The cheat system is useless, but I have the strongest living dad.

After enjoying the beautiful scenery, Shen Yao had just returned to her room when Feng Yu opened the door from the inside.

His face was still covered with ointment and neatly trimmed square cotton cloth, his phoenix eyes held a hint of sorrow, and his overall demeanor was somewhat cold.

What a tragic and beautiful story of broken beauty.

Shen Yao felt a little guilty when she met his gaze. She had just moved into the Tu family home, and it was her husband's first day of scar treatment. She was so busy petting the fox that she didn't return to her room until almost midnight.

"Why aren't you asleep yet, my husband?" The guilty fairy tried to make amends: "How are you feeling with the ointment on? Does it hurt? Does it itch?"

'Relationships that are held too tightly don't last.' The eight-tailed fox's irritating words echoed in his mind, and Feng Yu's resentment turned into one sentence: "It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything." But his eyes still held an inescapable question.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt." Shen Yao wanted to say something, but when she met Feng Yu's gaze, she didn't know what to say. She felt that whatever she said would be wrong, so it was better to say nothing.

She slowly looked away from his gaze, lowered her head to stare at the tips of her shoes, and felt a little wronged. She had only gone to pet a fox, and a female fox at that, so why did it make her seem like she had been caught cheating?

Her right foot unconsciously rubbed against the ground. Her husband was good in every way, except that besides internal strife, he also loved to be jealous for no reason.

Feng Yu felt a pang of sadness; he suddenly realized a fact he found hard to accept: 'Yanzhou might not have figured it out yet.'

He then recalled the eight-tailed fox's words: 'This is the age when you should be focusing on cultivation and building a solid foundation, why are you in such a hurry to find a partner?'

His mind raced with thoughts. He was nearly seven hundred years older than Yanzhou. When Yanzhou was that age, he spent his days cultivating and studying.

He awakened to the status of a Celestial Saint at the age of two. Cultivators of the same level as him basically devoted themselves to cultivation until they were five hundred years old. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would choose a time to go out and train after they turned five hundred.

Yan Zhou was embroiled in sect feuds at a young age, had not cultivated properly, had very little experience, and was not mature enough. How could she understand romance at such a young age?

As far as he knew, Yan Zhou died suddenly at the age of twenty-six in her previous life, and had never been in love with anyone. Combining the two lives, she probably didn't understand.

He was so eager to follow her that he pestered her to become his partner and form a contract with him...

The sorrow in the immortal's eyes turned into confusion, and then from confusion to helplessness. He finally understood that Yanzhou's liking for him and his love for Yanzhou were completely different.

Tu Xiaoxiao sat high atop the wisteria tree, peering through the drooping branches and blossoms, intently observing the frozen atmosphere between the immortal couple. She thought to herself, 'They're so protective of each other in public, but their relationship isn't all that great in private, is it?'

The wind was a bit chilly in the early morning. It blew through the corridor, brushing against Shen Yao's back and stirring up strands of her hair.

"Don't stay out so late next time." Feng Yu pulled Shen Yao into the room with his long, slender hand, closed the door, and warmed her face with his warm palm: "Are you cold?"

Shen Yao shook her head, her gaze still fixed on the ground: "It's not cold."

The one who bows first always loses. Feng Yu cupped her face: "Your face is ice cold, aren't you cold?"

Shen Yao muttered softly, "It doesn't have your imposing aura."

Well then, I'll have to coax my own wife. If she's not perceptive enough, I'll just have to wait patiently.

"I was wrong." No matter what, admitting fault first always softened her heart. Feng Yu lowered her stance: "From now on, you can touch the female fox demon's tail if you want, I won't care."

"Really?" The fairy's eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't hide her joy.

Feng Yu felt a tightness in her chest and whispered obediently, "Yes, really."

Shen Yao smiled sincerely: "That's great!"

She took Feng Yu's hand and led him into the house, her tone bright and cheerful: "It's good that my husband has figured it out. You have no idea how stress-relieving it is to rub a fox's tail. You'll understand when you rub it sometime."

