lightly in hopes of catching Chang'an's attention. He seemed oblivious to my efforts and ignored me completely.
The big man beside me was even funnier; he leaned over the screen, almost licking it.
He called out Chang'an's name softly, looking even more excited than I was.
There were many toys on the bed, but Chang'an was engrossed in playing with his own toys and paid no attention to me.
I felt a bit anxious watching him. Time was limited for me to see Chang'an; to avoid being traced through the signal, I could only have half an hour of video.
Seeing my urgency, my mother tried to get Chang'an's attention by directing him to the television screen.
But he pouted and buried his head, refusing to look at me.
The most important thing was that someone beside me was making sarcastic remarks. He chuckled and said to me, "It's definitely your child; even the angry expression looks just like yours."
I was not pleased with that. What did he mean by saying it was my child?
It was one thing to mock me, but mocking my son was absolutely unacceptable.
Did he think I gave birth to him all by myself? He had no part in it?
Seeing me glare at him in anger, he reached out and playfully pinched my pouting lips, laughing, "You can't even handle your own son."
I shot him a look that said he could try if he dared.
He laughed and turned his face away, calling out Long An's name toward the screen.
At that moment, his tone was completely different from when he spoke to me; it carried an air of authority, a sense of fatherhood.
As a result, Long An on the other end of the video suddenly lifted his head.
Looking at us, his chubby little face had two big, shiny black eyes that resembled black grapes. His gaze inherited Mu Xuanche's strikingly dark and bright eyes, making him especially endearing.
His eyes were fixed on me, and he pouted slightly in a way that seemed a bit wronged.
"Long An, call for Mama," Mu Xuanche instructed again.
The little guy on the other end reluctantly called out.
He actually called out for his mother. Although it wasn't very clear, I could still hear the tone of a child calling for his mom.
The excitement and happiness of that moment were beyond words, and I couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down my face.
Beside me, Mu Xuanche held me in his arms, gently patting my back to comfort me.
It took me a moment to realize that this child wasn't unable to speak or didn't understand me; he simply chose to ignore me. But he would respond to Mu Xuanche, which made me feel a pang of jealousy.
This child was born after so much effort on my part; how could he only listen to his father?
I looked at Mu Xuanche, my eyes filled with jealousy. It was too much to bear.
He pulled me closer and explained the reason.
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