Time Travel and Love

Chu Qingmeng smiled and looked into Mo Yunting's eyes, his voice choked with shame. "It's too late for you to notice. Mo Liujin and I were already together before that. Old Chen, don't blame me. No one taught me what to do. I just followed my own way and did what I wanted to do without giving it too much thought. In the end, I didn't affect anyone else."

Mo Yunting was stunned. He had been here for forty years and had been almost assimilated. However, Chu Qingmeng's words, 'Don't blame me, no one taught me', still made him feel uncomfortable. He shook his head and said, "Xiao Chujiu, Mo Liuyun is not your biological father. The bond between you and me is only that of our souls. It doesn't matter even if you marry Mo Liujin, understand? I have never dared to tell you directly because I was afraid that the relationship between Mo Liuyun and Mo Liujin would make you collapse. However, you are much stronger than I thought. You have really grown up, but you must have suffered a lot."

Chu Qingmeng just smiled bitterly, "Yeah. It's the price of growing up, normal. As for... ha, is Old Chen interested in hearing my story?"

Mo Yunting picked up some more food for her and said, "I've always wanted to hear it."

"I hope you can accept it better." Chu Qingmeng finally told him the truth. "My father is from heaven. He came down to earth to experience disasters in a hurry and didn't have time to place me. I was playing alone in the bamboo forest and accidentally fell into the reincarnation path. I entered my mother's belly and became your daughter. The three of us should have lived a happy life together, but someone used my luck to seal my breath, which led to the destruction of our family. Later, I suddenly wanted to be a wilderness survival anchor. As a result, I fell into a tomb while dragging my equipment to my destination and met Mo Liujin. Later, Shi Yu in Biancheng broke the seal. My master calculated my location and took me back. I insisted on coming back, but my master didn't allow it. So I stole my father's token and ran away secretly. When my father found out, he didn't say anything. He just healed my injuries and gave me the fifth floor, saying that I could play for a while longer. When my life span is over, he will come to take my soul back."

Mo Yunting digested this information for a long time before asking, "How much time do you have left?"

"I came back years ago. It has been three years since I came back." Chu Qingmeng picked up the bowl and chopsticks and ate the dishes.

Mo Yunting panicked. Were they going to be separated again after just meeting? He tried to calm himself down and picked up the wine glass. "Chujiu, would you like to have a drink with me?"

Chu Qingmeng smiled and clinked his glass with his before taking a sip. "My father descended to the mortal world to experience tribulations here. You must have heard of him. He's the Second Master of the Zhenguo Mansion, Ling Xian."

"Yeah, I've heard a little bit about him. He was sent to the mountains to study Taoism because he was weak since he was young." Mo Yunting's hands were shaking badly.

"Old Chen, calm down," Chu Qingmeng said with a smile as he helped him pick up some food. "All good things must come to an end. This is true for everyone. Besides, I only told you the truth because I wanted you to be prepared so you wouldn't lose your composure when you hear my death letter one day."

Mo Yunting smiled bitterly at Chu Qingmeng, "My Mengmeng, do you know that this is torture?"

"Hmm?" Chu Qingmeng didn't understand. She just wanted him to be mentally prepared.

"Nothing." Mo Yunting waved his hand to suppress all his emotions, and smiled at Chu Qingmeng as if he was looking at a treasure that had been lost and found. "Let's drink."

Chu Qingmeng also laughed. The two of them drank one cup after another. Before long, Chu Qingmeng had had enough. They sat back to back on the roof and talked. They talked about the day Chu Qingmeng was born, which was the ninth day of the seventh lunar month, and the lotus flowers in the hospital's small lake were in full bloom. They talked about Chu Xiyue's temper and Chen Yunting's hard-to-swallow cooking skills...

At the end of the evening hour, Chu Qingmeng was completely drunk. Mo Yunting wanted to carry her back, but Kui Wenzhong stopped him. "I can take our master back. Eleventh Master, please go back."

Mo Yunting tightened his grip. This should be the last time he would hug Meng Meng. She had grown up and was no longer the child she once was. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, there was a grudge between them now. "Just this once."

"Eleventh Master, there are too many people to see. Our Master is a woman, and you are the son-in-law's cousin." Kui Wenzhong refused to give in. If word got to the son-in-law tomorrow, the two would definitely quarrel, and Ninth Master would be upset. The old building owner's orders came first to Ninth Master.

"Chujiu and I have no romantic feelings." Mo Yunting frowned. This relationship was disgusting! Anyone would speculate about them! He ignored what Kui Wenzhong said and took Chu Qingmeng back to the palace courtyard. After all, who could recognize him with a mask on? And considering that Chu Qingmeng was in his hands, Kui Wenzhong didn't dare to really stop them. Once inside the palace, he was forced to clear the way, trying to avoid the secret guards.

He entered the inner room, gently placed her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, looked at her deeply, and when he was about to leave with gritted teeth, one hand grabbed the corner of his clothes and said in a timid and fearful voice, "Dad, I'm afraid..."

Mo Yunting tried his best to suppress the urge to cry. He looked back at her and left directly. He dared to shed tears only after leaving the palace. Although he protected her back then, she was also scared by his death in front of her. Now she is calm and plans everything, but how many times of pain did this bring?

But Mo Yunting was overthinking it. Chu Qingmeng's plan was purely influenced by Ling Xian. She was just dealing with the aftermath of war, and only after she'd let go of her worries and had a few drinks did she say "I'm scared."