She was very generous and understanding, saying, "If you mind touching the female fox's tail, you can touch the male fox's, like Tu Xiaoxiao's. I think he really wants his tail touched."

Tu Xiaoxiao, whose fox ears were itchy, said, "Sorry, I don't want him to rub my tail, thank you."

The rich fragrance of wisteria blossoms wafted into the room through the half-open window, filling the turquoise-colored bed with its scent.

Unable to sleep, the immortal lord turned to embrace the fairy, wanting to have some late-night conversation with her.

The fairy was in a great mood tonight, having gained the freedom to stroke the fox's tail, and chattered away, answering every question he asked.

The immortal lord proceeded step by step, finding a suitable moment to say what he had been thinking about for a long time: "Yanzhou, unless absolutely necessary, please don't lie anymore, okay?"

Shen Yao: "Why? Are you afraid I'll cry wolf?"

Feng Yu: "What, the boy who cried wolf?"

It was time to share a new story. Shen Yao smiled and told him, "Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was herding sheep on the mountain. He was bored and would always shout 'Wolf! Wolf!' down the mountain. The villagers were fooled a few times and stopped believing him. Later, the wolf really came. The little boy shouted until he was hoarse, but no villagers came to his rescue. The wolf ate all of the little boy's sheep."

Feng Yu felt that since she had read such stories, she was not beyond redemption when it came to lying: "Since my wife knows such stories, she should understand the reasoning behind them."

Shen Yao chuckled for no apparent reason: "What do you think is the reasoning behind this, my husband?"

Feng Yu: "This story illustrates the importance of honesty. If you keep lying, the consequences will be severe once trust is broken."

“That’s not right.” Shen Yao smiled mysteriously and blurted out a twisted logic: “This story tells us that we shouldn’t let little boys herd sheep. How reliable can children be when they do adult work? Adults should take precautions to avoid risks in advance, instead of pushing the responsibility onto children.”

The immortal lord was speechless.

He suddenly felt that Shi Bao following Jiang Ming might not be such a bad thing after all...

He's also worried about his future children... if his wife is willing to have a child with him...

What exactly did Yanzhou go through? Why did he develop a personality that was both righteous and wicked?

Based on his understanding, he didn't think her experiences in this life would have led her astray. Remembering Senior Huaqin's advice, he tightened his grip on Shen Yao's arm, prepared himself mentally, and asked her, "Yanzhou, did you live in hatred in your past life?"

The fairy's smile vanished without a trace, and her complexion visibly darkened.

Feng Yu panicked. He had never seen Shen Yao like this before. He felt extremely regretful and wished he could swallow back his question and his own words.

At this moment, Shen Yao was even more sinister than when she had fallen into a mental block at the Feng family villa and was filled with murderous intent, wanting to kill Jiang Ming.

At this moment, she did not show any hostility or lose control of her anger. She simply kept her face gloomy, her eyes fixed on something, her gaze unusually sinister, even more so than Jiang Ming's, as she suppressed her hatred.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive, and time seemed to move incredibly slowly.

Feng Yu held her breath, not daring to say another word. After a long while, Shen Yao's eyes regained their clarity, and she replied calmly, "I died young in my previous life, so I can't remember many things. I've forgotten them."

Feng Yu's heart skipped a beat: 'She's lying again.'

He then realized that all these years, he had never truly understood Shen Yao. Before tonight, what he thought he understood was all what Shen Yao wanted him to see.

The fairy is carefree; she closes her eyes and falls asleep instantly after saying "I forgot."

The immortal lord was destined to have another sleepless night. The fairy in his arms was so unfamiliar that it frightened him. He held her even tighter, not caring whether she was truly asleep or pretending, and whispered to her, asking for a promise: "Yanzhou, if one day you find that you don't love me anymore, can you please not give up liking me?"

Shen Yao's eyebrows furrowed slightly. What kind of question is this?

She was tired and didn't want to coax him anymore. She gave a casual "hmm" and said in a cold tone, "Don't talk, I'm asleep."