End of the World Crisis, My Husband is from Ancient Times

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze followed Fan's father into the house. There was an indescribable tension in the air.

Mr. Fan rubbed his hands, his eyes wandering, as if he was trying hard to hide something.

"You're back," he said dryly, with a hint of unnaturalness in his tone, "Have you eaten?" This sudden awkward conversation made Fan Mengmeng speechless. It was already this late, and he was still concerned about eating?

She secretly complained in her heart: Dad, now we are discussing the important matter of my life experience, not a food show!

"Dad," Fan Mengmeng decided to get straight to the point, "In the ancestral hall, the ancestors are ready to tell me the truth, what else do you have to hide?" She stared at Father Fan, hoping to catch a glimmer of information from his face.

When Mr. Fan heard this, his expression changed slightly, but then he regained his composure. He sighed, sat on the sofa, and remained silent.

This familiar silence made Fan Mengmeng's heart sink. Was she going to return empty-handed again?

She felt like she was playing a puzzle game. She was almost done with it when the system suddenly froze.

"Dad! What do you know? Why have you been hiding it from me?" There was a hint of trembling in Fan Mengmeng's voice. She was really going crazy.

Growing up, she felt that her family was a little strange, and her parents were always cautious with her, as if they were hiding some secret.

Now, she finally has the chance to solve the mystery, but finds that the truth is more confusing than she imagined.

Mr. Fan remained silent, just lowered his head, his hands clenched tightly together, his knuckles turning white.

The room fell into deathly silence, with only the ticking sound of the wall clock, as if urging something.

Suddenly, Father Fan raised his head abruptly, a look of determination flashing in his eyes... "Mengmeng," he spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse, "There are some things that you're better off not knowing..."

"There are some things you're better off not knowing..." Father Fan's voice sounded like it floated out from a cellar, so low and frightening.

Fan Mengmeng’s inner monologue: Dad, if you do this, it’s hard for me not to imagine a drama of feuds among wealthy families!

Teng Junze, who was standing by, held Fan Mengmeng's hand and gave her a reassuring look.

As expected of an ancient overbearing CEO, his boyfriend power is simply overwhelming!

He gently said to Father Fan, "Uncle, Mengmeng has the right to know the truth. We have discovered some clues in ancient times, about the ancestral hall and the mysterious old house..."

Teng Junze told the story in detail, sharing their experiences and discoveries in ancient times, including the mysterious tablet in the ancestral hall and the strange symbols in the old house.

As Mr. Fan listened, his expression became increasingly solemn, as if a stone was pressing on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.

"Alas," Father Fan sighed, like a deflated ball. "Well, it's time to tell you something." He looked at Fan Mengmeng, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Your mother...she's not an ordinary person."

Fan Mengmeng: That’s great!

really!

I knew it!

I knew I was not an ordinary person!

This start is definitely a script for a heroine!

Father Fan continued, "She comes from an ancient family and possesses...special abilities."

"Special abilities?" Fan Mengmeng's eyes lit up. Could it be that her ability to travel through time was hereditary?

This golden finger is quite powerful!

"That's right," Father Fan nodded, "but this ability also brings her danger. There is a mysterious organization that has been tracking her..."

Mr. Fan stopped talking here, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"I can't say any more. The more I know, the more dangerous it will be for you!"

"Dad!" Fan Mengmeng was anxious, "You can't just tell me half of it! This is more frustrating than only answering half of the test!"

Father Fan's face was pale and his lips trembled: "Mengmeng, believe me, I do this for your own good. Some secrets cannot be revealed now..." He stood up suddenly, walked to the window, looked at the night outside, his back looked particularly bleak.

"Mengmeng..." He turned around, his voice low and hoarse, "Promise me that you won't investigate any further..." "Dad!" Fan Mengmeng suddenly threw herself into Fan's father's arms, tears streaming down her face, "I know you are doing this for my own good, but I'm even more panicked by you hiding it like this! This is more maddening than when the host of a script-killing game doesn't give any clues!" Fan's father patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened.

Teng Junze, who was standing aside, looked at the scene of deep affection between father and daughter, and a warm feeling surged in his heart.

This modern family's way of getting along is completely different from the strict father and kind mother in ancient times, but it makes him feel a different kind of warmth.

