Fast forward to two and a half years old: The villain boss is obsessed with raising cubs

Indeed, no one in the Taoist temple had ever deliberately emphasized to Miaomiao the non-human identities of Zhuniang and Meiniang.

For Yu Shouyi, all things have spirits, regardless of whether they are human or ghosts, and having good intentions is the right way; for He Xuan, he himself is the king of ghosts, and he doesn't think there is anything special that needs to be explained.

As a result, Miaomiao has always naturally accepted the company of her two aunts and has never delved into the differences between them and herself.

Now that the identities of the two ghosts have been exposed so bluntly, Zhu Niang and Mei Niang can't help but feel a little nervous.

Especially Mei Niang. During these days of getting along, Miaomiao's innocence and dependence were like the warm sunshine, which gradually melted away her resentment and heartache that had accumulated for a hundred years.

She had long regarded this little baby as a treasure, and now she was afraid to see even a trace of fear or alienation in those clear eyes.

Song Jinnian realized that the atmosphere was wrong, pursed his lips, and regretted his rash question.

He was thinking about how to abruptly change the subject, such as pointing at the Nether Tiger and asking something, but he saw Miaomiao just stunned for a moment, her little brows wrinkled in confusion, and then quickly relaxed, as if she had figured out some profound truth.

"Ghost, ghost, ghost!" The little guy waved his fist with an open-minded look, his logic simple and direct, "Yes, Auntie, that's all!"

She didn't care! Her aunt would play with her, make her pretty clothes, and even use her cool breath to make fun things for her!

What does it matter if she's a human or a ghost? She's still her good aunt!

After figuring this out, Miaomiao immediately regained her energy, happily holding Song Jinnian's hand again, and they climbed up the swing board together, which was slightly spacious for two children.

The well-fed little fat boy turned his head and called out to Zhu Niang in a baby voice, "Auntie! Push! High!"

Zhu Niang was stunned. Looking at Miaomiao's big eyes, which were still clear and bright, filled with complete trust and expectation, her heart felt like it was hit by the softest thing and trembled slightly.

She immediately smiled brilliantly and responded repeatedly, "Hey! Good! Auntie, push! Hold on tight!"

She pushed the swing carefully, watching the two little kids swinging with the swing, their hair flying, and the uneasiness in her heart was instantly replaced by warmth.

Mei Niang was completely relieved upon seeing this. A gentle curve appeared at the corner of her lips. She picked up the needle and thread again and carefully sewed the little dress for Miao Miao. The sunlight fell on her translucent fingertips, making her look particularly peaceful.

Shouyi watched this scene from afar, stroked his beard, and a smile of "as expected" appeared in his eyes.

This little girl's mind is as pure as crystal. She only recognizes who treats her well and doesn't care about worldly definitions.

However, before the smile reached his eyes, Shouyi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he was pricked by an invisible needle.

It was the contract between him and He Xuan.

After all, He Xuan is the Ghost King, so Shouyi can't just do nothing. After the bet was made, the two parties signed a contract. This contract allows Shouyi to sense He Xuan's situation.

He subconsciously covered his chest, frowned tightly, and his eyes suddenly turned to the misty mountains behind the Taoist temple. He Xuan was in the mountains at this moment.

Could it be that...that thing is inevitable and is about to happen?

A heavy worry came over me.

He calculated silently with his fingers, but everything was in chaos.

Forget it, he sighed inwardly, everything is due to fate, it cannot be forced or changed, he can only go with the flow.

Although he wanted to go with the flow, Shouyi couldn't feel truly at ease.

He looked away, the leisure on his face gone.

Shouyi turned and nodded to the still somewhat uneasy Wang, saying, "Madam, an urgent matter has suddenly occurred in the temple, and I must excuse myself for a moment. Madam and your son, please make yourselves at ease. If you need anything, please inform those two... young ladies."

He pointed at Zhu Niang and Mei Niang.

Wang quickly returned the greeting: "Master, please do as you please."

Shouyi said no more and walked quickly towards his room, his steps carrying a rare hint of haste.

He and He Xuan have been together for so long, from being gambling rivals at the beginning to raising Miaomiao together later. Although they often ridicule each other, he has regarded Miaomiao as his own granddaughter, and naturally also regards He Xuan as a junior.

He really couldn't bear to watch He Xuan walk down that path... not to mention that there was Miaomiao now.

How can a child be without a father?

Thinking of Miaomiao, Shouyi felt a little more at ease.

He just didn't believe that with such a connection, He Xuan could be so cruel as to just disappear!

He needs to look through some ancient books to see if there is any other way forward.

Late in the night, when everyone was asleep, the moonlight poured into the room like mercury, spreading a cool halo on the ground.

A figure that almost blended into the night walked silently through the Taoist temple courtyard and pushed open Miaomiao's half-open door.

He Xuan's figure appeared, and he seemed a little fainter than usual. The heart-pounding cold ghost energy around him also became somewhat dispersed, no longer so solid and oppressive, revealing a kind of weakness that was difficult to conceal.

He walked lightly to the bedside, lowered his eyes and stared at the little girl sleeping soundly on the couch.

Miaomiao was sleeping soundly, holding the Nether Tiger doll tightly in her arms. Her little face was pressed against the doll, her chubby cheeks were slightly deformed, her breathing was even and long, and a trace of shiny saliva hung at the corner of her mouth. She was completely unaware that the father she relied on most was returning exhausted.

Looking at the defenseless sleeping face of the little guy, the chill around He Xuan unconsciously subsided, and the corners of his pale, cold lips slightly raised a very faint but real arc.

He did not disturb her, but just sat down gently on the edge of the bed, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue in his movements.

He Xuan leaned against the bedpost and closed his eyes slightly, as if he just wanted to get closer to the small heater and use the pure and vital breath from her to ease the instability of his own soul.

The moonlight outlined his slightly illusory silhouette and Miaomiao's rosy little face. One ghost and one baby, one cold and one warm, forming a strange yet incomparably harmonious scene.

The only sounds left in the room were Miaomiao's gentle breathing and the occasional chirping of insects outside the window.

He Xuan closed his eyes and regulated his breathing. When the disordered ghost energy approached Miaomiao, it seemed to be gently combed by the unconscious purifying power. Although it was slow, it allowed his tense soul to take a break.

He didn't notice that after he closed his eyes, Miaomiao in her sleep seemed to sense something and turned over unconsciously. She kicked the quilt with her little feet, and a soft little hand groped and finally rested on the back of his cold hand.

The warm touch made He Xuan's fingertips tremble slightly, but he did not open his eyes. He just turned his hand and used very light force to lightly hold the warm little hand.

The next morning, before He Xuan opened his eyes, he felt a pair of small hands playing with his face.

He took a deep breath helplessly, and instantly retracted the love and affection he had for the little boy last night. He Xuan opened his eyes and directly caught the little fat boy who was doing bad things.

Miaomiao blinked her big round eyes and gave He Xuan a guilty smile.