My boyfriend is not a human being? It’s over. I love him even more!

Chapter 123: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (3)

After experiencing all kinds of hardships such as the vicious female supporting role going crazy, the cannon fodder male supporting role trying to snatch the concubine's daughter, and the old pedants accusing the male and female protagonists of being immoral, the concubine ran away with the baby, and the young master went mad and was burned to death in the crematorium.

The supporting characters all became less intelligent and did bad things and were caught. The male protagonist put all those who blocked his way into jail and killed them. Two years later, he met his mistress with a baby in a remote town. They fell in love at first sight and had a happy ending.

Chu Xiang glanced at the title of the book again, "The Delicate Concubine Ran Away," and her expression was indescribable.

Her eyes were a little tired from reading, so she put the book down for the time being, took the orange handed to her by Yingying, lay down on the recliner, and looked at the sky in the distance, feeling comfortable and cozy.

Yingying didn't understand why the young lady didn't care about Pei Yuzhou's affairs at all?
Even in the past, when the young lady was engaged to Pei Yuzhou, her attitude was very casual. Now, the young lady treats Pei Yuzhou as a stranger.

Yingying had met Pei Yuzhou's mistress. When the second branch was recognizing her relatives, the woman named Su Zhizhi came to the mansion and changed her name to Chu Zhizhi.

That woman was so charming, delicate and beautiful. Just standing there, I felt pity for her. Not only did she look soft, her voice was also soft. Not to mention men, even women would feel half of their bodies soften when they heard her soft voice.

How many men can resist being moved by such a natural beauty?
Many people said that once Chu Zhizhi appeared, Miss Chu’s title of the most beautiful woman was gone, but Yingying just thought that the young lady was more beautiful.

Just now, because she didn't plan to go out, Chu Xiang only put on a little makeup. She was definitely not "charming", but just reminded people of the word "clean".

Today she was only wearing a simple high-waisted Confucian skirt. The top of her skirt was a fresh and elegant green. The translucent tulle vaguely revealed her fair shoulders and arms. The orange straps wrapped around her chest, matching the golden cloud embroidery on the orange skirt.

A girl who is naturally bright and generous, just a little bit of dressing up is enough to make people's eyes shine.

Yingying always felt that women like Chu Zhizhi were not serious. Pei Yuzhou liked seductive women like that. But it didn't matter. There would definitely be better people who liked a fairy as beautiful as her.

Yingying noticed that the young lady was daydreaming again, so she asked curiously: "Young lady, why are you daydreaming again?"

Chu Xiang blinked, and the light from the beautiful clouds in the sky fell into her eyes, becoming nothing more than dull, redundant ink. She said, "Yingying, I feel like something is wrong with my body."

Yingying was puzzled, "Something's wrong?"

Chu Xiang put his hand on his chest, "It's a little swollen."

Yingying was still a little girl who knew nothing, so she could only guess: "Miss, do you have chest pain? I'll go find a doctor!"

"No need." Chu Xiang crossed his arms, staring at the sun that was gradually disappearing in the clouds, and then asked: "Did I really stay in the nunnery to recuperate for those two years?"

Yingying looked a little flustered, but soon calmed down and said seriously: "Of course, the young lady went there to recuperate because of Pei Yuzhou's matter."

Chu Xiang couldn't remember what happened during the two years in the nunnery. All she could remember was that she encountered robbers on the mountain road on her way to worship Buddha two years ago.

Although Pei Yuzhou kept saying that he remembered the kindness of his aunt's family and would treat his cousin well, and that his treatment of Chu Zhizhi was just a casual act, when the danger came, his instincts were exposed.

Chu Xiang seemed to have rolled down the mountain and fell into the water. Her memory afterwards was like being drunk and having blackouts. Everything was blurry and unclear. When she opened her eyes again, she was lying in her own boudoir.

Her parents said she was very ill, and fortunately they asked an old doctor who had retired to his hometown for help, so they brought her back to the Chu Mansion for treatment. However, because she was so ill, she forgot a lot of things.

Chu Xiang muttered: "What did I forget?"

Yingying said quickly: "Miss, the doctor said you can't force yourself to think about the past, it will give you a headache!"

After Yingying's interruption, Chu Xiang's thoughts were also in a mess. She glanced at Yingying faintly and blurted out a very scary sentence, "When I was dreaming, I seemed to dream of a very cute little baby. Yingying, do you think it is possible that I gave birth to a child in my dream?" Yingying's hair stood up all over her body, and her face was even paler. "Miss, how is it possible? You haven't married yet, don't make such a joke!"

Chu Xiang narrowed his eyes slightly, lay back down, touched his chest again, and had some guesses in his mind.

Her family members are very secretive about what happened in the past two years. Could it be that she was deceived by a scumbag, so they don’t want her to recall the sad memories of the past?
It's autumn now. It's fine during the day, but it gets cold at night.

Late at night, wandering beggars habitually huddle up in a dilapidated temple to spend the night. This dilapidated temple can be said to be their base. Many people huddle together, and even in the dead of night in the wilderness, they can give themselves courage.

But tonight is not peaceful.

Er Laizi, who was awakened by the urge to pee, opened his eyes in a daze and saw a figure vaguely floating past the temple gate. The sound of "ding-dong-dong" soon came clearly, telling him that this was not an illusion.

It was a figure wearing a red Taoist robe, with white hair fluttering in the night wind like a spider web, almost covering his entire face. Only his scarlet eyes emitted a bloodthirsty light in the moonlight.

In his arms, he held a baby wrapped in a red swaddling cloth. Judging from the baby's size, he should be about half a year old. The tiger-head hat was blown off by the wind, revealing the same white hair and red eyes of the child.

He lay in his father's arms, turned his head greatly, opened his mouth, and gave a "friendly" smile to the people who were staring at him in the dilapidated temple.

"There's a ghost!!!"

No one knew who shouted, but the beggars in the dilapidated temple ran away with their bowls in their hands, and disappeared without a trace.

There was confusion in the child's innocent eyes. He probably didn't understand why everyone ran away when they saw his smile. In the past, when he smiled, his mother would hold him in her arms and praise him for being cute.

His stomach made a gurgling sound. The fat boy grabbed a strand of his young father's white hair with his hand and cried softly.

The boy glanced at his son through the gaps in his hair that covered his face, and just like his wife used to do, he touched his son's belly with one hand and confirmed that it was flat.

He carried his son into the dilapidated temple and sat down on a pile of dry grass. Then he took out a dry cake from the package, tore it in half, and put it to his son's mouth.

The boy turned his face away and let out an "ah" in disgust.

The boy turned his face back, but with too much force, the child's neck cracked and his head immediately tilted at an abnormal angle.

The boy's red eyes were full of resentment.

The boy straightened the child's head and said softly: "Xiangxiang is not here, there is no breast milk, only this. If you don't eat it, you won't have the strength to look for your mother."

The child's little face wrinkled tightly, and he opened his mouth reluctantly, using his two baby teeth to grind the dry biscuit.

The boy lowered his head and slowly put the other half of the cake into his mouth.

It was a dark and windy night in the desolate countryside and the dilapidated temple was desolate.

The lonely figures of this father and son in the night are so miserable and pitiful.

(End of this chapter)