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

Chapter 129: The Man with the Baby Seeks for His Wife (9)

The night wind blew, and in the moonlight, the baby's pair of red eyes appeared from the gaps, staring straight at Pei Yuzhou, and then his eyes curved, as if he laughed out loud.

Pei Yuzhou frowned. Perhaps it was his illusion. The moment he met the baby's gaze, he felt cold all over and thought in a trance that he was being stared at by an evil ghost.

Seeing that Chu Zhao was indeed feeling unwell, Pei Yuzhou didn't want to bother with him any longer today and could only go back first.

The driver asked, "Where are you going today, sir?"

Pei Yuzhou said: "Qinglian Lane."

He had his own official residence, but he seldom returned there and often stayed at the house in Qinglian Lane at night.

The coachman didn't say much. Everyone knew that Pei Yuzhou lived with his mistress every other day. How could a decent family marry their daughter to him?

But the concubine girl in Qinglian Lane is truly a beauty. One look at her will make you be bewitched. No wonder Pei Yuzhou, who has a cold personality, can't stop himself.

The new master in the Chu family looked very strange. No one knew what he looked like, nor what the child he was holding looked like. It was so mysterious that it inevitably aroused curiosity.

But the servants did not dare to offend him. He was a distinguished guest invited by the Chu family. The master's health depended on his medical skills. If they were negligent and made the distinguished guest angry, they would be in trouble.

The eldest lady had said that the distinguished guest must stay in the best room, eat the best food, and have a cradle prepared for the child to sleep. This level of importance was truly extraordinary.

In the Chu family's best guest room, not a single candle was lit tonight.

"Ah... ah—"

The young man opened his cloak, lowered his head, and stared blankly at the child who was making a fuss in his arms.

Chu Xiaoman grabbed the corner of his father's clothes and anxiously pulled at them. He was very strong and could easily tear the clothes if he was not careful.

In order to make him quiet down, Fusheng grabbed one of the child's hands, but he didn't estimate how much strength to use. After a "click", Chu Xiaoman's hand broke.

Even in a dark environment, the father and son can see normally with the same red eyes.

The boy had a blank expression on his face and a dark look in his eyes.

Fusheng took his son's arm back skillfully and said softly: "Xiaoman, your mother is just going to take care of grandpa. She doesn't abandon us. She will come to see us in a while."

I don’t know whether Chu Xiaoman understood what his father said or because his arm had just been broken, but in any case, he did become a little more obedient. He leaned in his father’s arms and stared at the door with his father.

Time passed little by little, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and only a few stars were left in the night sky, but there was still no movement from the door.

Chu Xiaoman snorted and raised his eyes pitifully, staring at his father, as if asking why his mother hadn't come yet.

Fusheng pursed his lips and hugged Chu Xiaoman tightly. The two father and son seemed to be warming each other. "Xiaoman, Xiangxiang doesn't remember us, but even if she doesn't remember us, she still loves us."

When he said this, it was more like he was comforting himself than comforting Xiaoman.

"What I said is true. Xiangxiang said she didn't remember me, but she kissed me the first time she saw me. If your grandpa hadn't been sick, your mother and I would have...already...made love."

The idiom "亂鶴刀凤" was learned by Fusheng from Chu Xiang before his death.

Fusheng had not been in contact with people for too long, and his ability to take care of himself and common sense had degenerated to an exaggerated level. When he first met Chu Xiang, he even stuttered when he spoke.

Chu Xiaoman rolled his eyes.

How could his grandfather be sick?
His father is so shameless!

"Xiao Man, you know your mother loves me the most, so she will definitely come to find me." Fusheng grabbed one of his son's chubby hands and squeezed it like a puppy's paw. He tilted his head and his long white hair fell from his shoulders. "She will come to find me, right?"

The young man looked pure and innocent, like a piece of white paper that had never been tainted by the world, incredibly clean.

Chu Xiaoman grabbed a strand of long white hair and said, "Ah——" as if responding to what her father said was right.

Fu Sheng was happy that someone affirmed him. He sat cross-legged on the bed with his arms around his son, rocking his body gently, staring at the door with his rosy eyes without blinking.

"Xiangxiang loves me."

"Xiangxiang loves me the most."

"Xiangxiang only loves me."

……

He kept muttering to himself over and over again, as if it could give him the courage and confidence to wait patiently, and the child in his arms was the best proof that Chu Xiang loved him.

Chu Xiang accompanied her mother and waited until her father fell asleep, then returned to her room. In order to prevent Yingying from noticing anything and causing trouble, she waited until Yingying went back to bed before putting on her clothes again and sneaking out the door.

The autumn nights are getting deeper and the dew is heavier, and the cold is biting.

She did not dare to stop or pick up the lantern, and hurried to the courtyard where the guests lived.

She had many, many questions to ask and wanted to have more contact with the father and son. This eagerness was driving her crazy.

And she is not the only one who is being driven crazy.

Chu Xiang just arrived at the door of the guest room, and before she could reach out to knock on the door, the door opened and a pale hand pulled her into the dark space.

The door was closed, as if separating two worlds.

Chu Xiang once again met the boy's beautiful ruby ​​eyes.

He curved his eyes, as if he was smiling, but the mist in his eyes made it look like he was crying hard.

Chu Xiang reached out her hand in the darkness and groped to touch his cold cheek. The child's voice disturbed her concentration.

She looked down and saw a pair of equally beautiful eyes. The feeling of softening in her chest instantly became particularly strong.

Chu Xiang: "This child?"

In the darkness, a hand grabbed Chu Xiaoman's neck. Chu Xiaoman screamed "Ouch", tilted his head, closed his eyes and became motionless.

The boy said: "Xiao Man is our child. He waited for you for a long, long time and fell asleep because he couldn't bear it any longer."

Chu Xiaoman who was in a coma: "..."

Fusheng put the child into the cradle and covered the child with a small quilt with fatherly love. Then, he couldn't help but hold Chu Xiang's hand.

There was a familiar and comfortable breath along her wrist, moving up little by little, spreading throughout her body.

His voice was hoarse and trembling. "I've been waiting for you for a long, long time, Xiangxiang. I almost couldn't bear it anymore."

The string of reason in Chu Xiang's mind broke, and before her brain could think, her body's instinct made her pounce towards the boy.

He couldn't hide his excitement, and the moment he hugged her, he kissed her quickly and passionately.

The two of them fell on the bed, tacitly impatient with each other. The sound of cloth being torn was crisp and pleasant, and the curtains swayed violently with the sound of "ding-dong-dong".

In the past, she was the one who taught him what it meant to make love.

And now, it was he who made her, from body to soul, little by little, like a piece of driftwood swaying on the sea, truly understand what it meant to be in love.

(End of this chapter)