The cold voice rose as Han Ye turned and walked out of the room.
Qi Tianshang wiped the remaining blood with his fingertips, having spared Mo Yunchen and the others from leaving simply because he didn’t want to look disgraceful as he coughed up blood in front of them.
Unexpectedly, Mo Yunchen was able to make him cough up blood with a single palm strike—could it be that his time was approaching?
When The Gods returned from their calamities, even though he had become a demon, he ought to have returned with them. Yet, for her, he had dissipated all his Demonic Qi, dealt with the Heaven and Earth Laws, and avoided the calamity. Due to the dissipation of Demonic Qi, all he could do was sleep until he awoke a millennium ago, using the remnants of Demonic Qi to calculate Qin Qin’s destiny.
This time he awoke with Demonic Qi still gathering inside his body, but very little, nowhere near enough to sustain his already shattered body. The confrontation with Mo Yunchen made him realize that his body indeed wouldn’t support him much longer.
He couldn’t fall yet; he still wanted to be with her. That was the wish that had sustained him for ten thousand years.
An Ruichen watched with jealousy as Mo Yunchen and Qin Qin stood before him, hand in hand. So what if you have a wife? He had one too.
"Go ahead and show off in front of me. I’m not going to play along. In this cold weather, I’m going back to be with my wife."
He must have been crazy to lead a group of people up to the mountain to be blown by the cold wind.
An Ruichen gave Mo Yunchen a glare and drove off.
Mo Sheng and Mo Tang also tactfully took their leave.
Mo Yunchen saw that Qin Qin was dressed a bit thinly and removed his coat to wrap her in his embrace. Qin Qin closed her eyes and smiled, leaning into his arms.
No matter how difficult the journey ahead, no matter the mockery of fate, she wanted to face it with him.
Only seven days remained. Even if it was just seven days, she wanted to spend it well with him. She wouldn’t leave him until the very last moment.
Only she knew how painful this period of deep yearning was.
As for what Qi Tianshang said about the death calamity, she wasn’t willing to concern herself with it now.
"Let’s go inside. I want to go back and see the children."
Qin Qin raised her head and looked at Mo Yunchen tenderly; Mo Yunchen lowered his head, his thin lips curving lightly as he nodded.
When Qin Qin and Mo Yunchen entered the villa hand in hand, the on-duty servant greeted them happily and respectfully, "Madam, you’ve returned?"
For the past few days, nobody knew where the madam had gone. They only knew that Master Mo often sat alone in the children’s room for a long time.
"Yes, you’ve worked hard. Go rest."
Qin Qin couldn’t care less about everything else and even broke away from Mo Yunchen’s hand, rushing quickly towards the second floor.
Upon pushing open the door to the children’s room, the two servants holding the children were startled and whispered, "Madam, you’re back?"
Qin Qin nodded, stepped forward to have a look, and discovered that her son and daughter had tears in the corner of their eyes. "What’s wrong with them?"
The two servants shared a look, and the one holding Mo Yuyan spoke softly, "Ever since madam had to leave on a matter, the young master and miss have been crying a lot. They even refuse to drink milk often, and they cry for a long time each night before they can fall asleep."
No sooner had the servant finished speaking than Mo Yuyan began to cry again, his loud wails nearly deafening.
Qin Qin’s heart softened with distress as she embraced her son, "Yanyan, be good, it’s mommy’s fault, mommy’s sorry, I’m back now."
Her gentle voice, like a spring breeze, continually soothed her son, Mo Yuyan.
Two-month-old Mo Yuyan, smelling the familiar scent, gradually stopped crying, opened his grape-like big eyes, suddenly smiled, and the dimples on his chubby cheeks made him look cute and delicate.
Looking at her son , Qin Qin’s heart melted, and she kissed his forehead softly.
After soothing her son, Mo Yuchu started crying next to them. Compared to her brother’s deafening cries, little Mo Yuchu’s cry were softer, punctuated with sobs.
After placing her son back in the servant’s arms, Qin Qin picked up her daughter, Mo Yuchu, and whispered to her. Mo Yuchu, smelling the familiar scent of Qin Qin, kept moving her lips. Qin Qin knew her daughter was hungry, sat down, undid her top, and began to feed her.
"Only you have a way, madam. The young master and miss are just two months old and already recognize their mother."
Seeing Qin Qin return, the two servants finally breathed a sigh of relief; the young master and miss had been quite a handful during this time.
"You’ve worked hard. Get some good rest today; I’ll take care of Yanyan and Chuer."
Having not seen her two children for such a brief time, she couldn’t bear to be away from them for a moment.
As the two servants respectfully took their leave, they looked up to see a tall figure standing at the door and, startled, bowed their heads and said, "Master Mo."