Father Fan sighed, as if he had finally made a major decision, and slowly spoke, "Mengmeng, do you remember when you were little..." He paused, as if lost in memory, "When you were five, didn't you convince the neighbor's big wolfhound... to obey you? Everyone was surprised at the time. How could such a fierce dog be so docile to you?"

Fan Mengmeng sniffed and tried to recall, "It seems... that's what happened. I even rode it for a stroll around the neighborhood. I felt so awesome at the time, like an ancient general!" As she spoke, she couldn't help laughing.

"Also," Father Fan continued, "when you were seven, didn't you...talk to the TV, saying that the people on it were acting, and that you knew the actor who played the emperor?"

Fan Mengmeng blinked her eyes, "That's right! I said at the time that his acting wasn't very realistic, the real emperor was much more domineering than him!" She suddenly realized something and stared at her father with wide eyes, "Dad! You don't mean to say... when I was a child..."

Father Fan interrupted her before she could finish, "There are some things that it is not the right time to tell you now. You just need to know that your ability is inherited from your mother, and your mother..." He suddenly stopped, his eyes became sharp, as if he had noticed something.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Fan Mengmeng asked puzzledly.

Father Fan suddenly turned around, looked out the window at the pitch-black night, and said in a low voice, "Someone's coming..." When Fan Mengmeng heard "someone's coming", she immediately imagined a group of men in black breaking in through the window. She instantly transformed into the heroine of a spy drama and asked nervously, "Dad, is this some mysterious organization? Are they here to arrest me? Am I the chosen one? Can my abilities save the world?"

Looking at his daughter's over-the-top reaction, Mr. Fan held his forehead and sighed, "Child, you're overthinking it. It must be the neighborhood committee lady who came to check the water meter." Just as he finished speaking, a rapid knock on the door broke the tense atmosphere.

When Mr. Fan opened the door, it turned out to be the security guard of the community, who informed them in a serious tone that the noise at night was disturbing the neighbors.

Fan Mengmeng: “…” It was so embarrassing. The tension I had just felt was instantly gone and I felt like a clown.

Teng Junze on the side tried hard to suppress his laughter. The life of modern people is really... exciting.

After closing the door, Fan Mengmeng puffed out her cheeks and said to her father in dissatisfaction, "Dad! Can you please finish what you want to say at once? Keeping me in suspense is more painful than not updating at all!"

Father Fan sighed helplessly, "Mengmeng, some things are more dangerous if you know them. About your mother..." He paused, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes, "When you are strong enough to protect yourself, I will tell you everything."

"Strong enough? What does it mean to be strong enough? Do you want me to master extraordinary martial arts and be able to defeat ten people alone?" Fan Mengmeng couldn't help but complain.

"You don't need peerless martial arts skills," Father Fan said with a mysterious smile, "as long as you can..." He suddenly stopped and looked towards the door with sharp eyes, "They are coming again."

This time it’s not the neighborhood committee auntie or the security guard.

Heavy footsteps mixed with the sound of metal clashing came from far away and approached rapidly.

Fan Mengmeng felt a strong sense of oppression, as if the air had solidified.

"Dad! Someone really is here this time! A very powerful one!" Fan Mengmeng grabbed Teng Junze's hand, her palms full of sweat.

"Mengmeng, take Master Teng and go first, leave through the back door!" Father Fan's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.

"What about you?" Fan Mengmeng asked anxiously.

"Don't worry about me, I'll take care of it." Father Fan said, stuffing an antique wooden box into Fan Mengmeng's hands, "Take this, it can save your life at the critical moment."

"dad!"

"Come on!"

Fan Mengmeng and Teng Junze looked at each other, knowing that the situation was urgent, and did not dare to delay, and immediately escaped through the back door.

As soon as I ran out of the community, I saw several black cars roaring towards me and stopped in front of Fan Mengmeng's house.

A group of men in black got out of the car and rushed into the corridor aggressively.

Fan Mengmeng held the wooden box tightly in her hand, her heart beating wildly.

She vaguely felt that this wooden box was inextricably linked to her mother and her mysterious abilities.

"Mengmeng," Teng Junze looked at her worried expression and gently held her hand, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

Fan Mengmeng looked up at his determined eyes and felt a little relieved.

She took a deep breath and looked into the distance with a determined gaze. There was the entrance to another time and space... "Let's go."