Transmigrating to a Female-Dominated World: Pampering My Little Husband

As Abbot Huicheng watched Old Master He depart, he uttered a deep Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha……"

The prayer beads in her hand continued to spin as she slowly closed her eyes.

Madam Yang helped Old Master He up, "Father... Abbot Huicheng said that the mistress will definitely be safe!"

You can rest assured now. It's getting late, so let's have a vegetarian meal at the temple before heading back!

Grandpa He sighed softly, "Ah, good!"

At this time, there were also many people coming and going in Chenghua Temple.

However, the fact that Shen Qingxi and her group had so many children still attracted a lot of attention.

Children's voices always attract attention, let alone four children.

Many people turned their attention to them, saying, "Oh dear... Amitabha."

May Buddha bless my husband so that he may have a happy pregnancy next year, and I, this old man, may also hold my granddaughter and grandson in my arms.

He brought his son-in-law to Chenghua Temple to pray for a daughter.

I just finished offering incense when I encountered these adorable chubby babies.

They took it as a good omen and were overjoyed to see Han Lingxi and her three little rascals!

"Hehe, it's been a long time since I've seen such an adorable chubby baby!"

"Hey, whose family is this? With prosperous descendants, their household will surely prosper..."

"I don't know, it looks very unfamiliar..."

Regardless of what others said, Shen Qingxi and the others had already gotten used to it.

He took the child and went to a meditation room.

"Master, sir, please rest in this meditation room for a while with the young ladies and gentlemen."

This old servant will immediately take some men to the temple's kitchen and fetch some vegetarian food!

An Jinglan looked at Han Ruoxi and Han Yu'an, who were already somewhat sleepy.

"Okay... Let's eat and stay a little longer before heading back early!"

I don't think these little guys have much energy left!

"Go back and sleep in the carriage to avoid catching a cold." The others all nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Han Lingxi, who couldn't stay still, actually started pacing back and forth in the meditation room with her short legs.

It slowly moved to the doorway, making Shen Qingxi's heart pound with fear!

Having gotten lost once before, he dared not let Han Lingxi out of his sight again.

Han Lingxi refused to enter the meditation room, no matter how much he pulled her.

Upon seeing this, Han's father smiled and said, "Alas, Lingxi probably doesn't want to stay."

The others couldn't walk yet and had to be carried by the servants.

Han Lingxi, ever since she learned to walk, has been stubborn and unwilling to stay in one place.

Shen Qingxi sighed helplessly, "Sigh, Father's son-in-law is taking Lingxi for a walk at the door."

If we forcibly take her away, Han Lingxi will start crying and making a fuss, which will eventually affect others. So let's just be a little tired!

Han's father said slowly, "Then take a few people and follow behind. Come back when you get tired!"

"Yes, Father..."

Then, Shen Qingxi took Han Lingxi's little hand and walked along the temple corridor.

There were other visitors in the adjacent meditation room, and they didn't want to disturb them.

They can only play in the bamboo grove near the courtyard wall.

Han Lingxi pulled her father's hand and picked up the fallen bamboo leaves from the ground.

Curious, she examined it and then handed it to her father, saying, "Father...take it..."

Shen Qingxi chuckled and took it, "Oh... okay... Father, please keep it safe for Lingxi!"

Cai Xing, standing to the side, chuckled and said, "Hehe... Miss has already collected almost a whole basket of leaves!"

He took the bamboo leaf from Shen Qingxi's hand and said, "It seems that I need to prepare a larger bamboo basket!"

I wonder how many leaves the young lady will collect.

Shen Qingxi chuckled and added, "Hehe, we don't understand children's thoughts."

He could only follow behind, taking the leaves that Han Lingxi handed him.

They just hoped that Han Lingxi could collect enough so they could go back soon.

Suddenly they heard footsteps approaching them.

Fearing they might disturb others, Shen Qingxi quickly stepped forward and picked up Han Lingxi, who was still picking up leaves.

"Lingxi...we should go back now, or Grandpa will worry!"

However, as he turned around, he saw a group of people behind him.

A middle-aged man in his forties was helping an elderly woman with gray hair.

Shen Qingxi, holding Han Lingxi, paused slightly, afraid that she might be blocking them.

He nodded slightly, took two steps back, and tried to leave from the other side.

Little did they know the horrifying shock that would follow when those behind saw Shen Qingxi's face.

Yang's eyes widened, her heart pounded, and she stared intently at Shen Qingxi's face.

He muttered uncertainly, "This...this...is my younger brother..."

Grandpa He's hand, which was holding a sandalwood cane, trembled violently, and his cloudy eyes were fixed on Shen Qingxi, who was holding a child opposite him.

The dappled shadows of bamboo fell upon Shen Qingxi, casting a faint golden glow on her face, which overlapped with her memory.

The old man's throat bobbed as he whimpered, his withered fingers twitching and flexing as if trying to grasp at a fleeting phantom.

"Xuan'er... is that you, Father's Xuan'er...?"

"Is it you...is it you who came to see Father? Waaah...waaah...my Xuan'er!"

Warm tears fell onto the mottled end of his cane, and he staggered forward.

Beneath the brocade robe, his hunched back heaved violently.

Startled by the shout, Han Lingxi burst into tears, and Shen Qingxi instinctively took two steps back.

He almost twisted his ankle because he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. His arms, which were holding the child, were trembling slightly.

In his panic, he exclaimed, "Grandpa, you must have mistaken me for someone else!"

Hearing Lingxi crying in her arms, Shen Qingxi was worried that the child would be frightened.

He quickly and gently comforted her, "Lingxi, be good... Daddy's here... don't cry, don't cry..."

Seeing that the person opposite was trying to get closer, Caixing and the other two servants hurriedly blocked Shen Qingxi's way.

Cai Xing, who was standing at the front, said, "Sir, you must have mistaken me for someone else. Please have some self-respect."

Old Master He seemed completely deaf to the objections, his withered hand still stubbornly reaching forward.

A broken murmur escaped his throat: "These eyes... Xuan'er is Daddy... Xuan'er, look at me! Waaah."

Madam Yang frowned and looked at Shen Qingxi carefully. If he hadn't personally witnessed He Mingxuan's burial, he would have been even more impressed.

But looking at Shen Qingxi's youthful face, there was a slight sense of surprise.

They would probably assume that this was her brother-in-law, seeing Shen Qingxi holding a child in her arms.

They frightened him so much that he cried uncontrollably, and he quickly stepped forward to support the agitated Old Master He.

“Father…Father…He…No, little brother, please slow down.”

Old Master He wept uncontrollably, his eyes filled with tears, "Waaah... Xuan'er... is my Xuan'er!"

Yang hurriedly apologized to Shen Qingxi.

"Young man, I'm so sorry... I startled you!"

We are from the Weiyuan General's Mansion, and this is our patriarch.

Please forgive me if my husband has mistaken my deceased brother-in-law for his son.

Please inform your household that I will certainly pay a visit to apologize on that day!

Han Lingxi, in particular, who was crying incessantly, felt even more guilty and ashamed.

Shen Qingxi frowned and looked at Old Master He, whose expression was filled with grief.

I couldn't help but feel some sympathy. A parent outliving their child must be incredibly heartbroken for this gentleman.